Chapter 124: Give Him a good beating

Zheng Qian almost didn't react in time.

"What's the matter? Did you see too many beauties during your week-long trip to the Maldives that you don't even recognize me anymore?" Jin Lu teased when she saw the look on Zheng Qian's face upon his return.

"How could I dare? I just feel that after not seeing you for a few days, my queen has become even more beautiful."

To make a woman happy, just complimenting her on her beauty is an eternal, unchanging truth!

"Hmph, smooth talker!" Jin Lu huffed, and Zheng Qian hurriedly carried her upstairs.

"Why are you so impatient?"

"Hehe."

The next day.

Zheng Qian returned to the company.

As soon as he entered the company, Zheng Qian noticed something was off.

Every employee was dejected, wearing a look of frustration.

Zheng Qian was a bit puzzled; what was going on?

He knew that Yamei Group and Zhengxin Shipyard had been fighting a price war these past few days. Chen Weiqiang liked to give pre-battle pep talks to his employees, so they should all be pumped up and full of energy—why were they all looking so defeated?

On his way to the office, he ran into Chen Weiqiang.

"President Zheng, back from the Maldives?"

"Yeah, I got back last night," Zheng Qian replied with a nod.

Chen Weiqiang looked around and placed a hand on Zheng Qian's shoulder. "Come with me to my office. There's something I want to tell you."

"President Chen, I saw everyone looking dejected the moment I walked in. What happened?" Zheng Qian asked Chen Weiqiang.

"To tell you the truth, we lost this price war," Chen Weiqiang said, handing a statistical report to Zheng Qian.

"We lost?" Zheng Qian looked at him in disbelief.

He and Liu Shiqi had pooled together 100 million, plus the 20 million from the Maritime Trade Summit, as a new round of financing for Zhengxin Shipyard.

Although Chen Weiqiang had bought a few ships, Zheng Qian knew the quantity and price; buying the ships had only cost a little over 70 million, so there should still be at least 60 million left on the company's books.

Fighting Yamei Group with 60 million, and they still lost?

Chen Weiqiang sighed and silently lit a cigarette. "Sigh, there was nothing I could do."

"Yamei Group cut prices even more ruthlessly than us, slashing them by 30% directly. Those bosses all gave face to Elder Hu, and the clients were all held in the grip of Yamei Group."

"Don't tell me we didn't land a single client?" Zheng Qian asked in surprise.

According to Chen Weiqiang, Yamei Group had used their connection with Elder Hu to convince several bosses to sign contracts with them, but they didn't sign long-term agreements. Instead, they demanded we transport waste soil, scrap materials, and discarded stones, occupying the shipping slots of Zhengxin Shipyard.

By the time Chen Weiqiang realized what was happening, it was too late; the contracts were already signed.

"It's fine. Although we lost, Yamei Group isn't having a good time either."

"It's a business war, after all. It's unavoidable; who is always a victorious general?"

Zheng Qian consoled Chen Weiqiang.

He had already reviewed the report; right now, both companies were in a state of mutual destruction.

Zhengxin Shipyard hadn't gained any advantage; instead, its shipping slots for the next two years were fully occupied.

Yamei Group had won on the surface, but they won by slashing prices by 30% and playing dirty tricks. The victory wasn't honorable.

"Qian, business wars don't care if you're honorable or not. The victors write history!"

Chen Weiqiang's eyes were filled with disappointment.

The issue with the contracts was a lapse on his part as the helm, and it was directly related to him.

For the next two years, Zhengxin Shipyard wouldn't see any development and would face all kinds of difficulties.

Although they had the contract with Asia Shipping in hand and wouldn't go under for a while, they would be treading water for two years. Aside from those low-price orders, they could only transport waste soil and scrap materials.

Chen Weiqiang was unwilling to accept this.

The current Zhengxin Shipyard was in a prime period of growth and development; how could they afford to wait two years!

Furthermore, Yamei Group wouldn't just stand by and watch; their next step would be to target Zhengxin Shipyard and blockade the entire market.

Chen Weiqiang's ideals and ambitions would die in the cradle because of this.

"So, do we have no other options?" Zheng Qian asked.

"There is one, unless a sum of capital suddenly appears out of thin air to save Zhengxin Shipyard. Otherwise, I'm afraid it's hopeless."

"President Chen, you should have said so earlier! I have money!" Zheng Qian patted his chest at this moment.

During his week in the Maldives, he had already used the system to generate one billion in cash rebates. Taking out even a little bit would be enough to save Zhengxin Shipyard.

"Qian, let's not joke around. The capital I'm talking about is massive—at the very least, it needs several hundred million!"

After the last financing for Tianxia Shipping fell through because Yamei Group interfered, it was Zheng Qian and Liu Shiqi who each took out 50 million to save Zhengxin Shipyard's life and give it the capital to start the war.

He really didn't have the face, nor did he feel embarrassed to ask the two of them again.

As far as he knew, Zhongguang Fund was currently consolidating a major project and simply had no surplus funds to invest further into Zhengxin Shipyard.

As for Zheng Qian, he was usually extravagant with his spending; even if he had money on him, how much could he possibly have?

30 or 50 million definitely wouldn't work; throwing it in would just be like tossing it into the water.

"Forget it, forget it." Chen Weiqiang let out a long sigh. "I really don't have the face to bring this up again."

"President Chen, how could your burning passion be crushed by just a Yamei Group? This doesn't look like you!" Zheng Qian laughed.

Chen Weiqiang couldn't laugh at all; he actually wanted to cry. This kid Zheng Qian was really bold—laughing at a time like this!

"What else can I do? Sigh..." Chen Weiqiang hung his head, his indomitable confidence having been defeated.

"How about this, President Chen? Just give me a number, and I'll figure out a way."

"Is 300 million enough?"

Chen Weiqiang suspected he had misheard.

Did Zheng Qian mean he could come up with 300 million?

According to his own calculations, he needed at least 220 million to revitalize the company.

300 million was more than enough.

Seeing Chen Weiqiang's solemn and deep expression, Zheng Qian didn't waste any words. He took out his phone directly, and in front of Chen Weiqiang, entered the company's account number and transferred 300 million.

"President Chen, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Whatever Guanmei Group or Yamei Group it is, beat those bastards hard!"

Chen Weiqiang: ???

His mouth hung open in an 'O' shape, bigger than a goose egg; he couldn't close it at all.

Chen Weiqiang couldn't help but rub his eyes; he suspected he had just hallucinated.

Bang.

His secretary rushed into the office, reporting, "President Chen, President Chen! I don't know who transferred 300 million into the company's account! Do you know about this?"

"300 million?!"

"It's real!!"

Chen Weiqiang had just been pinching his thigh hard, thinking it was all a dream.

He hadn't expected it to be real?!

Thump!

Chen Weiqiang knelt straight down before Zheng Qian.

"President Zheng, you are my savior!"

One must know that in business, everyone plays with cash flow. Every inflow and outflow of money is strictly calculated—how to maximize profits, how to minimize interest.

Money is money.

Chen Weiqiang could never have dreamed that Zheng Qian could take out so much money all at once!

A full 300 million!