Chapter 1 The Headquarters of the Chinese Labor Association in Saint Paul

Huang Peishan lowered his head and stood next to Huo Dongsheng, answering softly, "They'll arrive the day after tomorrow. I've already made the arrangements at the Poly Ann Hotel. Rest assured, I've taken care of everything that needs to be prepared."

"Make sure the security is tight," Huo Dongsheng reminded softly, "Ensure his safety."

"That's all arranged too," Huang Peishan responded immediately, "The personnel involved are all our direct subordinates."

"Mm..." Huo Dongsheng nodded gently.

"Then who from our side is going...?" Huang Peishan asked tentatively.

"Dong Ke, Liu Tao, just the three of you," Huo Dongsheng pointed at Huang Peishan, "Meet him first."

"Okay, I'll go inform them now." Huang Peishan immediately turned and left.

Huo Dongsheng sat in his office, hands clasped, lost in thought. Less than five minutes later, the office door was knocked on again.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Huo Dongsheng responded, "Come in."

The office door opened, and Wu Boxin, who had already become the head of the Huaxing Chamber of Commerce, strode in. "Old Huo, busy?"

"Not right now, come, come, sit down!"

Huo Dongsheng invited Wu Boxin to sit on the sofa next to him.

"Perfect timing, I have some special tea sent directly from the China region." Huo Dongsheng opened a drawer and took out a wooden canister. "This tea... I got it from Wang Xiao. The average person can't get their hands on it."

He sat across from Wu Boxin, fiddling with the tea set in front of him, skillfully taking out the tea leaves, putting them into the teapot, and then starting to boil water.

Wu Boxin sat on the sofa, watching Old Huo with the tea set, and went straight to the point. "Old Huo, I need you to approve some funds. I'm planning to hold a private wine party in Jia City next week. Some important people are coming, and I have to give the middlemen some sweeteners."

Huo Dongsheng nodded, washing the tea set as he asked, "How much do you need?"

"About ten million or so," Wu Boxin quoted a number.

"How about this, I'll approve fifteen million for you." Huo Dongsheng agreed almost without hesitation, very readily. "If you're buying something good, you can't be stingy. Otherwise, no one will run errands for us in the future."

The tea was ready, and Huo Dongsheng poured a cup for Wu Boxin first. As the steaming tea flowed out, a fragrance of tea followed and spread.

"Generous." Wu Boxin was very satisfied. His cooperation with Old Huo was really smooth. Whether it was asking for people or money, the other party had never said no, and never interfered.

"It's all to improve the association," Huo Dongsheng laughed. "If it weren't for you, Old Wu, our Huaxing Chamber of Commerce wouldn't have developed so quickly."

"Mainly because your support is too good." Wu Boxin also gave a commercial compliment. "Alright, you drink up, I'll return a call."

"Don't rush, there's time to drink tea." Huo Dongsheng looked at Wu Boxin with concern, saying very casually, "Work is important, but people our age need to rest sometimes! If your body breaks down, it's a loss for the association."

Huo Dongsheng interacted with people like this, never rushing, chatting casually, and getting things done.

Wu Boxin stayed inside for about half an hour before leaving with the approval slip.

Huo Dongsheng's quick approval made Wu Boxin comfortable, but within the Chinese Labor Association, some different voices were also heard. Including Wang An and Wang Xiao, they all felt that the money given to Wu Boxin was too much. In the past two months, approvals exceeding ten million had happened four or five times.

But because Wu Boxin was indeed playing a role, these disgruntled voices were gradually suppressed.

...

Dragon City, a warehouse.

The warehouse was in a very remote location, the surroundings were dirty and messy, and there were not many people. In front of the warehouse door, two silver minivans were parked, and a young man next to the vans was squatting on the ground smoking.

Not far away, a black SUV drove over and slowly stopped in front of the warehouse door.

The car door opened, and Yu Mingyuan walked out with a gloomy face.

"President Yu."

The young man saw Yu Mingyuan and immediately stood up, greeting him.

Yu Mingyuan nodded and walked towards the warehouse. The young man ran ahead and opened the warehouse door for Yu Mingyuan.

There were about ten people inside, Zhou Tonghui and Kong Zhenghui among them. Besides the two of them, Qiu-ge (Brother Qiu) was also in the warehouse. He was sitting on a chair, playing cards with his men around a cardboard box. On Qiu-ge's face, there was a scar like a centipede.

Seeing Yu Mingyuan, Qiu-ge immediately threw away the cards in his hand and stood up, greeting Yu Mingyuan, "Hello, President Yu."

"Mm." Yu Mingyuan waved his hand, "Everyone's here, let's have a meeting."

The warehouse door closed again, and everyone hurriedly moved benches and sat around a table in the warehouse.

After Yu Mingyuan sat down, he glanced at everyone and then asked, "Qiu-ge told you everything, right?"

Everyone nodded, and Yu Mingyuan looked at Kong Zhenghui, who was sitting next to him. "Is the plan ready?"

"Everything is ready." Kong Zhenghui nodded expressionlessly.

"Okay." Yu Mingyuan looked at Zhou Tonghui on the other side. "What about you, have you found the manpower?"

"I'm okay too." Zhou Tonghui made an okay gesture. "They're all from District One, our own brothers, reliable in their work, don't worry."

"Good." Yu Mingyuan held up two fingers. "I'll emphasize two points: First, Zhenghui will send the plan to everyone later, and you must strictly follow this plan, and absolutely no mistakes are allowed. Remember, absolutely do not leave our traces, otherwise all previous preparations will be wasted, and the time will be wasted. Second, we've endured for five months, just for this one day, everyone pay attention, one strike to finalize it!"

Everyone nodded, and Yu Mingyuan discussed with everyone for a while. After they had talked about everything, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay, go do it."

He had just stood up when Qiu-ge stopped him.

"President Yu, let me go!" Qiu-ge stared at Yu Mingyuan, volunteering. "No one is more suitable for this job than me."

"You can't, your face is too familiar." Yu Mingyuan directly refused Qiu-ge. "Also, you have personal emotions."

Qiu-ge was silent. Although he was from An's intelligence, the upper-level departments had close ties with Yu Mingyuan's Tongji Association, and the two belonged to the same lineage, so Yu Mingyuan was also considered his leader.

Yu Mingyuan reached out and patted Qiu-ge on the shoulder. "There's something you should do later, don't worry."

Qiu-ge nodded slowly, also agreeing with Yu Mingyuan's statement in his heart.

Everyone walked towards the door, getting into their respective cars. Kong Zhenghui stayed behind and quietly pulled Yu Mingyuan, keeping him behind.

"Mingyuan..." Kong Zhenghui looked complicated and asked, "Have you thought about it? Are you really going to do this? We didn't mess up the situation, and now we're cleaning up the mess...!"

Yu Mingyuan's voice was low. "The situation doesn't belong to one person alone, I've already decided."

"Okay then." Seeing that Yu Mingyuan was determined, Kong Zhenghui didn't say anything more, and also turned around and left the warehouse.

...

A nameless area, an office.

A blond man sat at his desk, slowly saying to a middle-aged man in front of him, "You handle this matter, but be sure to maintain secrecy."