37 Wang Jianguo revisits Southeast Asia

Wei Jinhua had never imagined he would have such a moment of glory; truth be told, it felt pretty good.

Looking at the display around him—police cordoning off the airport and a provincial governor receiving him—this treatment was something he wouldn't have dared to dream of before.

Thinking about it this way, selling Yuanyang Group wasn't a loss; not only was it not a loss, but it was a massive gain.

After all, he held shares in Heavenly Palace Group. Although it was less than one percent, it was enough to make the outside world green with envy.

"President Wei? President Wei?"

Seeing Wei Jinhua seemingly lost in thought, Hu Mingzhi couldn't help but call out softly twice. Only then did Wei Jinhua snap back to reality.

He smiled apologetically and said, "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about some group matters. I've seen your country's sincerity. As such, we can boldly and confidently invest in your country."

"Hahaha, please, President Wei. We have prepared some local delicacies for you. Shall we head back and talk while we eat?"

The two of them got into a business van while the others took other vehicles. The convoy slowly drove out of the airport, with police cars clearing the way in front.

Seeing this display, the private cars on the road made way one after another.

Looking at the scene outside the window, Wei Jinhua finally experienced the treatment of a foreign VIP.

With this kind of setup, it was probably only one level below a visit from a national minister.

Even for someone like him who had seen much of the world, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly at this moment, simply because this feeling was truly captivating.

No wonder so many people were obsessed with power and influence; it turned out this stuff was so alluring.

It wasn't just him; everyone else from Heavenly Palace Group's other subsidiaries felt the same after arriving in Myanmar. They hadn't expected to receive such treatment.

However, the fastest was Heavenly Palace Hotel. After receiving the news, Wang Zhennan immediately led a team to Myanmar in person.

With a grand wave of his hand, he spread out a map and pointed repeatedly while his subordinates began marking locations. Wherever there was a mark, there would be a Heavenly Palace Hotel. Looking at it once the marking was finished—good heavens—there were a full hundred Heavenly Palace Hotels across the whole of Myanmar.

However, implementing this would probably take half a year, and some of them would involve directly acquiring and renovating local buildings.

As for the time issue, Wang Zhennan wasn't worried. It was only half a year; it could still be done by working overtime, especially since Jiangong Group had also arrived.

Bringing those Infrastructure Maniacs over from the mainland, it might not even take half a year. After all, they weren't starting construction one by one, but all at once.

What?

You say this requires a lot of manpower? You must be joking; Jiangong Group is never short of people.

They were still recruiting construction workers even now because the order from above was: "Unless I tell you to stop, keep recruiting."

Currently, Tiangong Real Estate had a massive workload: the three islands in Singapore, the current Heavenly Palace Hotels, and Wang Shaojun's plans for the future.

For at least the next twenty years, Jiangong Group wouldn't have to worry about having nothing to do, and it was even less likely that any personnel would be idle.

Moreover, there would likely be a major project in the South of the Ranges after the New Year, so Jiangong Group wasn't afraid of hiring too many people.

However, this resulted in those real estate companies already on the brink of bankruptcy going under immediately.

Heavenly Palace Group was like a tornado, sucking up all the resources. Companies without any real strength truly couldn't withstand this storm.

Heavenly Palace Group's actions didn't cause too much of a stir. After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Myanmar had become stable after a major overhaul.

Heavenly Palace Group's move was merely to be the first to test the waters. Once Heavenly Palace Group faced no issues there...

It probably wouldn't be long before a large number of companies rushed over to start businesses. After all, the current Myanmar was not like before; relatively speaking, it was countless times better.

Some of the bolder ones even came directly to do business. With Hydra controlling the underworld, those dark forces naturally didn't dare to be too reckless. Furthermore, without Warlords as backers, their tempers had improved significantly.

The environment naturally went without saying. Myanmar was starting to show signs of recovery, though others couldn't see it yet.

Meanwhile!

A private plane landed at the Cambodia airport. Wang Jianguo looked at the familiar scenery around him. He had been here a long time ago, but it wasn't as prosperous as it was now.

Arriving in a familiar place made him involuntarily recall his experiences when he first arrived in Southeast Asia. If it weren't for making a living, he really wouldn't have wanted to come to this kind of place.

Looking back now, he had to admire his former self. Although there were some terrible encounters along the way, the outcome was good.

At least he got what he wanted; otherwise, the Wang family might not be where it is today.

Although this was a bit like patting himself on the back, he truly believed it.

Without the money he brought back, Wang Shaojun and the others probably wouldn't have even been able to attend university, and naturally, everything that followed wouldn't have happened.

"Big brother, are we going to find Carrot Head and the others directly, or should we go settle some scores first?"

Wang Jianjun looked at the sky; it was still as blue as ever, but the airport was no longer the same. They didn't know if Cambodia had developed quickly in just a few years, but this airport had certainly changed drastically.

It wasn't just the airport that had changed, but the people too. He remembered when they first arrived here, their clothes were patched, their shoes had worn-out soles, and their hair was a mess—they were proper refugees.

Now, it was the exact opposite. Not to mention their clothes, just the few Bodyguards following behind them were enough to give them a full sense of prestige.

Originally, they only wanted to bring two Bodyguards from Xitan Palace. After all, as long as they met up with Carrot Head and the others, their safety factor would increase exponentially. However, Wang Shaojun had already prepared everything for them: four Bodyguards and a butler.

They couldn't really refuse. Anyway, there was no danger back home, and Xitan Palace had plenty of Bodyguards. Losing four wasn't a big deal, so they simply brought them along.

Hearing this, Wang Jianguo couldn't help but pull back the expression on his face. At home, he was a loving father; here, he viewed himself as a mercenary.

And his first rule: The "Holy Mother" must die!

Rule number two: Beautiful women often carry fatal danger!

Rule number three: Destroy all evidence!

Just as he was wondering whether to look for Carrot Head or settle scores, a convoy of four modified off-road vehicles drove toward them.