209: Chapter 210 The Trillion-Dollar Iron Wall Alliance Shows Its Strength! The Samsung Director, Walking on Thin Ice in a Secluded Private Room

Time flies like a white horse passing a crevice; three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yonglu had always been known for its tranquility and privacy.

Even outside its main gate, one rarely saw more than a few cars parked at Yonglu.

Yet today, it displayed a rare, suffocating level of clamor and grandeur.

Today was the day Wang Xing, the head of Meituan, had traveled all the way from the Beijing headquarters to personally inspect the Shanghai regional operations and meet with his core allies.

To welcome this fierce general, who had been rampaging across the internet O2O battlefield and was now deeply bound to Jiyuan Technology.

Wu Tianheng and Shen Du, the absolute pillars of the Shanghai business circle, were co-hosting the event.

They did not choose to go to some five-star hotel.

Instead, they domineeringly booked the entire core, most luxurious top-tier banquet hall of Yonglu.

For this private and highly exclusive welcome banquet, Chen Fei, the "Underground Emperor," issued a direct order to clear the venue.

Today, Yonglu would not receive any outside guests.

All reservations made by casual guests a month in advance were forcefully canceled, with generous cash compensation provided.

The security level for the entire club, from the outer underground garage to the inner corridors and passageways, was raised to the maximum.

Dozens of elite security personnel in black suits and headsets guarded every checkpoint like iron towers.

At dusk, a steady stream of top-tier luxury cars began to drive into Yonglu's underground garage.

Maybachs, Rolls-Royce Phantoms, Bentley Mulsannes...

These top-tier vehicles, rarely seen outside, were lined up here in a long queue as if they were worthless.

Those stepping out of the cars were all top-tier bigwigs who could make the entire Shanghai tremble with a single stomp of their feet.

The Eight Giants of Shanghai, led by Wu Tianheng, were all in attendance.

Ever since the heart-stopping Hong Kong Stock Market strangulation battle last year, which raked in 700 billion,

the relationship between Jiyuan Technology, Meituan, and these eight traditional local giants was no longer just a loose commercial alliance.

They had danced on the edge of a cliff with real money and their own lives.

Now, they had long since formed an absolute community of interests, intertwined in blood and heart.

In terms of financial strength, they held hundreds of billions in cash flow just snatched from the jaws of those Wall Street wolves, making them wealthier than some nations.

In terms of influence, Jiyuan Technology's pan-entertainment empire and Meituan's local life network...

...had already permeated the daily lives of hundreds of millions of netizens across the country like capillaries.

What made the outside world even more terrified was the trump card held by Shen Du.

The super semiconductor foundry located in the foothills of Tianmu Mountain in Western Zhejiang.

In this year of 2014, where the real economy and internet technology were crazily intersecting.

This super alliance, holding massive cash flow, mastering core underlying technology, and being internally solid as a rock,

had completely transformed into an indestructible steel fortress.

Looking across the country, no old-money family or conglomerate dared to harbor any thoughts of secretly spying on them anymore.

Looking overseas, those once high-and-mighty, arrogant foreign capital giants...

...had to put away their arrogance and re-evaluate their own chips when facing this behemoth.

This grand banquet today was not only to welcome Wang Xing.

It was also a show of force, a display of muscle by this "Ironclad Alliance" to the outside world, and even to those multinational capitals lurking in the shadows.

And on the periphery of this grand feast, a Korean man, clutching a five-million "stepping stone" and filled with anxiety,

was cautiously stepping into this Shura field that was enough to crush all his psychological defenses.

On the outskirts of this top-tier banquet, which was enough to shake the entire Chinese business world,

Kim Cheon-sik, who had arrived at the Yonglu Tingquan Pavilion half an hour early, was experiencing the most stifling and shocking moment of his career.

"I am sorry, sir. Today, Yonglu has been fully booked by a VIP and is not receiving any outside guests.

