Chapter 566: Kill Them

On the surface, Rahman is the Second Prince of Oman.

Behind the scenes, he controls many industries, and Isabella is one of his white gloves.

Rahman originally had no strong ambition or pursuit for money because, in his view, everything in the entire country of Oman should belong to him.

But to become king, to become the Sultan, one needs money.

Zheng Qian understood this deeply. He had been to Rahman's official residence; although it was magnificent, upon closer inspection, it felt more like a castle in wartime—impenetrable, and if an extreme situation were to occur, it would immediately become the most formidable fortress.

However, there was one prerequisite: do not encounter an infiltration expert like Chen Chou.

Zheng Qian even doubted whether there was any house in this world that he could not enter.

Rahman's connections were definitely much stronger than Zheng Qian's. Not to mention his status, his position as a high-level national leader alone was enough to make contact with bigwigs from all walks of life, so his private industries were also quite wild.

From something as large as arms dealing (this is true) to something as small as gutter oil (Zheng Qian's guess), he had dabbled in them all.

One thousand ships might sound like a fantasy to outsiders.

But do not forget, the resources Rahman could mobilize were equally terrifying.

These ships naturally did not all come from his shipyards; they also included Oman's state apparatus, his shares in shipyards in other countries, other friendly merchants, and so on. And all Zheng Qian needed to do was simply pay a certain amount of money.

Furthermore, the ships Zheng Qian bought were not all low-grade cruise ships; they were deep-sea, long-range cargo ships.

Calculating by one million tons per ship, that was two billion yuan.

One thousand ships equaled approximately two trillion.

Of course, there were cargo ships of various tonnages in this, but they were basically large cargo ships and cruise ships of around one million tons. Generally, the cycle from ordering a ship to final delivery is very long, at least several years, but Zheng Qian could not wait.

He wanted them now; he wished he could start operating them immediately.

Of course, it was impossible for all one thousand ships to be brand new.

But Zheng Qian did not care; as long as they were eighty or ninety percent new, it was perfectly acceptable. He did not just want a few simple ships; he wanted scale, oppression, ruthless domination and crushing of his enemies—a terrifying, fatal blow.

In half an hour, Zheng Qian made many calls.

Some were to Rahman, some to Isabella, and others to bosses of other shipyards; there were even arrangements for Xia Xixi to help handle contracts and other matters. But one of the calls was very interesting, even opening a new world for Zheng Qian. This was a number provided by Rahman, and Zheng Qian also knew this person. As for the specific content, it will not be mentioned here.

Jiang Yanran, who was beside him, was completely stunned.

It was not until Zheng Qian put down the phone that she finally came to her senses.

Seeing that he looked parched, she quickly poured him another cup of tea. But as soon as she finished pouring the tea, she realized something was wrong. "I am the boss of Asia Shipping, why should I be pouring tea for Zheng Qian? It's like I'm serving a master!"

However... he had such an aura just now!

Especially when he was spending money—tens of billions, hundreds of billions spent without even blinking an eye.

"Hmm, not bad."

Zheng Qian took a sip of tea and nodded at Jiang Yanran with satisfaction. Entering this tea room required taking off one's shoes, and only then did he notice Jiang Yanran's small feet wrapped in black silk, which were exceptionally alluring. Although not comparable to Song Yaxian, they were still worth playing with.

Seemingly realizing Zheng Qian's gaze, Jiang Yanran's toes subconsciously curled up, hiding behind her buttocks.

She didn't know if his "not bad" referred to the tea, or the feet wrapped in black silk?

"You... how many ships did you just buy?" Jiang Yanran couldn't help but ask.

"Over a thousand. I didn't remember the exact number; we'll know once they arrive and we take inventory," Zheng Qian answered casually, his gaze involuntarily sizing up Jiang Yanran's figure. It had been a long time, and President Jiang's figure had become even more voluptuous.

A wasp waist, perky buttocks, big breasts, and those long, slender legs pressed together.

"You... why did you buy so many ships?"

Jiang Yanran felt Zheng Qian's unscrupulous gaze, her heart beating very fast, and her voice was a bit unnatural. She subconsciously pressed her legs tighter together, curling them behind her buttocks.

Zheng Qian's gaze indeed had no concealment; since he was appreciating beauty, he had to look carefully.

And he was just looking; he wasn't going to pounce on her right now.

Jiang Yanran felt something strange. In her impression, Zheng Qian was not just the young man who spent tens of billions at the auction, but also the shy little man she first met at the hotel. At that time, Zheng Qian did not have the temperament he had now.

How should she put it? It was just that she felt his gaze was very aggressive and oppressive.

Very... masculine.

Yes, it was just like the way a man looks at a woman.

"It's very simple; I just want to beat them to death." Zheng Qian rinsed his mouth with tea, spat it into a cup, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile, "I originally thought about making money through harmony and giving that Tang Chuanyan a chance. But he actually took the initiative to stand me up and left me hanging here for so long; he has clearly expressed his attitude. If giving him a chance is useless, then he can't blame me, Huaqiang... Zheng Qian, for not giving him face."

Since when was Zheng Qian so handsome?

This was the question in Jiang Yanran's heart at this moment, especially Zheng Qian's gaze, which made her inner heart panic even more.

Even the smell of the tobacco he exhaled was so fragrant.

It must be a very expensive cigarette, right?

Which country is the brand from?

Zheng Qian flicked the ash and continued, "Listen well to what I say. After these one thousand ships arrive one after another, immediately start getting everyone in the company running. No, start recruiting people for me now; our current manpower is definitely not enough. At that time, we will launch a one-month free shipping service. No matter how much cargo it is, it will all be free."

"Note, it is nationwide free, no one will be turned away, and not a single penny will be charged. Do you understand?"

"Ah? Your cigarettes are all free?"

Jiang Yanran didn't know what string in her brain had gone wrong. Just a moment ago, she was thinking about what kind of cigarette Zheng Qian was smoking, thinking that when looking for a partner in the future, she would ask if they smoked this brand. Suddenly hearing Zheng Qian's question, she immediately gave a nonsensical answer.

"Ah no... that... what!? You said completely free????"

Jiang Yanran stared at the man in front of her, dumbfounded.

Was he crazy?

Did he know how much money this would lose every day?

"Yes, don't you understand? Also, I have already asked finance to allocate one trillion to Asia Shipping's account as initial startup capital. For things like recruiting, spend money ruthlessly. When the money is burned through, contact me immediately."

"Remember, we have only one goal, and that is to beat them to death."