212: Chapter 213 The Five Million Dollar Check Returned in Person! The Iron-Blooded Integrity of the Black Gloves' Top Subordinate

Hearing Shen Du's "summons," which sounded like thunder from the ninth heaven and bypassed him entirely to issue orders to the highest helmsman of the Korean conglomerate, Kim Cheon-sik didn't feel any anger at being humiliated. Instead, he felt it was only natural!

In fact, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into his chest, leaving only a thrill of extreme ecstasy.

Since Shen Du had made the demand for Chairman Lee to come and talk in person, it was equivalent to tacitly accepting the massive "tribute" of Samsung Group's "backstabbing Western capital to seek a bottom-layer technology alliance"!

"Yes! I will convey every word of Mr. Shen's to the Korean headquarters without omission!"

Kim Cheon-sik stood up abruptly and bowed ninety degrees to Shen Du with extreme solemnity and fanaticism:

"To tell you the truth, Chairman Lee has long been looking forward to having a true dialogue of the century with you. It's just that before this, we lacked a suitable opportunity and dared not rashly disturb your plans."

Watching Kim Cheon-sik's pilgrimage-like posture, a hidden glimmer flashed in Shen Du's deep eyes.

He knew better than anyone that in the meat grinder of semiconductors, which was tightly blockaded by Western powers, if Jiyuan Technology fought alone, it would inevitably pay a tragic price to carve out a bloody path.

But if he could take this opportunity to tear Samsung Group—which controlled the vast semiconductor industry chain in the Asia-Pacific region and mature overseas channels—away from the Wall Street camp and pull it onto his own war chariot...

Then Jiyuan Technology's steps toward the globe would be equipped with a pair of invincible steel wings!

Shen Du didn't waste another word.

He decisively pulled a black and gold Montblanc fountain pen from his suit's inner pocket, tore off a piece of high-end memo paper from the table, and wrote down a string of numbers with fluid strokes.

"This is the direct line for my personal assistant, Hong Yun."

Shen Du casually pushed the memo paper to the edge of the coffee table, his tone returning to that calm, unruffled state:

"When your Chairman Lee's private jet lands in Shanghai, call this number directly. I will have Hong Yun arrange the subsequent matters."

"Thank you, Mr. Shen! Thank you!"

Kim Cheon-sik lifted the thin piece of memo paper with trembling hands, as if he were holding a golden ticket to a new era, and carefully tucked it into his inner suit pocket.

With the business concluded, the five-minute "countdown to death" had completely lost its meaning.

Shen Du slowly stood up and buttoned his custom-made suit.

The moment he rose, the suffocating, terrifying pressure in the private room receded like a tide.

He walked to the door of the room and naturally twisted open the heavy, soundproof door.

Chen Fei, who had been guarding the corridor like a door god, heard the movement and immediately came up with a beaming face, bowing slightly: "Brother Shen, are you finished?"

"Yes."

Shen Du nodded slightly.

His aura had instantly switched from that of a capital tyrant who could flip his hands to create clouds and rain to that of a suave, top-tier host of the vanity fair.

He glanced at Kim Cheon-sik, who was still maintaining a respectful posture behind him, and turned to instruct Chen Fei:

"Chen Fei, guests who have come from afar should be treated well. Although they cannot enter the inner venue for the welcome banquet today due to their status as foreign capital, since they have arrived at Yonglu, we cannot abandon our Chinese hospitality."

Shen Du issued the order naturally, providing a perfect step down for this meeting:

"Arrange a sumptuous lunch for Mr. Kim and his group at the highest VIP level. You don't need to serve in the front hall today; stay here and accompany them for a few drinks on my behalf."

Hearing this arrangement from Shen Du, which was almost "usurping the host's role" but completely flawless, Chen Fei immediately understood.

"Brother Shen, you can rest assured!"

Chen Fei immediately straightened his back and loudly echoed, playing along:

"Since they are on my turf, I guarantee Mr. Kim will experience the top-tier hospitality of our Shanghai. I definitely won't let our distinguished guests leave hungry!"

"Click."

As the heavy, soundproof door of the private room was closed from the outside by Shen Du, the tangible pressure in the room finally dissipated.