This is a 100,000 yuan cash compensation voucher; please return the way you came."

At the entrance of the underground garage on the perimeter of Yonglu, two burly, expressionless security personnel in black...

...like two door gods, mercilessly stopped Kim Cheon-sik and his Korean assistant.

Looking at the 100,000 yuan cash voucher handed over by the other party, which was meant to "dismiss a beggar,"

Kim Cheon-sik's Korean assistant was about to flare up, but was suddenly held back by Kim Cheon-sik.

A thin layer of cold sweat had already seeped onto Kim Cheon-sik's forehead.

He keenly sensed that the security level at Yonglu today was terrifyingly high.

He didn't know how many pairs of sharp eyes were hiding in the shadows around them, staring at them.

If they dared to make even half a sentence of loud noise here, they would definitely be thrown out of the gate by these wolf-like elite security guards.

"It's a misunderstanding. We are not casual guests."

Kim Cheon-sik swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly reached into his pocket.

He carefully took out the special black gold invitation card that Chen Fei had given him beforehand and handed it over with both hands.

The lead security guard took the invitation, checked it briefly over his headset in a low voice,

and then his originally cold gaze softened slightly as he stepped aside to clear a path:

"So you are the guests arranged by Mr. Chen.

Go in. Someone will take you to the designated private room. Please do not walk around the club at will."

"Thank you, thank you."

Kim Cheon-sik wiped his sweat in relief and, with his assistant, followed a waiter into the inner passage of Yonglu as if walking through a minefield.

However, as they gradually penetrated deeper into this top-tier club,

Kim Cheon-sik's heart, which had just relaxed, was once again tightly gripped, and even breathing became increasingly difficult.

On the way to the remote private room, through the carved openwork screens in the corridor, he inevitably caught a glimpse of the scene in the main hall and the perimeter of the main banquet hall.

Just one glance, and Kim Cheon-sik felt his scalp go numb!

Who did he see?

That old man holding a red wine glass and chatting and laughing with others was Wu Tianheng, the Shanghai Merchants giant who held hundreds of billions in physical industries!

That middle-aged man bowing his head to light a cigar was Qin Tiankuo, who had monopolized regional communications!

And those super bigwigs who could only be seen in financial magazines and the Forbes rich list.

At this moment, they were gathering in this luxurious club like carp crossing a river.

Kim Cheon-sik felt his legs going weak.

At Samsung Group, although he was a high-ranking Greater China technical director and usually went out to socialize,

which entrepreneur from those small places didn't bow and scrape to him, treating him like a god?

But if he were thrown into the hall before his eyes right now, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to go over and toast them!

These top-tier giants, who could trigger a tsunami in the Shanghai business circle with a simple stomp of their feet,

were merely allies, or even followers, of Shen Du in this circle called the "Ironclad Alliance"!

Only at this moment did Kim Cheon-sik truly and personally realize the unfathomable, terrifying foundation of that "Mr. Shen."

Compared to this behemoth that held trillions in cash flow, stood behind the entire top Chinese business circle, and mastered core underlying technology,

the arrogance and haughtiness of foreign capital he had displayed at the negotiating table before were simply as ridiculous as a clown.

"Director Kim..."

The assistant behind him was so scared that he couldn't even speak clearly, his voice filled with unconcealable trembling.

"Shut up, keep your head down, and don't look around!"

Kim Cheon-sik lowered his voice and scolded him sternly.

He gripped the handle of his briefcase tightly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

At this moment, he was immensely grateful that he had spent a one-million yuan advance payment to bribe Chen Fei, this "Underground Emperor."

Otherwise, in front of this indestructible steel fortress,

even if Samsung had any amount of sincerity and funds, they absolutely would not be able to find even the slightest gap.

To reach that god-like mastermind behind the scenes!

In awe and trepidation, Kim Cheon-sik was led by the waiter to the end of the corridor and pushed open the door to an unremarkable private room.