Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Yes, that's true.

Zhong Yuemin nodded, then looked at Vice Minister Wang with some doubt.

"What, Uncle Wang, are you interested in this too? You're not thinking of... lending her money, are you?"

"That is the plan."

Vice Minister Wang didn't hide anything and explained in a low voice.

“Meichuan Machinery is a top-tier company, not only in Japan but also globally. Our country’s industrial base is still relatively weak. We simply cannot manufacture many precision and high-end mechanical equipment ourselves and have to rely on imports.”

He sighed:

"But these imported equipment cost a lot of money. Buying them is only the first step. Subsequent maintenance, upkeep, parts replacement, and even technology upgrades all depend on them. If they have a little control over you or hold you back, you'll suffer. Take your beverage company's bottling production line, for example. Isn't that a perfect example?"

"What we're considering is that if we can establish a closer cooperative relationship with the other party, or rather... a certain degree of 'friendship,' perhaps they will be more 'accommodating' in future cooperation, and we can suffer less humiliation."

After listening, Zhong Yuemin frowned slightly and said bluntly:

"Uncle Wang, forgive my bluntness, but the business world is like a battlefield, where strength and the exchange of interests matter. Trying to gain someone's 'goodwill' or 'sympathy' through 'personal connections' is unrealistic and unreliable!"

He paused.

"What's more, the other party is... a shrewd and calculating Japanese. This path is probably not very realistic. It's like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's gone and there's no return. Our factory signed a contract with them in black and white, but in the end, the power is in their hands. Relying on personal connections to get things done is unlikely!"

Seeing that his eyes were darting around as if he were pondering something, Vice Minister Wang asked:

"You little rascal... are you hiding something 'bad' again?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled, made no attempt to hide anything, and said directly:

“Uncle Wang, when I was talking to Miss Meichuan earlier, I proposed a plan: I can lend money, but in a different way—I will invest in Meichuan Machinery and become their shareholder.”

"You little rascal...you sure have quite an appetite!"

Upon hearing this, Vice Minister Wang was genuinely surprised. He had only intended to cultivate a good relationship with the other party to facilitate future cooperation, but this kid was aiming to become the boss of the company in one fell swoop!

"That Miss Meichuan... agreed?"

"not yet,"

Zhong Yuemin shook his head.

"However, she didn't refuse outright. Uncle Wang, let me give you a heads-up: I've arranged for someone in Japan to do some research on this Meichuan Machinery Co., Ltd."

He leaned slightly towards the other person and lowered his voice even further: "The president of Meikawa Machinery, Meikawa Jibu, has two children. One is this vice president, Meikawa Naiyi, and the other is a man named Meikawa Naiku."

"Based on what I understand,"

Zhong Yuemin's eyes flickered.

"The president of Meichuan Road Department is now seriously ill and hospitalized. It is estimated that he does not have much time left. Therefore, his two children have begun to fight for power and profit, and the company has been divided into two factions."

"As for this Miss Meichuan, because her birth mother is Chinese, her identity may be somewhat 'special,' and she probably won't get much support from the veterans within the company. Her situation... may not be very good."

He concluded:

"That's why she's so eager to have a large sum of money. It's probably not just for the company's development, but also to increase her leverage in the upcoming power struggle."

"So that's how it is..."

Vice Minister Wang nodded slowly, his previous doubts finally dispelled. No wonder the vice president of such a large company would take the initiative to come here to "borrow money".

He stared intently at Zhong Yuemin, then couldn't help but laugh:

"Yuemin, everyone says those Japanese devils are cunning, but I think... compared to you, they're still a long way off! Before anything even happened, you've already figured out their secrets perfectly. You're quite the sly one!"

Zhong Yuemin also laughed:

“Uncle Wang, my money didn’t grow on trees. I need to investigate the other party’s background thoroughly, right? I estimate that in a few days, this Miss Meichuan will weigh the pros and cons and agree to my investment terms.”

"Uncle Wang, if you're interested, perhaps you could get a share later."

Vice Minister Wang nodded slightly, not immediately expressing his opinion. He understood the situation, stood up, and patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder:

"Alright, then you... just eat your meal properly. I won't bother you anymore."

Having said that, he picked up his wine glass and walked back to the main table with a composed demeanor.

As soon as the leader left, the crowd, who had just been watching from afar, immediately seemed to receive some kind of signal, and a long line of people came to toast and chat with Zhong Yuemin.

Everyone's face was plastered with almost obsequious smiles, addressing him as "General Manager Zhong" or "Boss Zhong" with the utmost respect. Their attitude of switching between arrogance and obsequiousness in an instant was truly nauseating.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuemin knew that he couldn't have a peaceful meal, so he simply took his wife Zhou Xiaobai's hand, gestured to Zheng Tong, Luo Jianguo and others at the table, and got up to leave first.

Zheng Tong and the others were not in the mood to stay any longer, and they also got up and left their seats.

At the main table, Li Yuanchao's face was so dark it could drip water. It was a perfectly good gathering, an occasion for him to shine and consolidate his position, but instead, this happened at the end!

He's now kicking himself for it; he really overdid it by inviting that Vice Minister Wang over!

Isn't this like lifting a rock only to drop it on your own foot?!

Outside the hotel, a cool night breeze dissipated the noise and superficial heat from the banquet hall.

Zheng Tong couldn't help but curl his lip, his face full of disdain:

"Yuemin, today I truly understand what 'opportunism' means. Look at these people, what were their faces like just now, and what is their attitude now? Tsk tsk, their smiles are more fake than crying."

Luo Jianguo, standing to the side, also laughed gleefully:

"Absolutely! The funniest thing was Li Yuanchao's face...tsk tsk, it was almost as black as Bao Gong's! I think he tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, serves him right!"

Zhong Yuemin just smiled and didn't comment much, only saying, "Alright, we've eaten and seen the excitement, everyone can go home now."

He looked at his old buddies and asked, "How are you all getting there? You've all been drinking. How about... you ride in my car? I'll give you a ride for a bit?"

Zheng Tong and the others waved their hands: "Forget it, we won't disturb your lovey-dovey moments. We'll just take a taxi back together."

The group chatted and laughed as they walked towards the side of the street.