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Chapter 88 Shanghai Market, a Bit Chaotic
Chen Yang established the foundation with the aim of legally laundering the money from Wanxiangju.

Unlike the future world, this era lacks computer networks and mobile banking.

It only takes eight seconds to go around the Earth...

They wanted to turn the money from selling supplies into legitimate income, or like Shingo Suzuhara.

Using multiple accounts and depositing small amounts at a time will not arouse suspicion.

But the business of buying and selling goods will definitely grow bigger and bigger, and the turnover will also increase.

At this point, it's obviously impractical to deposit small amounts at a time, and it would be too labor-intensive.

That's the purpose of the foundation.

You can use this money to invest, and once it's all back, it becomes legitimate income.

Shingo Suzuhara and his team weren't professionals, so they couldn't think of such a method right away. Moreover, even if they did, it would be difficult for them to implement it.

First, they don't have professionals like Chen Yang among them. If they just randomly bring in someone, there's a risk of exposure.

Secondly, this method also requires a lot of funds to support it. Suzuhara Shingo and the people behind him have money, but this money is very scattered. If it were gathered together, the amount would be extremely easy for the Special Higher Police to discover.

That's why they haven't been able to find a suitable way to launder their money.

Chen Yang originally planned to use Wanxiangju and the underground banks in the black market to his advantage.

However, once he got his hands on the 500 kilograms of gold, his thoughts immediately changed.

With this capital as start-up, plus the support of transporting supplies to the black market and providing supplies to Suzuhara Shingo and his group.

Chen Yang has enough funds to establish a fund company, which would allow him to legally manipulate large sums of money without being detected.

Even if someone did have suspicions, they wouldn't be able to find any evidence.

Moreover, with so many people involved in these funds, if the people behind Suzuhara Shingo feel threatened, they are fully capable of eliminating these potential threats.

Chen Yang also wanted to get in touch with the forces behind Suzuhara Shingo, but unfortunately, it was too early, and they didn't fully trust him yet.

Chen Yang could only proceed gradually.
Evening, Arc de Triomphe Restaurant in the French Concession.

Chen Yang and Lin Xueli sat at their pre-booked table, silently drinking tea, each with their own thoughts.

Chen Yang was thinking about how to deal with the legal department of that Asia Company later.

Lin Xueli was considering how to find the missing special envoy.

The rain outside had stopped sometime earlier. The revolving door of the restaurant was pushed open, and a tall white figure appeared before the two of them.

It must be said that this foreigner's facial features are indeed very distinctive.

His face is a typical square face with strong, distinct features, as if it had been meticulously sculpted by the most demanding craftsman.

With slightly protruding cheekbones and a clearly defined and strong jawline, the taut lines exude a cold and unapproachable aura.

Although her skin was fair, it wasn't the delicate, porcelain-like white skin typical of East Asians; rather, it was an almost deathly pale color.

The gaze behind a pair of thin gold-rimmed round glasses perched on his straight nose exuded an air of arrogance.

"Taylor, over here." Lin Xueli stood up and waved when he saw the person come in.

“Oh, Mr. Lin, I came as soon as I got your call.” Taylor and Lin Xueli were clearly very familiar with each other.

“Mr. Lin, I hope you’re not lying to me on the phone. You should know that my time is very precious.” As he spoke, Taylor took a small alarm clock out of his pocket, placed it on the dining table, and casually pressed the time on it.

Lin Xueli complained, "Mr. Taylor, this isn't the first time I've dealt with you. Can't you give me some face?"

Taylor laughed exaggeratedly, "You Chinese often say that talking about money hurts feelings, but I think money and feelings should be kept separate."

"Money is money, and feelings are feelings. Alright, let's start the timer for our conversation now. Mr. Lin should be very clear about the fee schedule, right?"

"Do you two have any questions you'd like to ask?"

“Taylor, you’re a member of the Dutch royal family, how can you be so mercenary?” Lin Xueli shook his head and said, “This Mr. Chen Yang is my cousin, he has something he wants to ask you.”

"Just asking questions? Does that mean I'll miss out on a lot of money?" Taylor seemed a little dissatisfied, and sighed, "Never mind, even a small amount is still something. After all, Mr. Lin and I are old friends. Just ask whatever you want."

Chen Yang wasn't annoyed by the other person's money-grubbing expression; instead, he became interested.

"Mr. Taylor, I'd like to know what the procedure is for setting up a foundation."

"The Foundation?" Taylor's expression changed slightly as he looked at Lin Xueli and said, "Mr. Lin, it seems I need to apologize for my previous words. You've found me a great business opportunity."

Shanghai, Green Road, Zhang Mansion.

"Bang!" A beautiful teacup was smashed hard on the ground, and the loud noise immediately startled everyone in the living room.

"Master, what happened?" The butler from the Zhang mansion trotted forward and asked Zhang Xiaolin in a low voice, looking at his ashen face.

"How dare you! How dare you!" Zhang Xiaolin repeated these two sentences.

After a long pause, he laughed in fury, "I've spent my whole life killing and setting fires, committing countless evil deeds, and I never imagined someone would try to extort me!"

"Is it because the Japanese came in that they all think I'm easy to bully just because I'm with the Japanese around?"

"Two hundred thousand silver dollars, I can't believe they dared to ask for it."

“I tolerated Xie Yuankui’s death a few days ago, but this time they actually tried to steal my assets. Do they really think I’m dead?”

"Go and find Tian Darong. I refuse to believe that anyone in the entire Shanghai area would dare to touch Zhang Xiaolin."

The butler was taken aback. Tian Darong, nicknamed Tyrannosaurus.

This man is from Henan Province. He has practiced martial arts since childhood, and his skills are definitely among the top three in the Green Gang.

Legend has it that his iron fists could kill a mad bull.

He was also the most capable fighter among Zhang Xiaolin's eight henchmen, and was highly valued by Zhang Xiaolin.

The housekeeper was unaware of what had happened, but the fact that Tian Darong had been mobilized indicated that the matter was no small thing.

The butler gave a wink to the servant beside him, who wisely ran outside.

At this moment, the maid brought up a new cup of tea. The steward took the tea, waved to the maid, and signaled her to leave.

He handed the tea to Zhang Xiaolin with both hands and asked softly, "Sir, please calm down. No one in the entire Shanghai city can rebel against you."

"What exactly happened that made you so angry?"

Zhang Xiaolin took the tea from the butler, took a sip, and seemed to calm down a bit. He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "Damn it, some guy from who-knows-where smashed up the opium den on Sihang Road and shamelessly demanded 200,000 silver dollars in protection money."

"Otherwise, they'll come and cause trouble every day. They're crazy for money! I started out collecting protection money, and now, someone's actually trying to collect protection money from me..."

(End of this chapter)