In May, Lin Weiran wanted to play the most sinister game of chess since he started business, and unlike the previous pig and tiger who invited the king into the urn after the layout of Wen Tun, this time he took the initiative to attack and must face a hand-to-hand game. Coming out of the bungalow filled with an inexplicable smell, Lin Weiran gasped for breath, the smell of this man who hadn't taken a bath for almost a month made him unbearable, not to mention playing a threatening game with this cold-faced man who would kill you if he didn't cooperate.

From the day Xu Rencheng fell, Lin Weiran expanded his holdings through stock operations, the trader was a middle-aged uncle introduced by Gu Huan, he looked calm and reliable, and his skills were also very good.

It should be that the uncle who has had this kind of experience doesn't talk much, when Lin Weiran expressed his intention, he just glanced at the Khmer medicine standing next to him, and then turned to the computer to stare at the curve charts, and after saying a word, he was silent again, and his temperament was very profound, and he seemed to be a little more open-minded. It's just that in the face of this situation, Lin Weiran found it difficult to give trust, so after going out, he said to the Khmer medicine who came out: "Uncle Gao, he must be very unhappy when we do this, so I want to trouble you to keep an eye on him for a few days." ”

Khmer Medicine nodded, and still didn't talk much when he was doing things.

Lin Weiran sighed, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and then said to herself, "After this time." You should be able to make easy money, right? ”

"Perhaps." Khmer replied, pausing. Then he asked, "Who did you see last time you went to meet those people?" ”

Lin Weiran stretched out a finger, "One." It's just the most important one, these guys are very bullying, except for that Kim Jae-cheol, who is a little interesting, the rest of them didn't come. I really don't know if Lu Dao is too confident or too cautious, anyway, he is destined to quit a few in the next few years, and I don't know if Lu Dao will meet first and form a fate, in case he loses, no matter who wins, he will be embarrassed to make a dead hand. ”

Khmer medicine did not give face and asked: "Even if they often eat at the same table, they will not keep their hands, do you show mercy after meeting each other?" ”

Lin Weiran shook his head without thinking: "No." It's too naïve to be merciful or something. ”

Khmer Medicine glanced at his watch and reminded: "If you don't show mercy, the time will be almost up." ”

Lin Weiran was silent for a moment, maybe a little dazed for a moment, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed Han Weiyi's number, with a resolute expression and no hesitation.

Here, Han Weiyi, who briefly talked about the progress with Lin Weiran, put down her phone. Returning to his seat to face the middle-aged president who was still wearing work clothes, this person was not tall, his head was also a little bowed, and he looked a little obscene with black-rimmed glasses. There was a smell of lead from ink. He glanced up at Han Weiyi, his eyes were very puzzled, and he didn't understand why this strange woman who suddenly appeared yesterday wanted to buy a printing house that could only barely maintain the balance of payments.

"Has President Shin thought about it?" Han Weiyi asked with a smile.

"Miss Han. This printing house is considered the ancestral business of our family, and it also printed leaflets for independent people during the Japanese colonial period. Today, it has been decades. President Shin Myung-hoon said reluctantly, letting go of the contract with an attractive offer. The attitude is ambiguous.

"That's it, for the sake of the Korean independence movement, for the decades of history of this printing house, and for your ancestral business, I will add another billion." Han Weiyi leaned forward as she spoke, her hands no longer wrapped around her chest, but propped her elbows on the table, and looked at the back of her raised right hand, as if she was scrutinizing.

It was a beautiful hand, fair and slender, and it seemed to be able to smell the fragrance just by looking at it, and President Shin Myeong-hoon's eyes looked at that hand through the lenses, and this woman had the same temptation as she proposed, and there was a temptation that could not be refused.

But no matter how you say it, Shen Mingxun is also a president who manages hundreds of employees, and being hooked does not mean that he has to swallow saliva in front of a woman, he took his eyes away with great effort, and opened his mouth as if he was ...... plan, "Miss Han, Shuguang Printing is a resounding brand in the industry, not only a big newspaper like Dong-A Ilbo has a fixed business and shares in our place, but there are also few indoor prints in Seoul that are not here."

Shen Mingxun's voice became smaller and smaller, because Han Weiyi put a finger behind her mouth in front of her mouth, and it was her cold face that suddenly became serious.

"President Shen Mingxun, Dong-A Daily's shares in Shuguang Printing are only less than 20 percent, and it is purely for their own business security, I am now buying all the shares of Shuguang in your name, and the price is already ten percent higher than all of Shuguang, so all your reasons are for more, am I right?"

