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Chu Hao is one of the founders of Jinsheng Capital. Of course, as an obscure capital institution, Jinsheng Capital is unknown not only internationally but also in China.

However, its obscurity is only for ordinary people. For the upper class, the name of Jinsheng Capital is well-known.

It's not because it possesses strong capital strength, but because it has sufficient backing.

The shareholders behind Jinsheng Capital are a group of second-generation officials, and not ordinary ones. Their family backgrounds can be described as prominent. With this kind of background, Jinsheng Capital naturally has no disadvantage in investing in some profitable projects.

Kyoto, inside a rather quiet courtyard house.

On the surface, there are four guards in the courtyard house, and in the dark, there are multiple hidden哨岗 (sentries), making it heavily guarded. Ordinary people, not to mention entering, can't even get close.

This is the residence of a national leader.

"If you dare to go, I'll break your legs!"

Inside an antique study, an old man in his sixties, wearing a Zhongshan suit and with gray hair, said loudly. The old man's face was flushed, and he was constantly panting, obviously extremely angry.

In front of the old man stood a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, with a rebellious look on his face. Judging from his appearance, he was just over thirty years old, not much younger than Lu Feng of Yuncheng Technology.

He is one of the founders of Jinsheng Capital, Chu Hao.

Chu Hao heard his father's roar, with a disdainful expression on his face, looking like a loafer.

Bang!

"I'm talking to you, what's with that attitude?" The old man slammed the table hard.

"My business is none of your concern," Chu Hao said coldly.

"I don't care? I don't care..." The old man was so angry that he was incoherent, rushing around, seemingly wanting to find something handy to teach his unpromising son a lesson.

For a long time.

The old man calmed down his anger, looked at his son with deep eyes, and said in a low voice: "Although Yuncheng Technology has no background, it is located in Shanghai, and the leadership team in Shanghai is its biggest background."

The old man paused, "Even if we put aside the group of people in Shanghai, as one of the largest technology companies in the country, it has long entered the sight of those above. It's not something a few little guys like you can move."

The old man pointed his finger upwards, earnestly saying.

If Chu Hao wasn't his own son, why would he explain so much?

"I said, my business is none of your concern."

"You..." The old man trembled with anger, "From today on, if you dare to step out of the house, I'll have Lao Wu break your legs."

The old man's eyes revealed unquestionable authority. His long-held high position made his words give people a sense of inexplicable conviction, as if Chu Hao would really have his legs broken if he stepped out of the house.

"You try!"

Chu Hao was not afraid at all, looking directly at his father, "I said, my business is none of your concern."

The father and son stared at each other in the study, neither willing to back down.

"Do as you see fit with what I said," the old man threw down a sentence, closed his eyes, seemingly not wanting to say more to his son.

"Chu Zhenguo," Chu Hao called his father by his name, and laughed, "Back then, was my mother killed by you like this?"

The old man's wrinkled face trembled when he heard his son mention his deceased wife, and his hands trembled unnaturally.

"Xiao Hao, that was an accident," the old man's eyes turned red, and his voice was a little choked.

"Accident?" Chu Hao raised his voice, "If you hadn't failed to save my mother back then, would she have died?"

Chu Hao roared with red eyes.

The old man heard these words, as if his heart had been pierced by a sharp blade, and he slumped into the chair, lowering his head.

"What? Can't speak anymore?"

After a while.

"No matter what you say, I won't let you go," Chu Zhenguo said silently.

"Either you kill me, or... leave me alone!"

Chu Hao left these words, turned around and walked out of the study.

The door was slammed shut by him, making a loud bang.

The old man heard the door being slammed shut, as if his soul had been taken away, his eyes were dull.

...

Kyoto Club is one of the top private clubs in Kyoto. Those who frequent this place are top domestic tycoons, each with a remarkable background.

Inside a private room of the Kyoto Club, although it is called a private room, the space inside is extremely large, the private room is luxuriously decorated, and all kinds of entertainment facilities are available.

A group of people were sitting around a long sofa, each with a slender, beautiful woman serving them.

Among these people was Chu Hao, but unlike the others, Chu Hao was not surrounded by women.

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"Haozi, what did your old man say?"

The person who spoke had dyed yellow hair, wore earrings, was twenty-eight or nine years old, and had rebellious eyes. Unlike Chu Hao, he was sitting on the sofa, directly embracing two women.

Bang!

"Don't mention him to me," Chu Hao slammed the wine glass on the table, and said coldly.

"Okay, okay, I won't mention it." The yellow-haired man directly picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip, "I'll drink to it, my fault, my fault."

The yellow-haired man's tone was somewhat flattering. After all, their circle was almost centered around Chu Hao, so the yellow-haired man naturally didn't dare to offend him.

"Alright, alright, Cheng Dong didn't mean it, Chu Hao, don't mind," a middle-aged man in a suit said from the side, trying to smooth things over.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Chu Hao's expression improved slightly. He took another bottle of red wine from the table and gulped down two large mouthfuls.

"Come, come, drink, everyone drink!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man smiled and greeted, and the atmosphere became lively again.

After everyone drank a round, the yellow-haired man jumped out again, smilingly saying:

"Haozi, about Yuncheng Technology..."

Chu Hao glanced at him, and didn't speak.

For a long time.

Chu Hao took a large mouthful of red wine, put down the wine bottle in his hand, and slowly said:

"Yuncheng Technology is not so easy to move. It looks like it doesn't have any backing, but there are quite a few people paying attention to it."

"Yes, yes, we all know this, that's why we're asking you for an idea!"

"Yeah, Haozi, tell us, we're all listening to you."

"Yeah, the capital side's estimated market value for Yuncheng Technology now is this number," the middle-aged man in a suit stretched out his right hand, opened his palm and shook it, and said, "As long as we can get even 10%, no, 5%, we'll be set for life."

Hearing these words, a group of people all nodded in agreement.

"500 billion US dollars, it's not so easy to get," Chu Hao took a sip of wine, "We have to plan carefully."

"Alas, although Yuncheng Technology doesn't have any background, it has now closed its window for external financing and doesn't contact any capital institutions at all, it's not easy to handle!"

"That's not necessarily true," Chu Hao revealed a meaningful smile, "Yuncheng Technology doesn't have any weaknesses, doesn't mean the person who owns it doesn't have any weaknesses."

"Haozi, what does that mean?" The yellow-haired man and the middle-aged man in a suit and others immediately perked up.