We're building a super chaebol in Hong Kong

"Okay, Mr. Su, goodbye." Yan Chengkun finished his cup of hot tea in one gulp, then bid farewell to Su Cheng. Afterwards, he slowly left Su Cheng's reception room with the help of his cane.

Watching the elderly Yan Chengkun slowly leave, Su Cheng didn't have many thoughts.

China Bus, like Yan Chengkun, had become increasingly lifeless with age.

Yan Chengkun was a person, and people couldn't regain their youth when they got old.

But China Bus was different. China Bus was a company, and companies could change their vitality. As for how much it would change, it would depend on the person in control.

"Boss, I didn't expect that this famous Hong Kong Bus King would appear helpless in front of you. You're so charming," Zhong Chuhong said, looking at Su Cheng with adoring eyes, unable to help herself.

Compared to Su Cheng, who had only become famous for a little over a year, Yan Chengkun was a businessman who had been famous in Hong Kong for decades. Zhong Chuhong often saw Yan Chengkun's news on TV, newspapers, and magazines when she was a child.

But now, such a figure appeared so lonely in front of her man, which was truly emotional.

"I was just charming? Don't I have charm now? Isn't my performance at night even more charming?" Su Cheng said with a smile.

There were only two people in the reception room at this time, so Su Cheng could joke around without restraint.

"Boss, you're so annoying. Of course, you're always charming. Alas, I can't do 'that' during the early stages of pregnancy, what a pity. I heard I have to wait until the second trimester. After the second trimester, I want to continue experiencing the boss's charm..."

The two joked around wantonly in the empty reception room.

At the same time, in a bar in Mong Kok, the second young master of the 13K gang was drinking with friends. On either side of him sat a scantily clad girl.

This was the 13K gang's property, that is, the 13K's sphere of influence.

Just as this second young master was drinking and bragging with his friends, a lackey hurried in.

"Second Young Master, I just got news that the driver of the car explosion in Central was Mr. Zheng Qingbo from Tianqi Property Company. According to the news, Zheng Qingbo died on the spot in the explosion. The corpse was very terrifying," the lackey said loudly in the Second Young Master's ear.

Even so, Young Master Ye only barely heard what his subordinate said, because the venue was playing very intense DJ music.

"What? Say it again." He pulled the lackey into a much quieter private room, and Young Master Ye continued to ask.

He thought he had misheard.

Zheng Qingbo was dead?

How could he have died for no reason?

He also knew about the car explosion.

After all, Hong Kong was so small. Such a big explosion spread throughout Hong Kong in less than an hour. He only initially regarded it as ordinary news and never thought that the protagonist of the explosion would be Zheng Qingbo, who had been with him all afternoon.

"Second Young Master, Zheng Qingbo is dead! The car explosion news in Central tonight, the person sitting inside was Zheng Qingbo!" The lackey said again to Ye Zeliang, the Second Young Master Ye.

Ye Zeliang frowned. He thought he had misheard just now, but he didn't expect that he really hadn't misheard.

"What time was Zheng Qingbo's car explosion? Specify the time to the minute," Ye Zeliang asked.

At this time, it was only a little after eight o'clock in the evening.

"Second Young Master, I paid attention to this. According to news reports, the explosion should have occurred around 7:14 PM," the lackey quickly said.

"7:14 PM. I had dinner with him around 6 PM in the evening. By the time we finished, it was almost 7 PM. At that time, Zheng Qingbo said he was going back to the company. The explosion happened at 7:14 PM, which means on the way back to the company after he finished eating with me, the car exploded? Was this an accident, or was there another reason?" Ye Zeliang said to himself.

If it were normal times, he wouldn't bother to care about Zheng Qingbo's life or death.

But at this critical moment, Zheng Qingbo died for no reason?

After all, he had obtained the shares of China Bus in advance using Zheng Qingbo's methods. He hadn't even sold them to make money yet, and Zheng Qingbo died for no reason? He was even killed by a car explosion. This cause of death was too strange.

He knew that cars couldn't explode for no reason.

Could it be that the secret had been exposed?

Ye Zeliang suddenly felt a little panicked.

Although as the second young master of the 13K gang, his status was superior, he also knew that people of Su Cheng's status, even his father, wouldn't dare to offend easily, because his father had warned them before that Su Cheng was one of the people in Hong Kong that you absolutely couldn't offend. However, he didn't take this seriously before.

Once the secret was really exposed, his father would definitely punish him. Maybe his status as heir would be directly erased.

Thinking of this, Ye Zeliang was very annoyed.

He didn't care about the world's richest man Su Cheng, because the two were not in the same circle to begin with. What he cared about was whether he could inherit his father's main business, which was an industry worth more than 300 million Hong Kong dollars. Many of these industries were in the gray area. Once he inherited them, he would have no worries for the rest of his life and could play however he wanted.

He suddenly regretted why he wanted to use Su Cheng to make money.

"Forget it. Maybe Zheng Qingbo's death was just an accident. That's good too. It directly saved me nearly a million in profit sharing. It's just a pity that I can't use him anymore. Moreover, so what if Su Cheng finds out? My dad is also the head of 13K, with tens of thousands of subordinates. He's also a person with a reputation. Does he still want to kill me? So what if he's the richest man? At most, I'll apologize to him and that'll be the end of it." Thinking of this, Ye Zeliang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

From the initial panic to the current calmness, it only took less than two minutes.

Since Second Young Master Ye Zeliang didn't care about Zheng Qingbo's life or death, he, as a lackey, naturally didn't want to continue to care so much. (End of chapter)