#198 - Chapter 198 They are the law! Calls from major chaebols, unknown plans!
The fatty was on the verge of going crazy.
Knowing that the other party went to call for reinforcements, why didn't Brother Hao leave?
Is he stubborn?
If Brother Hao didn't leave, he couldn't leave either.
"Brother Hao..."
Suddenly!
Three cars stopped not far away, and as the doors opened, a large group of people rushed out.
"Run!" The fatty was extremely anxious.
"Running away even when facing such trash, are you still going to Chile?"
Chen Hao curled his lips.
For him, this was an opportunity.
Firstly, letting the fatty experience so-called danger was a baptism for his state of mind.
Secondly.
Letting the fatty witness firsthand how powerful the bodyguard prepared for him was.
He would be more confident about the trip to Chile.
"Brother Xiang is just one person, no matter how awesome he is, he can't possibly..." The fatty's forehead was covered in sweat.
"Just watch," Chen Hao said with a light smile.
Not far away.
Brother Long had become Little Long.
"Just these few?"
The bald man glanced at Brother Long: "Little Long, you're really useless, needing me to come out for such a small matter!"
"No... Brother Biao! That guy is very powerful!" Little Long pointed at Xiang Yan from afar.
"How powerful?" Brother Biao didn't believe it.
"A few of us can't beat him alone!"
"Oh?"
Brother Biao narrowed his eyes.
He reached out and pulled out a butterfly knife from his waist: "Listen up—cripple him!"
With a whoosh.
Nearly twenty people got out of the car, each taking out various weapons, and pounced towards Xiang Yan.
Very good at fighting?
The tranquility of the deep night was instantly shattered.
Brother Biao fell headfirst.
Conspicuously!
A bloody hole appeared on his thigh.
Swish, swish, swish!
Figures rushed out from the darkness, seven or eight people forming a circle.
The dark muzzles of the guns pointed at the twenty or so people.
"Kneel down."
The man wearing a hood had a voice as cold as ice: "Or, die."
Thump!
Amidst Brother Biao's miserable howls, a group of thugs knelt all over the ground, some even peeing in fright.
Guns!
Those were guns!
Not to mention they were just thugs.
Even those large gangs didn't have so many guns, right?
Who did they provoke?
"Let's go," Chen Hao walked towards the distance.
The fatty followed dumbfounded.
Also following was the only man among the seven or eight who had spoken.
Walking into an alley, the man took off his hood: "Mr. Chen."
"Go to Chile."
Chen Hao said slowly, word by word: "Your only task is to protect and assist Sun Yue."
"Yes!"
"You cannot go through normal channels, otherwise you won't be able to bring the things over."
"Yes!"
Zhao Long accepted the order.
From the moment he used an alias and his file was sealed, he only needed to obey one person.
Chen Hao's words were the only command.
Beyond doubt!
"That's it then."
Patting the fatty's shoulder, Chen Hao smiled lightly: "I won't see you off when you leave."
The fatty was stunned.
Guns!
How could Brother Hao have a group of gunmen under him?
Crazy, right?!
"Brother Hao, is this... not illegal? Will we be shot?" The fatty trembled with fear.
"They are the law."
Chen Hao, who had walked a distance away, waved his hand without turning around.
The fatty was speechless.
At this moment, he discovered that his understanding of Brother Hao was only the tip of the iceberg!
"This big brother, really... not illegal?" The fatty stared blankly at Zhao Long.
"Not illegal."
"Brother Hao..."
The fatty was terrified: "Isn't he a businessman?"
Zhao Long's eyes suddenly turned sharp: "Mr. Sun better not inquire, and don't mention it to anyone, this is top secret!"
Top secret?!
Hearing these two words, the fatty's heart instantly clenched.
Who exactly is Brother Hao?
A mathematical genius who solved the ten major conjectures?
A group boss with hundreds of billions of assets?
No!
There is also another identity!
Moreover, this more deeply hidden identity is something he cannot touch—top secret!
The fatty dared not ask any more questions.
...
Early morning.
After Chen Hao got up and washed, he glanced at the clock on the wall and hurried out.
A quarter of an hour later.
He stood by the school gate, carrying two Dongtaixiang breakfasts.
The breakfast was bought by Xiang Yan.
After a while.
He saw Xia Qingmo walking over from afar.
Ding Xiang followed behind, keeping a distance of about two meters.
"Qingmo!"
Chen Hao greeted her with the breakfast: "Eat it quickly, don't let it get cold."
Xia Qingmo was stunned, her cheeks instantly flushed red.
Many people were watching, okay?
Embarrassed!
But she didn't refuse.
After taking the breakfast, she looked at the boy in front of her and secretly took out a thermos lunch box from her handbag: "For you..."
The love in her heart was never a one-sided effort.
Just like.
She got up before dawn.
Following what Zhang Yi taught, she made sweet fermented rice with dumplings, and specially brought it to her boyfriend.
"I don't know if it's delicious..." Her voice was very soft.
"It must be delicious!"
Chen Hao took the thermos lunch box, a strong smile on his face.
It was love!
"Are you going to the School of Pharmacy today?" she asked softly.
"I can't go today, I have something to do."
"Okay!"
She smiled sweetly: "Cooking together tonight?"
"Okay!"
"I'll wait for you."
The young couple separated at the school gate.
Scattering countless dog food.
...
Chen Hao walked to a street corner where no one was paying attention.
He looked left and right to make sure no one was paying attention before getting into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
"Here."
He stuffed the Dongtaixiang breakfast to the driver, carefully opened the thermos lunch box: "Eat it before driving, don't spill it."
"Thank you, Chairman Chen!" The driver chuckled.
Dongtaixiang's breakfast was delicious.
But for Chen Hao, his wife's sweet fermented rice with dumplings was the most delicious.
After finishing breakfast.
The Mercedes-Benz finally started slowly.
Chen Hao turned on his phone, which had been off for a day.
Less than five minutes after starting the phone, a call came in.
"Mr. Wilson?"
He pretended to be apologetic: "I'm really sorry, my phone got water damage and I took it to be repaired... You want to buy it privately? I can't agree!"
"If I sell it to you, I will offend many people at the same time, wouldn't that be harming me?"
"But... let's meet!"
"Half an hour later, the address is..."
On the other end of the phone.
Wilson was a little confused.
The other party refused very simply, obviously with no room for negotiation.
In fact, he was only trying his luck to get the other party to sell privately, knowing that the hope was not great.
No one is a fool.
If he had this idea, wouldn't the other parties have it too?
The problem is!
Chen Hao refused him without hesitation, but took the initiative to propose a meeting.
What is the point of meeting?
Conversely, if the meeting is meaningless, why would Chen Hao make an appointment?
What he didn't know was that not long after he finished talking to him, Chen Hao received more calls from different financial groups.
"Mr. Dahl, how about meeting at 9:30?"
"Miss Angel, let's meet at 10:30 in the morning, is that okay?"
Chen Hao kept answering calls.
Constantly making appointments.
Each appointment was one hour apart.
It is worth mentioning that he also directly rejected a part of the calls without offering a meeting.
For example.
The Morgan Consortium.
The Rockefeller Consortium.
The Abu Dhabi Family.
All those he flatly refused and did not make a private appointment with were the most powerful parties.
