Teng Gang, the leader of the Wu League, was sitting on a large leather chair, playing with an antique chicken cup worth tens of millions in his hand.
This is a meeting gift given to him by a new company in Jincheng. The purpose is to gain a firm foothold in Jincheng and be protected by the Jincheng Martial Alliance.
Next to him stood Sima Biao, the military advisor of the Wu League.
"Mr. Sima, do you know all the newly established companies in Jincheng this time?" Teng Gang looked at the chicken cup and stepped on the stool next to him with one leg in a very domineering posture.
Sima Biao smiled and said: "To report to the alliance leader, I went to the Industrial and Commercial Administration to check. Thirty new companies have been established in Jincheng this week."
"Twenty-eight of the companies have paid protection fees. One company has not opened for business because of an accident. There is another company that has just completed the procedures and has not seen anyone yet."
Teng Gang's eyes flashed, "What are the names of these two companies?"
Sima Biao said: "One is called Tianxiang Industrial Group, and the other is called Changge Group."
"Changge Group seems to have moved here from Hangzhou, and I heard it is very powerful. Several big companies in Hangzhou have been annexed by it."
"I asked around, and Changge Group is now ranked among the top ten in the entire Jiang Province."
When Teng Gang heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"It seems that Changge Group is a piece of fat. You should pay close attention. As long as someone from their company comes, I will tear off a piece of fat from them."
"This kind of powerful group company can't even think of dealing with us unless it spends several hundred million."
Sima Biao smiled playfully: "That's necessary. If they don't obey, they won't be able to stay in Jincheng."
Just as the two were talking, a figure broke in.
I saw that the person who broke in had both arms wrapped in thick gauze and plaster, and his body exuded a gloomy aura.
"Xiao Fei?" Teng Gang and Sima Biao were startled when they saw the person coming.
The visitor was none other than Teng Gang's son, Teng Fei.
"What's wrong with your arm?" Teng Gang's eyes flashed and he asked in a deep voice.
Teng Fei looked at Teng Gang and sneered: "Dad, if I told you that both of my arms were broken by others, would you believe it?"
"What?"
Teng Gang stood up in a flash, two flashes of anger rising in his eyes.
"Is there such a thing?"
"There are still people in Jincheng who dare to do something to my son? Are you tired of living?"
Teng Gang really couldn't understand that he was the controller of Jincheng's underground world. Not to mention ordinary people, even the top aristocratic families in Jincheng had to give him enough face.
As his own son, Teng Fei sometimes didn't even dare to offend the children of those aristocratic families.
And now, he had both of his arms broken!
"Xiao Fei, tell Uncle Sima who hurt you. Uncle will help you vent your anger." Sima Biao asked from the side.
Teng Fei gritted his teeth and said, "It's a man named Su Changfeng."
"Su Changfeng?"
This name was unfamiliar to both Sima Biao and Teng Gang.
Teng Fei gritted his teeth and said: "This man is from Hangzhou. He is the nephew and son-in-law of Lin Yaoxian of Jincheng Lin Group, and he is also the president of Changge Group."
"Changge Group?"
Upon hearing these four words, Teng Gang's eyes flashed.
"What a coincidence, we were talking about this group just now."
