Mao Qiwu's Invitation

Feng Nairong's group paid up without hesitation. That very afternoon, they convened another board meeting. This time, Wang Yan attended, along with several accountants and senior bank executives. The shares were recalculated on the spot.

As chairman, Wang Yan personally witnessed this capital increase. Other than that, he did nothing else and spouted no pointless nonsense. There was no need for it. The moment the cold muzzle of a pistol had been pressed against Du Yong's head, this unwinnable struggle had already achieved a stage victory. For a victor to show off before the defeated did not suit his status, nor did it fit his principles.

He waited to see what other moves Du Yong and Feng Nairong's group had in reserve. Unfortunately, Feng Nairong and the others did not make trouble at the board meeting. Everyone amicably settled on the next stage of development and agreed to maintain the current situation, stand united against outsiders, deny the Green Gang branches that had sided with Japan any opening to exploit, and make money together happily and steadily.

For some time after that meeting, Wang Yan still did not see their next move. That only meant they were holding back something big. But he did not care. As he had said before, no one wanted to kill him, and even fewer wanted to force him into siding with Japan. As long as those two points held, nothing else mattered.

He had previously shown his anger to Wang Manchun, and word of it had presumably reached Minamida Yoko. Once Minamida Yoko knew, the people from the other consulates and the military would know as well. They reined themselves in considerably and stopped pressing him further. So, in the days that followed, he returned to his old life.

Every few days, he reported