Comprehension against the sky, creating the Five Thunders in the real world

When Zheng Xinsi heard the word "agent", he was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Being Lin Beichen's agent, what a great opportunity this is. Is he still dreaming from a hangover?
You know, even if nothing happened to his family, he is still the eldest son of the Zheng family, and he is not qualified to be compared with Lin Beichen's spokesperson.

"Mr. Lin, I'm already a useless person, please stop teasing me."

Zheng Xinsi said eagerly.

"I'm not interested in beating around the bush with you. I'm just asking you to be my spokesperson."

Lin Beichen frowned and looked at the other party coldly.

“I will be leaving Hong Kong in a few days. The affairs of the Zheng family have no value to me, but I must have a spokesperson to manage all parties in Hong Kong on my behalf and let them know of my existence.

Although the Zheng family has been divided, as long as I say a word, each family will take the initiative to give in. Do you really want to take this position?"

The total asset size of the Zheng family exceeds 200 billion.

For ordinary people, they dare not even dream of such numbers.

But to Lin Beichen, the Zheng family is just a burden.

Managing such a group, just the daily chores would be extremely troublesome and waste a lot of his time.

But what he lacks the most is time, so if he can't find the person, he would rather give up Hong Kong Island.

Relying on this part of the Zheng family's property, he can use it to build a magic circle.

Building the magic circle at Mingzhukou requires a huge amount of money. Even if the entire Zheng family is put in, they may not be able to fill the entire gap.

But this is the worst option.

A stable and mature business asset, even if it is to be sold, the premium will be extremely terrifying.

The capital market's valuation of a company will have various expressions, but when it comes to the Zheng family, most people will only use one standard.

If the Zheng family's assets worth more than 20 billion yuan are really sold, it would not be difficult to sell them for trillion yuan. Even if they plan slowly and sell them every once in a while, they can eventually sell them at a high price of times.

Is 20 times a lot?

It seems high, but it's still a great bargain.

Because for a group like the Zheng family, a premium of dozens of times is just the most basic.

Money is just a number that keeps changing with the market.

The resources and markets represented are the real key things.

As an old asset company, the Zheng family controls a large number of people's livelihood projects, which are not like the new generation of Internet industries.

The Internet industry is too turbulent. Many projects are popular today, but ten years later, they may not be worth a penny.

In an era of market turmoil and when everyone is working together to build rockets, this type of new generation of business, standing high above and looking down on everyone, has an industry.

But when the storm subsides, everyone looks back and finds that these industries are nothing more than clowns.

If you work in this kind of industry, you can only be a parasite, not a rule maker.

But the Zheng family’s business is quite different.

What they are doing are projects related to people's livelihood. Even after a thousand years, these businesses will still be relevant to everyone.

Because as soon as people are born, they need food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

These projects are the real source of power.

"Can I really be the heir?"

Zheng Xinsi stared at Lin Beichen blankly and asked again before he suddenly came to his senses and spoke excitedly.

"Sir, the Zheng family's assets are what our family has spent several generations working hard to build. These assets cannot be sold. Even if we sell them at a premium, we will still lose money!"

Zheng Xinsi really didn't have any abilities. He was an uneducated playboy. Even among the Zheng family's children of this generation, he was not considered outstanding.

But he is not stupid.

Among the children of this generation in the Zheng family, Zheng Yaxin is considered a relatively promising child, but unfortunately, this woman made the most stupid mistake.

Zheng Xinsi watched his family disintegrate and felt extremely painful.

But he could still comfort himself because this matter had nothing to do with him. Although he was implicated, he was the innocent one in the family turmoil after all.

However, if the family assets are sold, the person who receives the assets may very likely be a former enemy.

His loved ones are sad and his enemies are happy. Even if he dies, he cannot accept such a situation.

It would be fine if he couldn't stop it, but Lin Beichen gave him a little hope, how could he not be excited?

Another point.

Lin Beichen came to Hong Kong this time not to cause trouble for him, but just to get back the money he deserved, so as long as he got back what he deserved, he could still save his life.

