On the sofa in the hotel lobby, Wang Yan sat with one leg crossed over the other, smiling as he spoke on the phone.
"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you, Chairman Chen. Get it done quickly—delays breed complications."
"At the latest, the hotel's paperwork will be transferred within an hour. Then Mr. Wang will have a foothold here in Three Border Slope."
"No matter how many holdings I have, I'm still alone. Chairman Chen, you'd better be careful."
"My blessings are sincere. Mr. Wang has misunderstood me too deeply."
Wang Yan laughed. "Stop hiding outside. Three Border Slope is your comfort zone. Only in Daqulin can you be your local emperor. There's nothing interesting outside."
"Since I'm already out here, it's good to walk around and have a look."
Chen Hao had already calmed down, but he had no plans to return anytime soon. He felt unsafe.
"Alright, get to work. We can have tea again when there's a chance."
"I'd be delighted."
Wang Yan hung up with a cheerful smile.
Chen Hao was alive entirely because he had run fast—more importantly, he had run before launching his attack on Wang Yan. After weighing it all up, Wang Yan decided that Chen Hao was more useful alive than dead. Chasing him down to kill him would be troublesome, and the old bastard had already been scared out of his wits. Under these circumstances, letting him live was the choice that maximized benefits.
After all, Chen Hao had been the biggest investor in Wang's venture. And this time, taking over Xinhao Hotel would require Chen Hao's help as well.
Chen Hao had connections in the federal government. The federal government truly couldn't control Three Border Slope, but they could still collect taxes. You couldn't just do business because you wanted