Indulge in Life in America

　　 At noon, the sun was shining brightly. Seoul in early June had already shown the potential of the stove. Yang Cheng, who was originally wearing a suit jacket, had changed to short sleeves when he arrived at the restaurant and got off the bus.

Just sent Hannah to work, and then returned to the Xinshadong restaurant. There was a delay on the way, a few minutes later than the scheduled time, but Yang Cheng was not in a hurry, and entered the restaurant leisurely. Enjoyed meeting fish on the wooden bridge.

　　 It wasn't until Park Donghai and others were impatient that he came out of the private room and walked a few steps forward pretending to be apologetic, "Sorry, sorry, it's late. The traffic in Seoul is similar to the Shanghai stock market, it's too congested."

　　 Goodbye to Pu Donghai, the whole person's temperament seems a lot more confident, his neck is straight, his eyes are straight forward, unlike when he first met, he slightly lowered his head and looked at the ground. The aura of shame was strong.

"It's quite congested, please go inside, the food is ready." Of course, Pu Donghai could see that Yang Cheng was deliberate. He wanted to wear out his patience at the beginning so that he could take the initiative in the negotiation. How could Yang Cheng's purpose be fooled? Follow Yang Cheng's words casually.

　　 Yang Cheng didn't feel discouraged when he saw that the other party hadn't taken the bait. These are all small tricks. Success is naturally good, and there is no loss if it fails.

　　Leaving Hansen on guard outside the door, Yang Cheng followed Pu Donghai into the room. Compared with the last time the 6 people were sitting at the two ends of the long table, this time there were only Yang Cheng and Park Donghai, and the room became empty.

　　The dishes are no different from last time. After all, the so-called Korean Dingshi is just a lesson from the Manchu Banquet in Country Z. (There is no evidence, Xiaopang himself thinks so)

　　 The two sat facing each other, Yang Cheng picked up the chopsticks, took a bit of food, and suddenly laughed, "Is President Park okay?"

　　 Pu Donghai didn't move his eyelids, "It's still the same, nothing has changed."

　　 Yang Cheng was a little disappointed in her heart. If Park Tae-young's situation improves, it will undoubtedly be beneficial to him, but it is a pity that his wishful thinking hasn't started.

　　Since guerrilla warfare is not easy to use, only the two sides have to stand up and face to face confrontation.

　　 "Is it time for Brother Park to fulfill the promise?" Yang Cheng put down his chopsticks and said coldly.

　　 Hearing the words, Park Donghai’s hand picking up vegetables was a meal.

　　 "What promise?" Pu Donghai pretended to be ignorant, bewildered.

　　 But Yang Cheng swears to Deng that the drama under his eyes is definitely not an illusion.

　　 But Dao is one foot high and the devil is one foot high. Yang Cheng, the reincarnated demon, would easily fail. He sneered and took out his mobile phone and scratched it on the screen. After a while, Pu Donghai's voice came from the mobile phone.

　　 "Mr. Yang, I must go home before my uncle wakes up at 7 o'clock. I have something to say straight. This time I want to work with Mr. Yang."

　　 Yang Cheng's voice followed, "Cooperation? Did you agree to sell the land to me?"

　　 "No, it's not this cooperation, but cooperation with me?"

　　 "Cooperate with you? I seem to have nothing to cooperate with you, right?"

　　 "Of course, you and I have the same purpose. You are interested in Tairong Real Estate, and I need to destroy Tairong Real Estate. This is the basis of cooperation."

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　　 When the recording is played here, there is no need to continue playing it. He knows what Park Donghai said later.

　　 Yang Cheng felt like she had been sweating heavily, and she drank the ice-filled Sprite. Her heart was so cool that she couldn't be cooler looking at the gloomy face of the dead person who was about to drip.

"Or I said that you are still young, and you said that if there are enthusiastic people reporting to the police station or the media and you make this recording public, what will you end up doing?" Yang Cheng unceremoniously continued to sprinkle salt on the wound. The stimulation road.

　　 At that time, I didn’t have a good impression of Park Donghai. What good fart could I ask Yang Cheng out in private? Yang Cheng's recording was just in case, but the hand she left didn't expect to really play a role.

　　 "Recording exposure is not good for you either..." Park Donghai would naturally not give up easily.

　　 In Yang Cheng's view, Pu Donghai is already the meat on the chopping board.

　　 "Why is that bad for me?" Seeing that the other party was still struggling, Yang Cheng became playful and asked jokingly.

"The recording is exposed, you are bound to be implicated. When the police come to talk to you, I am conspiring with you when I bite to death. You can't escape the relationship." Where is the initial calmness of Park Donghai now, his upper body leaned forward, double He propped his arms on the table and screamed at Yang Cheng with a grim look.

　　 Yang Cheng stood still like Mount Tai, holding up a teacup, sips, and calmly waited for Park Donghai to finish roaring, then said quietly, "Then you admit that President Park is your hand?"

　　 Pu Donghai opened his mouth wide, unable to make a sound, widened his eyes hard, looked at Yang Cheng dumbfounded, and then frustrated for a while, "So what?"

"It's not very good. I'll just confirm it. Okay, don't imagine it. I was on Jeju Island when President Park’s accident. I have sufficient evidence. Besides, don’t forget that I am an American. I don’t have any threats, and the big deal is that I won’t come to Korea in the future, so what can you do if you kill me? You have no evidence, no one will believe your side words." Yang Cheng’s words are like a sharp knife, thrusting into Pu Donghai’s heart. .