Although being a waste is cowardly, at least you can survive.

But if the person who receives the assets is an enemy, the other party will kill him even if he becomes a waste.

This is called cutting the grass at its roots to prevent future troubles!
“Since you don’t want me to sell it, you can be my spokesperson, look after this property for me, and then rebuild another Zheng family.

With my resources and influence, even if the Zheng family is destroyed, you will have the capital to rebuild a new Zheng family."

Lin Beichen looked at Zheng Xinsi coldly and put forward his own conditions.

He did not intend to give Zheng Xinsi any help, but let him use his influence.

Zheng Xinsi was from a noble family, so he naturally knew what was the most valuable.

In the eyes of aristocratic families, money is the least valuable thing, while influence is the most valuable treasure.

With a big shot as your backer, and full support from him, you can even speak publicly on behalf of this big shot on certain occasions.

This is simply a sword of justice.

If used well, he could even create a family more powerful than the Zheng family.

However, all this has a prerequisite, he must be a good spokesperson and keep this property for Lin Beichen.

Can he really do it?

Zheng Xinsi was in a dilemma.

At the same time, on the other side, in Kowloon Walled City, Luo Zhigui slowly opened his eyes.

Last night's experience seemed like a dream, but his empty stomach reminded him that no matter whether what happened last night was true or not, he was now starving.

Eating is the most important thing.

Thinking of this, Luo Zhigui struggled to stand up, quickly washed his face, and walked to the door.

The glaring sunlight shone on him, and he squinted his eyes out of some discomfort.

What was before my eyes seemed to become more real.

Luo Zhigui pushed open the door, looked at the narrow gap in the slum, and took a deep breath.

The air is still so turbid and the streets are still so depressing.

If it weren't for the miraculous experience of last night, he would have felt that this kind of day was full of boredom and despair, with nothing to look forward to.

But last night's experience was like a dream, and the strength in his body was so real. These two contradictory feelings made him feel both real and psychedelic.

"Whether it's true or not, I have to give it a try."

Luo Zhigui murmured to himself, with a gleam of determination in his eyes.

He has had enough of hard times and must give it a try.

The boss didn't pay back the debt he owed him, nor did he give him the benefits he promised, but he fought for the boss, conquered the country, and made countless military achievements. In the process, he paid with blood and tears, and was covered with scars.

He had no choice before, but now he has to fight.

Among the three tests, there must be one that allows him to take back what he deserves.

There are more than a dozen gangs in Kowloon Walled City, with complicated connections and unclear interests.

However, in these chaotic streets and alleys, there are still some territories that the major forces are too lazy to manage and cannot collect much protection fees.

Among these streets, there are several streets with a lot of money and are the battlegrounds for gangsters.

Luo Zhigui was originally one of the thugs on these streets. However, unlike ordinary thugs, he had made a name for himself in these places and had the opportunity to become a big brother.

One day three years ago, a friend of his in prison came out and invited him for a drink. They talked about their past in prison. Out of loyalty, he decided to form a gang with the other party and fight together.

However, disputes based on personal feelings are of no use after all. When it comes to dividing up territory and discussing interests, everyone should settle accounts clearly like brothers.

He thought the other party would give him some benefits out of consideration.

However, after the other party occupied these streets, they kicked him away.

When he talked about brotherhood, the other party patted him on the shoulder and said that it was just an old story and how could it be applied now?

Brotherhood, is it possible that it becomes outdated?
"You were the first to be unkind, so don't blame me for being unjust."

Luo Zhigui asked himself, in all the years that they had been brothers, he had never let the other party down once.

On several occasions, the opposing gang tried to recruit him, but he simply drove them away.

Thinking about it now, it’s a bit ironic.

"Baozi, freshly baked buns, would you like a tray of them, boss?"

Passing by a corner shop, the aroma of steamed buns attracted Luo Zhigui.

He stopped in front of the steamed bun shop and stared blankly.

