Chapter 323

C323 – Let’s Just Barely Keep It

Upon hearing the demand, Su Ming’s thoughts raced: “What? Are you trying to shake me down? Five thousand? Do you think you’ll strike it rich off me?”

Before he could respond, the screech of tires pierced the air.

A car came to a smooth halt at the curb.

A middle-aged man in a suit emerged, clutching a document and beaming.

He had barely taken a few steps when another car rolled up.

Then a third! And a fourth!

Each time a car stopped, someone stepped out, documents in hand, smiling broadly as they made a beeline for Su Ming.

Su Ming was taken aback.

Who were these people?

What did they want?

“Director Zhao.”

“Isn’t that Director Qian?”

“Boss Sun, it’s been a while.”

“Boss Lee, let’s put the past behind us.”

“Mr. Zhou, I’m thinking of increasing the price for our joint project.”

“Good morning, Boss Wu!”

“Mr. Zheng, your products are of excellent quality.”

“Boss Wang...”

The entrance became a parking lot as more cars arrived.

In no time, there were nearly dozens.

The newcomers stepped out and exchanged pleasantries with acquaintances.

Something seemed off to Su Ming.

Their names were Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, and Wang?

Were they assembling a veritable list of common surnames?

Hold on, these faces... they seemed oddly familiar.

He was sure he had seen them somewhere.

Su Ming wasn’t the only one dumbfounded; the fish vendor was equally perplexed.

What was happening?

Should they call for backup?

Were they gearing up for a brawl?

The fish vendor wondered if he and his 500 fish could take on this crowd.

He had no clue!

“This kid’s got some nerve, summoning help so swiftly,” the vendor mused to himself.

He’d never seen a group arrive in cars for a fight, and not just any cars—luxury ones at that.

The cheapest among them would set you back a cool 700,000 to 800,000 yuan.

Could people this wealthy really be looking to throw down?

Unthinkable!

As the vendor wrestled with his confusion, a recognizable face caught his eye.

Wasn’t that Director Fong, the head honcho of Eastsea City’s biggest seafood company?

What brought him here?

“Director Fong, can we talk...”

As Ma Guangcai turned to follow Director Fong, he stopped dead in his tracks.

When had all these people arrived?

A crowd had gathered around Su Ming.

The individual at the forefront raised his arm and bellowed.

Then, in unison, the rest followed.

“Good morning, Chairman!”

Their voices thundered through the air.

Ma Guangcai was dumbfounded.

What?

Who are these people?

He didn’t recognize all of the 100 individuals, but he could identify a few.

Among them were executives of major corporations.

The rest, though unfamiliar, were dressed impressively, likely holding significant positions.

All these affluent, impeccably dressed executives were addressing a young man in plain clothes, his limbs smeared with dirt, as their chairman?

Could someone please explain what was happening?!

Even Director Fong was bowing respectfully.

At a perfect 90-degree angle!

Many onlookers merely gave a cursory glance.

They remained unfazed.

They continued on to work or home as if nothing was amiss.

Their nonchalance stemmed from familiarity; this was trivial to them.

The young man living here was a person of considerable influence.

Not long ago, the streets were closed off, and layers of police protection were provided for Su Ming.

Compared to that, this situation was minor.

“Oh, it’s you,” Su Ming acknowledged them.

They were the bosses of the 100 companies acquired on his behalf by the System.

“Chairman, here’s the situation. We’ve formed a private group,” the middle-aged leader explained, approaching Su Ming with a smile. “We’re grateful for the trust you’ve placed in us, leaving the company in our hands. You are, and always will be, our chairman. To put your mind at ease, we decided to visit you today and present our company’s financial statements for your review...”

It all made sense now.

Su Ming had an epiphany.

He hadn’t anticipated that these bosses would be so understanding.

But truthfully, Su Ming wasn’t fond of running a company.

And he liked dealing with finances even less.

After all, he wasn’t short on cash.

His bank account boasted over ten billion.

There really wasn’t much he needed to spend money on.

Frankly, if the System hadn’t acquired their company, he wouldn’t have wanted it at all.

Such a hassle.

But he might as well keep the company.

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