But Bai Yulan's analysis had been correct.
Jing Zhengwei had started out with the intention of playing the mantis stalking the cicada.
He neither refused nor took the initiative, and he never admitted anything. Jing Zhengwei wanted to seize all the benefits while maintaining a spotless reputation. He was, in every sense, an old-school capitalist. He was like a group leader who had not done his homework, waiting for his deskmate to finish copying before reporting him to the teacher, then taking the deskmate's notebook for himself.
From the beginning, when Jing Zhengwei realized that Bai Yulan was colluding with the fleet, he had already sentenced Bai Yulan to death and never intended to let him live. But as the saying went, make the best use of everything; if you could hold it in, why take a dump? Since this pig, Bai Yulan, would be killed sooner or later, why not fatten him up before slaughtering him?
Jing Zhengwei's original plan had been to wipe them all out after Bai Yulan and the others conducted two more trades. His judgment of Bai Yulan's group had been very accurate—as soon as they were ready to enjoy wealth and honor and retire from the business, Jing Zhengwei would take away their golden basin and send them to turn themselves in.
That was the boss's heartfelt care for his employees.
Of course, he would never openly use "slave trading" as the reason. After all, it was not illegal, and several merchant associations were making their fortunes from it. Jing Zhengwei planned to hand them over to the Silver Blood Society under the charge of "colluding to defraud capitalists." As for what the Silver Blood Society did with them, that had nothing to do with Jing Zhengwei, the pure and upright law-abiding entrepreneur.
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