Chapter 526: We must support her unconditionally.

Qiu Zhenduo didn't despise Zheng Qian; he despised everyone.

Six Star Group was a pillar enterprise of South Korea, and ASML went without saying. On the surface, it appeared to be a Dutch company, but could the Netherlands really stand on its own? It was the essence of the entire Western world condensed into that one company, the most formidable manufacturer of lithography machines. Besides, even if the Ran Family bought a lithography machine now, it would be useless!

What mattered was the technology; what was the point of buying such expensive equipment?

Moreover, they had just released an announcement in the past two days stating that they would no longer sell to Jiuzhou.

They would no longer provide maintenance or any after-sales service for machines previously sold; if they broke, they wouldn't be fixed. Consequently, the lithography machines previously imported by Jiuzhou were at risk of becoming scrap metal at any moment, and a diplomatic dispute had already formed.

Of course, for the average person, this was indeed the case—these groups weren't things you could just buy at will.

But Zheng Qian—was he an average person?

"Little Qiu, I know you might not believe it, but... never mind. I don't really care about your feelings, and I don't need to explain myself to you. I need the internal documents of the Ran Family, the more detailed, the better. This includes how many factions there are within the family, who the leader of each faction is, and specifically who is supporting Jin Lu right now, etc. The more detailed, the better."

"In return, I will temporarily resume the operations of that oil field company and won't seal it for now. If you can do better and cooperate with me very effectively in the future, I will give you rewards beyond your imagination. How about that?"

Zheng Qian nodded slightly and immediately spoke.

Qiu Zhenduo took a deep drag of his cigarette. Through their brief contact, he had already gained a preliminary understanding of Zheng Qian.

This man didn't show his true colors, yet with a casual remark, as a Jiuzhou native, he could freely command the official personnel of Oman. It was simply inconceivable. Even more importantly, he felt an unparalleled sense of oppression from Chen Chou, who was standing behind Zheng Qian. The young man didn't say a word, just stood behind Zheng Qian with his head bowed.

Yet, for some reason, he felt as if those eyes were fixed on him.

As soon as there was the slightest movement, he would pounce and take him out.

This was a kind of...

Yes, the aura of a wild beast.

It was as if you were in the same room with lions and tigers; they wouldn't do anything to you when they weren't hungry. But once they set their sights on you because they lacked food, that was exactly the feeling.

"Deal."

Qiu Zhenduo gritted his teeth and replied.

"Very good, you are a smart man." Zheng Qian stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and reached out his hand to him. "In a few days, you will know just how correct this choice of yours is. Hmm... how about this? There's no intersection between us; you might agree to me here, but immediately throw your promise to the back of your mind later."

"I'll give you a chance to betray me, how about that? But as for what the price will be, you can slowly experience it after you die."

"Ah—!"

The moment he shook hands with Zheng Qian, he immediately felt a massive force.

It felt like his hand was clamped by a machine's pliers, unable to move at all. At the same time, it was agonizingly painful because Zheng Qian's hand seemed to be constantly contracting. Finally unable to withstand such painful torture, his legs went weak, and he actually knelt directly on the ground with a thud.

Zheng Qian looked down at him, bent over slightly, and whispered in his ear:

"I don't care whose puppet you are at the Chunshen Club. If all the oil field assets are frozen and sealed, their money will surely be tied up, and they won't spare you, right? So, it's best to listen to me and behave yourself. Don't try to provoke me."

"Furthermore, from now on, in any situation where Jin Lu is present, you are to support her unconditionally. Do you understand?"

"If I hear you opposing her even one more time, I will kill you."

After speaking, Zheng Qian finally released his right hand and walked away.

Leaving Qiu Zhenduo alone, kneeling on the ground and trembling.

After leaving Qiu Zhenduo's villa, the sky was already beginning to brighten.

In one night, Zheng Qian had resolved two troublesome matters and felt very satisfied. It seemed that his biggest gain in Oman was not handling Rahman, but having Chen Chou.

With this human weapon by his side, he could finally stretch his wings and act without scruples.

"I just tried it, why can't I do it like you?"

Sitting in the car, Zheng Qian said speechlessly, "I remember the last time I saw you shake hands with our company's security guard, he knelt on the ground very naturally without a second of hesitation. And he said it didn't hurt at all, it was just a physical reaction, as if he couldn't control himself at that moment. What was that about?"

The person who knelt was naturally one of the security team members Zheng Qian had in Yebai, the ones brought by Duan Qiran originally.

This person had seen Chen Chou following by his side and was jealous that he had snatched his job as Zheng Qian's personal bodyguard.

He had intended to make Chen Chou look bad through a handshake, but didn't expect that the clown was actually himself, and he knelt down directly.

"This is 'Listening Force' in Tai Chi. To explain it with modern Science, it's when the nerve endings of the hand feel the magnitude and direction of the opponent's force upon contact, thereby borrowing their force to use against them to achieve one's own goal."

"The 'Tai Chi Classics' state: 'By constant practice, one gradually realizes how to understand force; from understanding force, one reaches the level of the divine.' The 'divine' here doesn't mean a person actually becomes a god, but rather a superior level of martial arts attainment. Listening force is just like that. The boxing manual also says, 'If you can follow others, your hands will have a sense of proportion.' Some seemingly simple actions have profound knowledge behind them."

"You just used force to make him kneel in pain; the two are not the same."

Chen Chou sat in the passenger seat, looked at Zheng Qian's hand, and said casually.

Zheng Qian realized that this kid seemed uninterested in everything, but he was truly a martial arts fanatic, a madman for martial arts.

Of course, this wasn't meant in a derogatory way; some things require obsession to achieve success. It's the same with martial arts, painting, singing, playing instruments, and so on. Moreover, whenever the topic turned to boxing techniques, the usually taciturn Chen Chou could always speak at length.

It was clear that he really loved it.

"Your Chinese foundation is so good, but if you don't mind me saying, you look like a mixed-race person. I feel like you have Asian heritage, but I'm not sure if you have Jiuzhou genes... Uh, don't misunderstand! I'm just purely curious!"

Zheng Qian slowly started the car and finally asked the question that had been in his heart.

This kid looked so weathered, yet seemed so young.

Sometimes he was very gentle, but there were knives in his eyes, always keeping people at a distance.

He looked incredibly handsome, but often dressed in an old-fashioned way, without any awareness of being a handsome man.

Also, he had never known if he was actually from Jiuzhou. He looked like it, but not quite. He was truly a very intense, contradictory complex, as if he had countless secrets on him, making people curious and fascinated.

"My mother is from Jiuzhou."

After saying this, Chen Chou closed his eyes, seemingly not wanting to speak anymore.