What kind of life did he live in the past and what kind of life is he living now?
It’s bad enough that I can’t eat the delicacies from land and sea, but it’s ridiculous that I can’t even afford a few buns.

"Boss, do you want it?"

The bun shop owner looked at him with a simple smile on his face.

Life in Kowloon Walled City is not easy, but eating is not a problem.

Even if he is a small gangster, he would not go through so much trouble just for a few buns.

Luo Zhigui silently took out his wallet and handed the last bill to the other party.

He originally intended to use this money to pay his phone bill.

“How much can this money buy?”

The prices in Kowloon Walled City are cheaper than outside, mainly because the rent is not that high, and when using ingredients, they tend to choose some not-so-fresh ones.

People here don't care too much about ingredients, but are more sensitive to prices.

The boss directly ordered ten trays of buns and placed them next to Luo Zhigui.

"Boss, we have plenty of buns here. As long as you can eat as much as you want, you can eat as much as you want. Drinks are also free."

He could see that Luo Zhigui must be in trouble, and with his scars all over his body, it was obvious that he was not a good person. Therefore, he did not charge Luo Zhigui more money. As long as Luo Zhigui had enough food and drink and did not cause trouble, it would be fine.

Luo Zhigui didn't say much and started eating in silence.

There were more than sixty buns.

In the past, he would probably be full after eating half of the buns, but for some reason, today he ordered more than a hundred buns in a row, but still felt empty.

Just when he wanted to order a few dozen more buns, he saw the boss staring at him blankly, his face still a little pale.

"Why, I ate a few of your buns, and you felt bad?"

Luo Zhigui said somewhat unhappily.

Hearing this, the boss hurriedly shook his head and pointed behind him.

Luo Zhigui frowned and looked back, only to see a dozen thugs walking towards him on the other side of the street corner with evil smiles on their faces, holding sticks, machetes and everything else in their hands, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

"Are they here to collect protection money?"

Luo Zhigui wiped his mouth, opened a bottle of beer, and picked up a rolling pin from the boss's desk.

Before the boss could react, he saw Luo Zhigui rushing out.

More than a hundred buns, even a big eater probably can't eat so much.

Although Luo Zhigui was not full, he regained some strength.

When he ran out, he scared himself.

He felt as light as a swallow, like a cheetah, and his instantaneous burst of speed gave him a feeling of being as fast as lightning.

In the eyes of outsiders, the moment he rushed out, he seemed to turn into a black shadow, and his speed almost exceeded that of a supercar at a 100-meter dash.

In just a moment, Luo Zhigui rushed into the crowd. The rolling pin in his hand was like a majestic sword. With one blow, he either broke bones or knocked someone away.

A strange scene suddenly appeared among the crowd.

A dozen thugs were asking for protection money in a very arrogant manner one second ago, and were suddenly attacked the next second. They were scattered to the ground in an instant like a piece of tofu.

In just a few seconds, all these people fell to the ground, unable to fight back.

Luo Zhigui stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at the rolling pin in his hand, feeling as if he was still not satisfied.

For some reason, he always felt unsatisfied.

These people fought weakly, and he knocked them all down before he even used even a third of his strength.

He knew he was a good fighter, but he couldn't be that good.

Is the inheritance given to him by the old immortal real?

In an instant, Luo Zhigui's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

He licked his lips and looked at everyone strangely.

"Go back and tell your boss that I'm back."

After finishing speaking, Luo Zhigui threw away the rolling pin, returned to the bun shop, and said calmly:

"Give me another twenty trays of buns."

Hearing this, the boss didn't dare to say a word and hurriedly brought the buns.

Luo Zhigui ate silently, but he didn't know that the changes in him were seen by another person.

At the same time, Lin Beichen seemed to be sensed, looking out the car window with a smile on his face.

One of the few seeds he left behind seemed to have sprouted.

After just one night, a seed sprouted, which was beyond his expectations.

"You go down."

Lin Beichen said lightly.

Hearing this, Zheng Xinsi nodded cautiously.

He hasn't made up his mind yet, but he knows he doesn't have much time. (End of this chapter)