Chapter 657: Unprecedented Pressure

President Jiang Yanran's current emotions were extremely complex.

In the past, the impression Zheng Qian gave her was that he was someone with significant financial power.

Especially that time in Jiangnan, when he bought a ship for ten billion; it truly frightened her.

But as she gradually interacted with him more, especially during this war, she began to look at Zheng Qian with new eyes.

To put it a bit exaggeratedly, calling him farsighted would definitely not be an overstatement.

Long before the two countries went to war, he had already taken the first step to lay out his plans overseas.

He even voluntarily abandoned the domestic market, as if he had calculated that this would happen.

If the following events truly happen as Zheng Qian predicted, it is foreseeable that Shang Yanxiong will inevitably suffer extremely serious losses.

That amount of money would be enough to make his heart ache severely.

But what annoyed her the most was that, surprisingly...

Zheng Qian actually let Yao Qiuqiu sit here, and in the future, she would be responsible for the dock transport business of Qianlu Group?

She still remembered the scene when she first met her; Yao Qiuqiu had gone on stage to receive an award as an outstanding sailor representative. At that time, seeing her chatting happily with Zheng Qian, she had a strange feeling, so she thought about bringing her under her command.

She had even introduced a few business deals to her, but Yao Qiuqiu's status was really too small, and Jiang Yanran had even forgotten that such a person existed.

But now, she was actually on equal footing with her?

Yao Qiuqiu noticed Jiang Yanran's gaze and smiled with a nod.

Secretary Du Bingbing felt a slight tremor in her heart. Although the two of them had only glanced at each other, why did it seem like there was such a strong smell of gunpowder?

No, wait, Cheng Xiaonan next to her was already rummaging through her bag. Was she preparing to pull out a knife?

If they started fighting, who should I help?

Reasonably and emotionally, I should help President Jiang, but they have more people. No, maybe I should just play dead later.

"So, are we just going to sit here for the next few days?" Jiang Yanran withdrew her gaze and said with a furrowed brow.

"Of course not. Being here won't hinder you from contacting domestic business. Right now, keep Asia Shipping, Kangming, and Changsong under control, and be prepared to listen to my orders for deployment at any time. Yao Qiuqiu is currently temporarily taking over the dock business of Qianhe Group, and you will fight together."

Listening to Zheng Qian's instructions, Jiang Yanran's brow furrowed even deeper.

She impatiently tapped her arm with her fingernails. Looking at it this way, was he really planning to let Yao Qiuqiu be on equal footing with her?

Although the nearly one thousand merchant ships Zheng Qian bought earlier were now being used by her, what would happen after this battle ended?

Once Shang Yanxiong was driven away, on the surface, she and Zheng Qian would share the world.

But she was all too aware of her own scale; merging into Qianlu Group was basically the trend.

Then... if she also entered Qianlu, would she have to discuss shipping business with Yao Qiuqiu?

This made Jiang Yanran feel particularly unhappy. In her impression, Yao Qiuqiu had always been just an ordinary female sailor.

"Alright, I understand. Then I will go back and rest first."

Although Jiang Yanran thought so, she didn't show it. After nodding in agreement, she got up and left.

Yao Qiuqiu was bright and intelligent; she had long since sensed something from the way Jiang Yanran looked at her.

After Jiang Yanran left, she hesitated before speaking, "Zheng Qian, I am just a captain. Asking me to be responsible for such a big matter, what about President Jiang..."

Before she could finish, Zheng Qian waved his hand.

He beckoned with his finger, and Cheng Xiaonan hurriedly lit a cigarette for him.

"I ask you, are you my woman?"

"Mm."

"Then is Jiang Yanran one?"

"Should be... um, not yet, right?"

"Then she isn't. There is no 'should be'. You are my woman; if I don't let you manage so many ships, who should I give them to? Besides, this is also because there were recent problems with Qianhe Group, which is why I let you fill in temporarily. Rest assured, I know you don't really like sitting in an office handling these affairs. After Shang Yanxiong completely yields, I will let you freely pursue the stars and the sea."

...

A few hours later.

In just a few hours, Shang Mo realized the seriousness of the problem.

She had originally been contacting the heads of major fleets, planning to orderly unload cargo at domestic docks, but soon discovered that this trick wouldn't work abroad.

Ships heading to Australia, the Americas, and even Africa had no major problems; they just needed to be delivered there anyway.

But the ships carrying goods to Southeast Asian countries were finding it difficult to move even an inch.

Not to mention that there were many more merchant ships on the sea, deliberately obstructing their sailing routes.

Shang Mo immediately contacted the United States, and they dispatched some armed forces to conduct expulsions on the high seas.

The opposing merchant ships were quite sensible; upon seeing armed forces, they turned around and left immediately, without lingering.

But they still sailed sluggishly, deliberately delaying time.

Fine, up to this point, Shang Mo could actually tolerate it.

Anyway, as long as they arrived at the docks of these countries around Southeast Asia, they could just unload the cargo on the spot.

But!

She saw the photos sent back from below: almost all the docks capable of docking large merchant ships were blocked by many super docks.

They could only barely guarantee the country's own shipping business; it was impossible for the large batch of ships under Shang Mo to force a docking!

But unfortunately! The United States side was urging her very urgently, asking her to dispose of the cargo on the ships as soon as possible.

And then sail to the various places they designated at the first opportunity.

"Damn it... this batch of cargo... I can't just throw it all into the sea, can I..." Shang Mo was so angry she couldn't control herself. She closed her eyes tightly, wanting to calm her excessively furious mood, "Can I ask the United States to send troops to clear the field directly? Can they sweep all the docks in these Southeast Asian countries with one click?"

The assistant was trembling with fear.

She thought for a long time before saying cautiously, "It should not be possible; this would cause very serious international disputes. They are already at their limit by providing escorts on the high seas, and now they also need to dispatch a large amount of manpower and material resources to the Middle East, so there is no way to provide us with effective support..."

"These United States people who want to be whores but still want to set up a memorial arch for their chastity are truly disgusting."

Shang Mo smashed the table in hatred.

She knew that due to sensitive matters like war, it was impossible for the U.S. side to directly dispatch armed forces into the Middle East region.

Therefore, they needed "civilian merchant ships" to provide cover; this was already an international convention.

Originally, these civilian merchant ships of the United States were all in the hands of major North American shipping companies, sailing all over the world.

Once any problem occurred, they could respond from all directions.

But now...

As luck would have it, in order to confront Zheng Qian, Shang Yanxiong had concentrated them all in his own hands.

The most critical thing is, who could have thought that a war would break out there?

But it just happened to be such a coincidence!

So much so that they all had to depart from Kyushu, enter the Indian Ocean from Southeast Asia, and then enter the Red Sea from the Arabian Sea.

But unfortunately! Those nearly one thousand ships of Zheng Qian were all running wild on the high seas!

And they were maliciously docking at the ports of surrounding countries!

It was already difficult for them to go out to sea, and then to approach the docks, unload cargo, load people, and transport supplies to the Middle East... Every time Shang Mo thought about how to solve this, she got a splitting headache!

Damn Zheng Qian! Damn the United States!