King of Capital

Chapter 100 The Moon is So Round Tonight
"Assistant Song, Mr. Xie is easy to get along with. Don't misunderstand me. Go out and have a rest first."

With Liu Qiming's last words echoing in her mind, Song Anli left the hall and closed the door, leaving the figure holding the stick behind her.

The moonlight was as quiet and cool as water. Goose bumps appeared on the skin of her arms and she let out a light breath.

After a few minutes, Xie Jingxing's personal cell phone suddenly vibrated, and it was a foreign phone number.

Song Anli held the phone and answered it hesitantly: "Hello, hello, who are you?"

"I'm looking for Xie Jingxing." The distant female voice on the other end of the phone didn't sound very polite.

Song Anli remembered the key points that Liu Qiming had explained before, so she simply said "OK", turned around, pushed open the door and walked in again.

Cheng Sen was lying on the ground, panting heavily, his upper body covered in dust and blood; Xie Jingxing was bent over with his hands on his knees, grinning, and under the candlelight, there was a faint trace of sweat on the tip of his nose.

Both of them looked very tired but neither of them complained or said they were tired. They remained polite and quiet from beginning to end, showing the utmost respect for Master Sanqing.

"What's the matter?" Xie Jingxing took a breath and took the phone.

Yu Tong asked doubtfully on the other end of the phone: "Are you running at night?"

"I'm catching little ghosts in Maoshan." Xie Jingxing replied without thinking.

Yu Tong was silent for a few seconds and commented: "It seems that I called you in vain."

"How did you know?"

Xie Jingxing stood up and threw down his stick, waving his hand to signal someone to bring him a stool. After the gunshot wound, his body was not as good as before and his endurance had dropped significantly.

Yu Tong did not exaggerate or show mercy, and explained truthfully: "A mutual friend of Zhou Fenglan and I told me. I thought about it and felt that I should inform you. Which Maoshan are you in?"

"Jiangsu."

"Okay, let the other party wait where he is, and I'll handle the follow-up."

"Am I a gigolo again?" Xie Jingxing couldn't help but frown.

Yu Tong smiled and said, "Good brother, I'm afraid you'll get your hands dirty, so I want to bring you some water to wash your hands."

"..."

Xie Jing Xing was speechless, he hung up the phone, rubbed his numb palms, stood up and walked out of the hall.

"Mr. Xie, are you still donating the money?"

Cheng Sen flipped over and sat up. He didn't care about the lack of response and shouted at the top of his voice, "Two million. Absolutely not a cent less will be used for charity. You can come and check the account at any time."

"Alright, alright, hurry to the hospital." Liu Qiming frowned as he watched him bleed profusely.

Cheng Sen grinned: "My phone is broken, can I borrow yours to make a call? Thank you, we don't know each other without a fight, let's keep in touch in the future..."

"Mr. Cheng, how much does a bullet cost in the Middle East?" Liu Qiming stopped the phone he was holding in the air and asked expressionlessly.

Cheng Sen slowly wiped his hands clean using his clothes as a rag: "Boss Liu, even the emperor still keeps a few dogs. If Boss Xie has any bones that are too dirty to chew, feel free to throw them to me. I was born with good teeth and I am not afraid of getting dirty even if I play around in the mud."

"Let's be friends. I really mean it."

He took the initiative to stretch out one hand and pull the phone from Liu Qiming's hand, while holding the other hand in mid-air.

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At night, the Milky Way between the natural mountains and forests is more magnificent than the sky between the steel forests.

Xie Jingxing was unwilling to admit in front of the girl that he hadn't recovered yet, so he pretended to sit down on the stone steps at the bottom of the Taoist temple, tilting his head back to act like an artistic and melancholy boy.

Perhaps it was the businessman genes in his bones that came into play. His acting skills were remarkable and better than those of idol drama stars. In Song Anli's eyes, he looked even more lonely and isolated, making her want to hug him.

"Mr. Liu told me about Chairman Xie Cheng's experience." Song Anli started making mistakes from then on.

Xie Jingxing didn't care. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. Even if his family didn't have the crown, they still had gold bricks.

Cheng Sen, a self-recommended white glove, is just the most inconspicuous type. After returning to China, the only woman he has is Concubine Pei... Even after he was shot twice in New York, Yu Tong and Zhou Fenglan openly advised him not to dig deeper, because many things are difficult to explain.

He could think of nine kinds of things without even thinking about it. Nine kinds of malicious intent came from all sides who wanted to take advantage of the situation and make him stop messing around and sleep as soon as possible. He had already become accustomed to these things and they were not worth mentioning.

"I thought you would send him in." Song Anli continued to make mistakes.

Xie Jing Xing looked at her searching for topics like a headless fly, and couldn't help but twitch his lips: "He is from the Middle East."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Song Anli bent her legs and sat next to him.

"First of all, you have to know what they do. Human trafficking, educational immigration, and gray brokers are all free services. The channel is the core business."

Xie Jingxing patiently explained: "A sum of money goes abroad to the Middle East or Africa and is broken up into countless parts. It is then dispersed in dozens of small countries there, passing through European countries, passing through Southeast Asia, and then to the United States or Europe. Countless parts of the money are reassembled and arranged into sunshine assets in the United States or Europe."

"If you are lucky enough to spend several years investigating all the details of the money, the printed materials would need to be loaded into a wheelbarrow, but they can do it in ten days, half a month, or even less."

Song Anli fell into silence and thought for a moment before saying, "This method is not very clever. Yunshan is a company worth tens of billions. Why would Cheng Sen dare to come to you?"

"Good question, that's why he's from the Middle East."