　　 Putting away the smile on his face, looking directly at Park Donghai’s eyes full of fear, he gave an ultimatum, "Give me a good remark, can your promise be fulfilled?"

Seeing Pu Donghai lying there like mud, Yang Cheng couldn't help but frown, thought about it, and continued to tempt him, "Actually, you should think so. Those pieces of land are not originally owned by Tairong Real Estate. Even if you sell it to me, it will be bad for the company. It won't have a direct impact, and it's not that I don't pay.

　　20 million US dollars. After you get it, you can increase the capital and shares of Tairong Real Estate, and make the company completely for you. It is better than your current name, right? By then, even if President Park wakes up, he is already unable to recover.

　　 I have pointed out the way for you. Whether you walk or not depends on whether you have this courage. I don’t understand why you are hesitant. "

　　 Yang Cheng is a typical stealing exchange concept. Is it the same for Park Donghai to keep the few plots of land for his own development and sell the money he earns and sell Yang Cheng for only 20 million US dollars?

　　 However, Pu Donghai at this time has already lost the ability to think about himself. To him, Yang Cheng's words are tantamount to an isolated island on the vast sea, an oasis in the desert.

It’s like walking alone in a maze, dashing left and right, but you can’t find a way out. He is about to starve to death in it. Suddenly someone shows up and gives him bread and water, and then tells him that he can take him out. For property, no one would hesitate to nod in agreement.

"Okay, I agree." Park Donghai finally nodded. In fact, if Park Tae Young is here, he will never be easily tied by Yang Cheng, and he will not easily accept Yang Cheng's threats. Park Tae Young will definitely bet on Yang. Orange dare not expose the recording, because the children of the big family value fame the most. You can make money without money, and fame is gone, but you can hardly restore it with decades of hard work.

　　 It's a pity that there is no if, cause and effect gains and losses, everything has its own determinism, Yang Cheng is now in danger of taking advantage of others because of his own uncle.

　　 "Hansen, is Liu Jianjun here?" Yang Cheng gave Pu Donghai a relieved look and shouted outside the door.

　　 "Young Master Yang, I'm here, I'm not late, am I?" As soon as the voice fell, Liu Jianjun pushed the door in, still holding his portfolio.

　　 Yang Cheng smiled and waved his hand, "No, just right, is the contract ready?"

　　On the way here, Yang Cheng called Liu Jianjun and asked him to prepare the contract. It would be better for Pu Donghai to go back to calm down and regret it, but still write down.

　　 Yang Cheng has set up contract barriers for Park Donghai, minimizing the possibility of the other party tearing up the contract. He is not afraid of turning back. As long as Park Donghai dared to turn back, Yang Cheng can tell him that he has no pants left.

"Come on, just sign at the end. Yes, I forgot to say that. Tai Rong's 21% shares of Lotte Foods Country Z will be transferred to me at the same time. The price will be based on the market price. Don't worry." Yang Cheng will not take advantage of Pu Donghai in this regard, because these are places where it is easy to leave words, he must be cautious.

　　 Park Donghai’s brain was almost as if it was filled with lead, and it almost stalled without thinking about it. Anyway, the shares were of no use to Tae Young. They were sold when they were sold. In exchange for cash, they could also reduce debt.

　　 Liu Jianjun walked to Park Donghai, UU reading www.uukanshu.com pointed out a few key terms, let Park Donghai see clearly, after confirming that there was no problem, he signed his name at the end of the contract and pressed his fingerprint.

　　 "Haha, Brother Park, happy cooperation." Yang Cheng raised his head and laughed. This was the most joyful thing he had done since his rebirth, and the depression in his heart also disappeared a lot.

Park Donghai shook hands with Yang Cheng expressionlessly and turned around and left. He didn’t have an appetite to eat. He went back and quickly figured out a way to get those pieces of land and transfer it to Yang Cheng. There was a time limit in the contract, and one day was breached. It's all money.

Yang Cheng didn’t bother to care about Pu Donghai’s mood. Being happy was more important than anything else. He called Hansen in and waved his hand, "Call Andrew back. There is no need for Pu Donghai to keep watching. Recently, you guys It’s been hard work. When this contract starts to produce profits, your bonus red envelopes will definitely be indispensable."

　　 "Thank you boss." Liu Jianjun and Hansen smiled at each other, and thanked Yang Cheng in unison. There is nothing better than money as a reward.

Let the two sit down and have a meal together. During the period, Yang Cheng told Liu Jianjun, "Old Liu, you have to work hard, hurry up to handle the lotte food share transfer, and then find a way to leak this news to the lotte side and save them. I don't know what to worry about."

　　 "Okay, Shao Yang, I will keep an eye on that Park Donghai."

　　 I was concerned about the formation of the new company again, and learned that the progress was fairly smooth, so I waited for the megabox cinema to get it, and started formal acquisition negotiations with N.E.W.

The good news in succession made Yang Cheng's appetite enthusiastic. After eating a few more bowls of rice, she was going to go shopping with Hannah in the afternoon. The clothes she bought at the Waldorf Astoria Shanghai were enough, and they were all long-sleeved clothes. , It’s a bit hot to wear now.