Shen Mingxun restrained his flattering smile and said with a serious face: "Miss Han, if you say that, I'm afraid it will be difficult to talk about this business." ”

Han Weiyi said coldly: "If Dong-A Daily knows that you embezzled public funds to gamble illegally, I don't think you can do it anymore." ”

Shen Mingxun's arrogance just now was extinguished by Han Weiyi's words in less than ten seconds, and he looked at the beautiful woman in front of him who was like a snake and scorpion, and the whole person seemed to have been punctured with a balloon.

Wiping his sweat with his handkerchief, Shen Mingxun compromised: "Miss Han is really joking, this transaction is good, but when will we trade?" As long as Miss Han is free, I am free. ”

"Wait."

Han Weiyi stood up and walked to the window of the president's office on the second floor of the factory, where more than a dozen large printing presses were working non-stop. ”

Eleven?

Shen Mingxun looked up at the clock on the wall, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

How is it possible to wait for a lawyer to be available for a large deal like this?

He thought about it carefully, and the eleven points that Han Weiyi said made him more and more familiar, his eyes shifted from this woman to the meter on the other side, and as soon as he glanced at the head of the row, his heart beat rapidly because of the possibility he thought of.

"Got it?"

Han Weiyi's voice came, and Shen Mingxun turned his head to meet the woman's gaze again, sweating profusely, only feeling dizzy.

"Shhh Han Weiyi gestured with a finger in front of his lips and said softly.

……

When Lin Weiran drove to Chunglu District, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, stopped in front of a brightly lit building, he looked at this high-rise building belonging to Dong-A Daily in a daze, the precious three hours before eleven o'clock were planned to squander here, and when he returned from Sokcho, Khmer medicine handed him a list, everyone on it was not inferior to him in terms of ability and influence, and some were even more than half a chip higher than him, and the fiercely competitive Colosseum in Seoul honed these roles extremely violently and ruthlessly, The degree of cunning is unimaginable even for a suspense film director, and such a person, coupled with a high position and a deep background, success that is unattainable in the eyes of ordinary people is like child's play for them.

Jeon Dong-geun, President of Dong-A Ilbo; Kim Jae-chol, current director of MBC; Bae Rongguang, a financial person in Myeongdong, is the disciple and grandson of Han Mourning on the status of the rivers and lakes; Shen Zhihao is the deputy director of the Elson Institute. plus a Lin Weiran, this list itself is real money, if they work together, it is an exaggeration to say that a media empire will be born tomorrow, but even the girls surnamed Park think that they don't have the ability to twist them into a hemp rope, and survival of the fittest is the only result.

There are not many positions above, Lin Weiran has no place to sit if he wants one, in order to let the ass decide the head, no one will hide it, and when he can't wait to take out his housekeeping skills, the risk is nothing.

Three hours passed quickly, and when the phone rang, Lin Weiran only felt that many things had to start tonight, and no matter how calm people were, they would get nervous.

Picking up the phone, Lin Weiran said, "The contract is done?" ”

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone, "Well, but I still have to keep an eye on him until I find out over there, I will take care of him." ”

Han Weiyi, who was holding the phone, glanced at Shen Mingxun, who seemed to have just finished running a marathon, turned his head, and couldn't help but be a little worried: "Is it okay to make such a big trouble?" The ABC Association will not let this kind of thing go easily, and people from the government will also come to find fault. ”

Lin Weiran retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "You have a tiger skin as a banner, you must make good use of it when you should use it, and no one will trouble you when the time comes." ”

Han Weiyi asked, "What about you?" Who instructed me to do this, and they will find out when they look up. ”

Lin Weiran was silent for a while, and just replied: "Optimistic about Shen Mingxun, optimistic about Shuguang, since we decided to start first, it is useless to worry so much." ”

In order to save money, the Dong-A Ilbo Group closed its printing industry in 2000 and contracted out the printing business, and the Shuguang Printing Factory is one of the printing plants that contracted these businesses, printing nearly one million copies of newspapers every day.

Now, the Shuguang Printing House belongs to Lin Weiran, but one of his competitors, Jeon Dong-geun, the director of Dong-A Ilbo, does not know what to do, and Lin Weiran's first step in planning is to target Dong-A Daily, the second largest circulation in South Korea, and to strike first.

Jeon Dong-geun, who refused Lin Weiran's invitation once, still doesn't know how that late-night snack will affect Dong-A Daily as a whole. (To be continued.) )