Chapter 4

Zhang Tian got out of the car, and the car drove away. The black cloth was taken down, and the driver took out a remote control and pressed it, and the 911** fell off. Under the streetlights, the driver wore a gray cap with the brim placed behind, a white shirt inside, a gray thin coat outside, and white gloves. He was about twenty-five years old and had a relaxed smile on his face.

The person in the passenger seat reminded him, "Zuo, you can't park there just now, hehe, did you pull the handbrake?"

The driver asked with a smile, "Young Master Lin, did you do it on purpose?"

"What did I do on purpose?" The passenger was a man in his mid-thirties, wearing a high-end suit, with neat hair, spotless, and a smile on his face. He was kind and mature, handsome and gentle. He was not an ordinary person; he was one of the directors of Dongcheng Guoye Group.

The driver said, "I don't like luxury cars for enjoyment, especially those where I can't even find the handbrake. And I hate automatic transmissions the most."

"This is the low gear, this is the high gear, this is the reverse gear, and the handbrake is on your left. Just press it lightly," Young Master Lin said. "Zuo, you need to learn to enjoy. No noise, comfortable, and no bumps."

"You rich people always ask why we need to take a plane, what's so urgent? Life is about enjoyment. Rent a yacht and take your time; you'll get there eventually. The beauty of life lies in the journey, not the destination." The driver said, "You're just showing off because your dad is rich, so you can enjoy the process slowly."

"If you say that, it's no fun. If you need money, just ask. You and I are clear, talking about money is really no fun. If you like the car, take it. A yacht? Easy, just a word, and it will be delivered to your doorstep."

"Showing off your wealth to me!" The driver extended his palm and slapped it on Young Master Lin's head. "Let's talk about serious matters. Are you out of your mind? Why did you take Zhang Tian's case?"

"Don't touch my hair. I've warned you over two thousand times." Young Master Lin took out a comb to tidy his hair and sighed. "Zhang Tian's child and my niece are classmates in kindergarten. Since I knew he was betrayed by a lover, I couldn't just stand by. Besides, it's a good opportunity for the company to test its skills against the police. Two birds with one stone."

The driver said while driving, "Young Master Lin, what's the point of building Dongcheng Escort for so many years? Your family's Guoye Group was utterly destroyed by the Japanese, completely defeated, in a mess, and in a state of despair..."

"Do you have any more idioms to remind us how bad it was?" Young Master Lin asked.

The driver thought for a moment. "Your father spitting blood, your sister hitting people..."

Young Master Lin exclaimed, "You know so much?"

The driver said, "Young Master Lin, that's why I say you're out of your mind. Four companies bid, three companies prepared for more than three months, and the Japanese only registered ten days before the deadline. Do you think they came just to join in?"

Young Master Lin said, "I said at the board meeting, I really did. I said the Japanese would be the toughest to deal with. They must be well-prepared."

"But you didn't say they had everything already, even the price. The driver said, "Young Master Lin, they had to submit reports on the port, data, etc. The first report was given to the Malaysians. If it was a worthless report, would they have a seat at the negotiation table? You should have known on the first day that one of your three companies was leaking information. Your Guoye Group should have acted decisively, believing that the Japanese report was stolen from you, and quietly added one million to the bid."

"Brother, one million, I have it in my account. But every cent on the bid must be approved by the board. Do you think I can just write any number?" Young Master Lin sighed. "The most pitiful is the project manager, a strong woman in her thirties. She lost her boyfriend because of this project and cried her eyes out, which made me feel sad. Even worse, she has to take the blame. Damn, these business spies are too hateful. I want to find them and throw them into the sea to feed the sharks."

"Stop talking nonsense." The driver said, "The people in the escort company are young, but they have a few years of experience and have international connections. You can let them out more."

Young Master Lin nodded. "We've trained them for a long time, and it's time for them to see some action. But... without you, the pillar of stability, I'm afraid I can't handle it."

"You're flattering me. I'm just a theoretical advisor." The driver said, "International Escort 911 has many elites. I think you can add some external support."

Young Master Lin asked, "What about you? Are you going to work with me?"

"I don't belong to Dongcheng. Let's talk when your business expands to City A." It's about an hour's drive from Dongcheng, and after crossing a sea bridge, you reach City A, which has millions of permanent and floating residents and is one of the world's top ten commercial cities.

Young Master Lin didn't give up. "Money is no problem..."

"Showing off your wealth in front of me will get you beaten." The driver said seriously, "We're friends. If I need help, I won't forget you. You take care of my pocket and dignity, and take me to eat at a street stall, so you're my friend. If you make me eat Western food every day, we're not friends, just close associates. What do you have to offer to make me your close associate? I'll beat you up."

Young Master Lin asked, "Because we're friends, you won't help me?"

The driver thought for a moment and said, "I said, I don't belong to Dongcheng."

Young Master Lin nodded. "Alright, I'll make the Dongcheng Escort brand famous in a year. In a year and a half, I'll open a branch in City A."

The driver smiled but didn't respond, parked the car to the side. This was a yacht dock, where only the very wealthy had their yachts. Unlike other yachts that were parked together, these yachts had their own space and position because they were large enough.

The driver and Young Master Lin got out of the car and walked to the yacht. Two men in black standing at the yacht's entrance immediately stepped aside. The driver took a step back, and Young Master Lin went up first. The driver said to one of the men in black, "Trouble you, Lao Si."

"No problem," Lao Si nodded and left.

The yacht looked like a yacht on the outside, but the inside was nothing like a yacht. There were no bikini girls, no bars, no lights, and no revelry. Instead, it was an open office.

A pair of twin brothers, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old, stood on either side of the office, watching the TV on the wall. Each had two to three computers in front of them, and the tables were filled with various data cables and equipment. A woman in her late twenties, wearing a gray suit, held a cup of coffee and sat at the desk, glancing at the TV on the wall.

"BOSS!" The twin brothers raised their hands and greeted the driver, "Zuo."

The driver raised his hand in acknowledgment. The woman asked, "Zuo, what would you like to drink?"

"I won't drink, I need to go back."

Young Master Lin said, "What's the rush? I ordered a buffet. Eat and then leave."

PS: This book is a work of fiction. All positions, organizations, and police ranks mentioned are purely fictional.

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