Chapter 439: Mysterious Phone Call

Zheng Qian had not expected this product's price to be so sensitive.

It was as if the moment he started to make a move, feedback appeared immediately. This seemed somewhat abnormal; the only explanation was that Wei Rusi had been monitoring Zhang Jihan's family company for a long time, and even knew exactly what resources they held.

It seemed she had been preparing to make a move all along, just waiting for his capital injection.

"How long have you been observing my company?"

After a long silence, Zhang Jihan gritted his teeth and said.

Zheng Qian's eyes lit up.

That's right, it seemed to be exactly like that. It wasn't just him who had this feeling; Zhang Jihan felt it even more so. This woman, Wei Rusi, was becoming increasingly mysterious. There must be things about her that he didn't know.

"You don't need to worry about that. You only need to know that whatever President Zheng wants to accomplish, he can do it quite easily. Even if you are a member of the Songshang Club, it doesn't matter. Of course, this is just a small warning."

"You have already started countermeasures now, haven't you?"

"Trying to truly influence the price of such international bulk commodities isn't something that can be done in just a few simple minutes. So, you'd better not put away those little schemes of yours; money, in front of President Zheng, cannot stir up any major waves."

Wei Rusi flicked her fingernails and said nonchalantly.

It was as if this business, which involved billions of US dollars, was worthless in her eyes.

No, it was worthless in the eyes of the "President Zheng" she spoke of.

Zhang Qilian was genuinely afraid; this was the first time he had seen such an expression on Zhang Jihan's face. In his impression, Zhang Jihan was a young man who always kept his word and seemed to have everything under control forever.

Anyone's schemes and tricks were not worth mentioning in front of him.

But today, it seemed he had met his match.

And a very tricky one at that.

Beep—beep—

Zhang Jihan's phone rang urgently.

He glanced at the caller ID, and his brow furrowed into a deep frown. It seemed that since he had saved this number, this was the first time it had called. Moreover, the person on the other end of the line held a very special status.

"President Ran?"

He did not shy away from those present.

As he picked up, his gaze was fixed on Zheng Qian.

Because he sensitively felt that the purpose of this call seemed to be related to this young man.

"Young Master Zhang, surely you know the rules, don't you?"

The voice was very pleasant.

It even carried a hint of weary sweetness.

It felt as if one didn't need to see the person on the other end of the line to know that she must be a very beautiful woman.

"President Ran, I really didn't expect that one day you would actually call me. Although I, Zhang Jihan, am not considered a big shot here in Shanghu, I still understand the rules; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to grow my business to where it is today. May I ask, President Ran, what do you mean?"

"When businesses competing to enter the club engage in a trade war, club members are not allowed to participate directly, let alone provide financial support. Tell me, do you understand this rule, or do you not?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jihan was shocked.

He knew this rule.

For example, if Company A wants to compete for club membership, and encounters Company B which also wants to enter the club, the two companies must not have direct contact with existing members, and certainly must not seek help.

The Sun Family and the Su Family both want to join the club; they must not directly seek out club members.

However, they can seek help from Zhang Qilian, who is also a non-member.

But if a company competing for the club has a commercial dispute with other ordinary companies that do not intend to enter the club, there is no problem in having contact with existing club members.

This rule also applies to the three major clubs.

This was also Zhang Jihan's perspective.

He knew that Zhang Qilian's Jinhua Xinyue Group wanted to enter the Songshang Club, but...

Wasn't his current opponent the Lin-Xiao Yuanfang Group, led by Zheng Qian?

Could it be that they also wanted to enter the club?

Which club?

Could it be...

The club of this President Ran who called?

To be able to have the board chairman of a top-tier club call personally, what exactly is Zheng Qian's background?

"I... I understand."

"Very good, Young Master Zhang, you are a man who knows the times. Moreover, I am actually helping you with this call. You might think that the price being affected in the short term isn't a big problem, and that as long as your family mobilizes the power of your interest group, you can still raise the price again. But... never mind, I have said enough; as long as Young Master Zhang understands, that is enough."

After saying this, without waiting for Zhang Jihan to reply, a busy signal came from the other end of the line.

Everyone didn't know what they had said.

They only knew that after hanging up the phone, Zhang Jihan's expression became incredibly somber and grave.

He took a deep look at Zheng Qian, stood up, and said to Zhang Qilian beside him, "I cannot help you with this matter anymore; you are on your own."

"Young Master Zhang, this..." Zhang Qilian immediately became nervous.

"Congratulations, Young Master Zheng. I didn't expect that you were truly hiding your true capabilities. Impressive, impressive. It seems that in the future, in our Shanghu, the three major clubs will become lively again."

After saying this, Zhang Jihan turned and left.

He was indeed a person who did things without any hesitation.

Seeing his savior leave, Zhang Qilian slumped dejectedly onto the sofa.

It's over—this was his only thought at this moment.

And what Zheng Qian was thinking about now was another matter: it seemed that the person who called was likely some big shot from a club. It was just that he couldn't immediately determine which club the person on the other end belonged to.

Whether it was the Shanghai Americas Club, the Songshang Club, or the Chunshen Club, it all seemed to make sense.

This was also the reason why Zhang Jihan had just congratulated him.

Could it be the Songshang Club that the Su Family was striving for earlier?

Hmm, considering it that way, it does seem very likely.

But he didn't have any connection with this club! On the contrary, before he had even entered, he had already started to have beef with the Zhang Family, an old-school member, which was really a bit confusing.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic."

Zheng Qian waved his hand, lit a cigarette, and said, "Zhang Qilian, you should be able to represent the Jinhua Xinyue Group, right? Although you aren't the chairman, that's your elderly father, and you still have a lot of say. One final price, we will still proceed according to the merger and acquisition application plan I submitted to you before. It's just that, from now on, your group will completely disappear."

"Do you accept, or do you not?"

Zheng Qian's words were resonant and struck hard into Zhang Qilian's heart.

He really didn't want to accept; after all, once he agreed to Zheng Qian, his father's hard work would all go down the drain, and their family's dream of becoming club members would completely vanish. But did he have the right to say no?