Chapter 421 - Three Birds, One Stone

Even with their real-life experiences and their more than advanced training, Feng Xuan and Wuming faced their inevitable death. There were about fifty other people they were fighting against and they could not win with paintball guns alone.

"I take it that guns are not our strong suits," said Wuming as they entered the room where they were getting ready about an hour ago.

"Blades are much fun, right?" Feng Xuan seconded.

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"Did it help?" Wuming asked, pulling the goggles off his face. "Has your urges finally calm down?"

"A little. But I think I'm just tired." She could feel her inner shirt sticking on her back with sweat. She felt disgusting but also a little renewed as a person. This day under the sun was possibly what she needed at the moment.

"Maybe we need to invite the rest of the family. It might make things more interesting. No teaming ups. We'll play individually."

She smiled at the idea. Based on their own weaknesses and strengths, it would be hard to determine who would be the winner.

Wouldn't it be interesting to know who would emerge victorious?

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Qing Chen was yet in another meeting. He had always dreaded these hours that he spent on a chair, in the dark room with the only light coming from the projector. But today was different. He was actually delighted to be in this very room.

He had to keep his business face on the entire time but on the inside he was already smiling. Here it was, the golden idea. The golden idea where they were going to pour all the mafia money. They could start laundering it almost immediately.

"…And that concludes our presentation," said the person from the front. The lady was rubbing her hands together in nervousness. He could tell that the matching jacket and skirt were not hers as the fit was not exact. Probably borrowed, his mind whispered. She probably did not own her own pair of suits.

Well, this is her lucky day, his mind whispered.

"It's really impressive," said Qing Chen from where he sat. The presentation itself was very informative. He pleaded that he need not to learn about the science of it all but rather he wanted to know how they could generate profit from it and what other business opportunities it could build them.

The presentation had been about melting certain types of plastics that could be easily found in the landfills. Basically, their main material would be garbage. Then they were going to turn it into gold. When they melt the plastic, they would be able to transform it into something more concrete and sturdy, ready for years—probably centuries--worth of use.

This presentation just told him that they could REMODEL PLASTIC. The possibilities would be endless. Maybe they could even make a dent in solving the plastic problem of the world. Other than that, they would be able to sell the new creations. Even if they would sell those in a lower price, Qing Chen would be willing. What they needed was to mass produce.

As far as his mind was thinking, he was hitting three birds with one stone: (1) Spending the money of Enigma, (2) Making a contribution in the effort to reduce plastic, (3) Making a profit out of it.

"Thank you, Mr. Qing," said the lady at the front when the lights were finally on. Her colleagues were all waiting anxiously on one side of U-shaped table. "It is truly an honor just to present this to you." There was a slight sigh in her voice.

Qing Lok was beside Qing Chen and his brother's knowing smile didn't escape his eyes. The lady in the front had a crush on Qing Chen. He knew that he somehow had that effect on women, but he never really paid attention to it before. More so, when he had married Feng Xuan.

He flashed her a friendly smile. "I know that there are still process that need to be taken so we can know the extent of your creation, but I need an amount today. How much will it cost?"

Qing Lok looked at Qing Chen and for the first time in days, his brother smiled at him. It gave him the comfort that they were doing the right thing with this. There were lawyers present and a small piece of paper was passed between The Kingly's team and the inventors' team.

Qing Chen waited and when their lawyer nodded at him—which he had been expecting—he said, "Well, I guess that settles it." He stood up and shook hands with everybody in the room. "I'll wait to hear from you once you have consulted with our own experts. I am looking forward to this creation of yours," he said to the presenter.

Her face was not lined and was smooth. Her lips were chaffed, he realized. Dead skin on her lips were visible in his eyes. It was probably the cheap lipstick. But the smile on them was not something that he could not deny. It looked beautiful and her eyes were sparkling. "We can't wait to change the world with you, Mr. Qing. Thank you."

He nodded at her and took his exit. If he was going to present that creation to the world with her, she needed to look the part. He quickly sent a message to his PR head, Violet, to do her magic on the group of investors and buy them new clothes and make them presentable.

Once he was out of the room, one of his men quickly leaned in and whispered about his wife's whereabouts and who she was with.

He smiled.

It seemed like his wife was having a great day as well.