Xie Jingxing nodded in approval: "Actually, the local warlords in Southeast Asia and various entertainment venues are also doing this kind of thing, but their customer groups are fundamentally different. Do you remember the news you saw this afternoon?"

Song Anli felt her heart tighten instantly and she swallowed hard.

Xie Jing Xing leaned back and propped up his arms, looking at the starry sky: "The customers we serve in Southeast Asia are all bugs crawling in the mud. At most, there are a few goblins with no background. The customers we serve in the Middle East market are the Big Dipper stars that guide the direction of progress." "So he dared to run in front of me and show off, and I don't seem to have any good way to kill him except to beat him up."

Xie Jingxing didn't finish his words. It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but that there was no need to. Cheng Sen was just a cesspool. No one cared about the life or death of the cesspool, but no one wanted to get their clothes soiled by the dung splashing everywhere. It was disgraceful.

Yu Tong, who got the promise of marriage in two years, has the tendency to become a young wife who follows her husband wherever he goes. There is no need to worry about him not being able to handle this matter well. Unfortunately, he also gave Zhou Fenglan a promise of marriage in two years, so he cannot cheat on the latter during this period.

This matter ends here for the time being. If there is another top-level cesspool like Cheng Sen who takes the initiative to disgust him, he might cuckold Zhou Fenglan in a fit of rage and openly eat Yu Tong's gigolo.

"How did you find out there was something wrong with him?"

Song Anli was very curious. She completely believed Cheng Sen’s theory of “special currency”, which was very consistent with the image of a non-profit organization in her mind.

Xie Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "I have rhinitis and am sensitive to smells."

"Is this possible?" Song Anli widened her eyes.

Xie Jing Xing closed his eyes and sniffed hard: "Do you smell it? There is the smell of coriander, oil, and wheat."

"…You ordered some plain noodles."

Song Anli gave an awkward smile to the young Taoist priest who was standing in front of the two of them, holding two bowls of Taoist-style plain noodles. Fortunately, it was dark at night, and the look in the young Taoist priest's eyes that looked at the idiot was well concealed.

Xie Jing Xing sat up and coughed lightly: "Thank you, can you order a few more bowls?"

The young Taoist priest silently placed the two bowls of noodles on the steps, brushed past the two people, and continued to walk back to the main hall to mop the floor.

You stay up late at night in the Taoist temple, watching the stars and eating noodles. You are generous but your brain is not working well. I will not make money from you!
"The moon is so round tonight."

Xie Jingxing raised his head to look at the sky again, and Song Anli responded considerately and cooperatively: "Well, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon."

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"Did he really practice it?"

Li Yan squatted on the steps holding a bowl of noodles, looking at a young man and woman sitting not far below who were sharing a bowl of noodles.

Liu Qiming stared at the bowl of noodles in his hand. He hadn't eaten a single bite of food since the afternoon and was extremely hungry.

"He really has good physical strength. An ordinary person would be exhausted after fighting for two minutes, but he fought for about ten minutes on and off."

Li Yan took out two small wooden sticks from somewhere, two bowls of noodles and two pairs of chopsticks. The boss and the assistant had one bowl of noodles and two pairs of chopsticks. He was not picky and could deal with it with wooden sticks.

Before Liu Qiming put the stick into the bowl of noodles, he said, "Beretta M9 pistol."

"What do you mean?" Li Yan really stopped.

"He returned fire after being shot twice. He used a Beretta M9 to shoot at high-speed moving targets at night on the street and got 15 out of 9 shots. Mr. Xie learned this from hunting during his winter and summer vacations in junior high school."

Liu Qiming kindly took the bowl of noodles from Li Yan to prevent his chin from falling into the bowl. The noodle soup was still steaming, and the noodles were very chewy. It was served with two slices of vegetarian beef made from soy products, which was delicious.

"It's a bit of a waste for him to work in finance." Li Yan took a long time to say.

Liu Qiming sniffed: "Do you have tissues? Give me some."

"That's enough. Leave me half."

"You are not a female assistant. We are all brothers and there is no need to play tricks. I eat noodles and you drink soup. There is no distinction between you and me."

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"This moon is really round."

After eating more than half a bowl of noodles, Xie Jingxing's physical strength was almost restored, and he became more leisurely and elegant.

Song Anli held the bowl of noodles and sipped the soup to dispel the slight chill: "This bowl is also quite round."

"If you really have nothing to say, you can call your family in advance to say hello. We are going to the United States on a business trip during the Mid-Autumn Festival." Xie Jingxing said disappointedly.

The appearance of Cheng Sen helped him make a decision. Zhou Fenglan was able to keep his word and act frankly, so he had no reason to care. After finishing his work, he would go to the United States to develop enterprise management + cloud computing services.

"Is there a specific itinerary?" Song Anli forced herself to cheer up.

Xie Jingxing thought for a moment and said, "Try to contact a video conferencing product called 'zoom' and a cloud computing service company called 'Snowflake' and ask them if they need investment."

"Ok."

Song Anli sighed inwardly and opened the family WeChat group to send a message: [Mom and Dad, I'm on a business trip and won't be home during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so you don't have to clean my room. ]

[Lili, a lot of parcels came to my house today. I saw all the names of luxury brands on them. They said they were Mid-Autumn Festival gifts for you. I opened two of them, one was champagne and the other was mooncake. Pick the two you want and I’ll keep them for you. The rest will be for your brother.]

Song Anli looked at the message displayed on her WeChat screen and then at the bowl next to her. It was really round.

"Let's go home."

Xie Jingxing looked back and saw that Cheng Sen had probably gone down the mountain from another route. This guy was actually quite interesting.

"Ok."

Song Anli nodded slightly.

(End of this chapter)