Fu Yiruo's acquisition of Jinshan Company in Hong Kong Island went somewhat more smoothly than expected, because Pei Wencong had vouched for her.
Pei Wencong's standing in Hong Kong Island might not have been soaring to the heavens, but it had been rising steadily by the day. More importantly, everyone recognized his credibility and character.
Because his money had come "too easily," he was not like those old-established tycoons, forever pinching pennies or smiling with daggers hidden behind their teeth as they schemed against one another.
Li Ye's old mother, Fu Guiru, had once said that if Pei Wencong had not endured so many hard years in his youth, a nouveau riche like him would not have been able to hold on to his assets. Sooner or later, someone would have swindled the pants right off him.
But no matter what, in Hong Kong Island, Pei Wencong was synonymous with a "generous handsome lad." If Zhang Moulong sold the company to him, at least he would not have to worry about being swallowed alive, bones and all.
Before the company was acquired, Zhang Moulong had also, just as in the original course of events, prepared to give Qiu Bojun an explanation.
"Mr. Qiu, although my company has been sold, our original agreement still stands. I'll pay to establish a company for you in Peng City and give you half the shares."
It had to be said that Zhang Moulong's proposal was tremendously tempting to any programmer, but to his surprise, Qiu Bojun refused.
"Mr. Zhang, I am willing to remain at Jinshan Company in Hong Kong Island and continue fulfilling our agreement."
"This..."
Zhang Moulong was greatly surprised. After a long while, he asked, "Are you sure?"
Qiu Bojun said firmly, "I am."
Pei Wencong's relationship with Li Ye was