"Phew—"

Kim Cheon-sik seemed drained of the last bit of strength in his body.

He slumped heavily onto the leather sofa, gasping for air.

He raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat that had long since drenched his forehead and neck with his slightly trembling cuffs.

His eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster and the ecstasy of having his wish fulfilled.

The channel for the dialogue of the century had finally been smashed open by him with his very life!

"Director Kim, are you alright?"

The two accompanying Korean assistants hurriedly stepped forward, looking at their boss's exhausted state with lingering fear.

"I'm fine... No, it couldn't be better!"

Kim Cheon-sik took a sharp breath, forcing himself to pull it together.

He had not forgotten the rules set before this "underground emperor" of Shanghai.

He immediately reached for his briefcase and nimbly pulled out a four-million non-bearer check that had been prepared in advance.

"Mr. Chen."

Kim Cheon-sik stood up, holding the four-million check with both hands.

He presented it to Chen Fei with extreme solemnity, his tone filled with gratitude and awe:

"This is the four million remaining balance we agreed upon. If it weren't for your righteous intervention today, Mr. Chen, and for you carving out these five minutes for us, Samsung would never have been able to obtain this ticket to the new era!"

One million per minute, five million for five minutes, not a cent off.

However, facing this massive check presented before him, Chen Fei, who had just been wearing a mercenary, money-grubbing face, suddenly made a move that caught all the Koreans off guard.

He waved his hands repeatedly and decisively pushed the check Kim Cheon-sik handed over back to him.

Furthermore, Chen Fei even naturally reached into his suit's inner pocket and took out the one-million deposit check he had accepted three days ago.

With a "slap," he slapped it onto the marble coffee table as well.

"Mr. Chen, what are you doing..."

Kim Cheon-sik froze, his eyes full of confusion and panic. Did he do something wrong just now and offend this local tyrant?

"Mr. Kim, put your money away."

Chen Fei looked at the five million in cash on the coffee table without even blinking.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile that revealed a high level of vision and clarity:

"If this money were from three days ago, I, Chen Fei, would have accepted it with peace of mind. Because that was 'blood money' I earned for you at the risk of offending Brother Shen. If Brother Shen had gotten angry just now and thrown you out, I wouldn't have refunded a single cent of this five million."

Chen Fei's tone shifted, and his eyes became extremely deep and solemn: "But it's different now."

"Brother Shen not only didn't get angry, he even left Miss Hong Yun's private line. He even personally instructed me to treat you with the highest VIP specifications. This means that from the moment Brother Shen nodded, you, Samsung, are no longer outsiders, but his potential 'strategic partners'!"

Chen Fei patted Kim Cheon-sik on the shoulder.

His tone carried a clarity honed from struggling in this bustling metropolis:

"If I, Chen Fei, accepted money from Brother Shen's partners for this mere five million, then my eyes would truly be blind. If word got out, how could I continue to work under Brother Shen? How could I maintain a foothold in this Shanghai?"

These words were spoken with conviction and were completely watertight!

Kim Cheon-sik looked at the returned check.

Then he looked at this "underground emperor" who he had originally thought was profit-driven but now displayed astonishing vision.

A stormy sea surged in his heart.

Even a "black glove" who handles dirty work on the table could demonstrate such terrifying discipline, a sense of the big picture, and absolute loyalty to that man when faced with the temptation of five million in cash!

How ironclad was the interior of Jiyuan Technology?

Just how terrifying was that Mr. Shen's "art of governance"?!

"Mr. Chen's righteousness and vision... I, Kim, have learned a lesson! I am truly humbled!"

Kim Cheon-sik took a deep breath, solemnly took back the five-million check, and then bowed deeply to Chen Fei.

At this moment, the Koreans' awe of Shen Du and his vast empire was thoroughly etched into their bones.

"Alright, the business is done, let's not talk about these formalities."

Chen Fei smoothly shifted his aura.

He returned to that hospitable host persona, smiled, and made a "please" gesture:

"Let's go, Mr. Kim. Brother Shen has given the word. Today, Yonglu's kitchen has prepared the top-tier Chinese state banquet dishes. Let's go to the side hall, I'll accompany you for a few drinks, I guarantee you won't leave disappointed!"