Chapter 153 Not Yet the Time

Things have reached this point. Whether or not we confuse the enemy is a separate matter. The crucial thing is that, given our current situation, the enemy will undoubtedly formulate a strict plan. At this early stage when their plans are just beginning to take shape, if we adjust our plans prematurely, they will inevitably adjust theirs accordingly, which would minimize their losses. Conversely, if we secretly and intensely rally our allies while nonchalantly maintaining our current state to let the enemy's plan proceed step-by-step, the situation will be entirely different.

When the moment comes to suddenly launch a counterattack, our posture will transform in an instant. The enemy will be forced to revise their plans, and at that juncture, they will find themselves in the awkward position of having to scramble for days to cope with the sudden turn of events.

This will create a temporary vacuum in the enemy's strength. Striking back by taking advantage of this window is how we can achieve greater victory and secure better gains.

Moreover, this struggle is comprehensive in nature. It is useless for just one company to be on edge. No matter how anxious we are, facing the absolute superiority of the East Pacific Corporation will only alert the enemy that their objectives have been exposed. They would then seize the opportunity to launch an attack prematurely, before we have fully prepared ourselves.

Those bastards are also quite proficient at the strategy of divide and conquer, and they cannot be underestimated.

Vice President Su was deeply worried. What if the enemy launched an attack in the middle of the night?

Yang Changfeng asked in surprise, "We aren't going public in New York. As for the pitiful amount of shares the company has on the stock market, even if they took all of them, what percentage would that be? Not even half a percent, right? At most, it would cause panic among shareholders and make the stock market pessimistic about us. What's such a big deal about that?"

Vice President Su patted his forehead, realizing he had indeed been frightened out of his wits.

That was true. What good would it do to stay and guard the company?

Yang Changfeng said, "The most important thing is safety. I can guarantee that this fellow Hols came along with East Pacific. Whatever company East Pacific wants to acquire as a foothold, Hols will strike first with assassinations to create panic. These reckless scoundrels have gone completely mad this time by playing such a game, and I can conclude that they will all meet their doom here."

Vice President Su could not help complaining, "Director Yang, the critical issue is our own safety. Even if all these people are eventually killed, what use will it be if our company vanishes into thin air? No one will pity us; the market will instantly choose new followers. We cannot be selfless to that extent!"

That was a given. Yang Changfeng believed that people would show up soon. Banks and government agencies would undoubtedly spare no effort to support Chen Aijia. Otherwise, if things became truly unbearable and Chen Aijia simply sold off the company to avoid ending up with nothing, the joke would be on a massive scale.

It is not that we are begging anyone to help us, but rather that they are helping themselves! If the skin does not exist, what can the hair adhere to?

The domestic economic order, especially the financial order, must be safeguarded so that they can continue to make money for the long term. If the domestic financial market were to be controlled by the white-skinned pigs, no one would have a good life. The days of being slaves are days our people have lived through once, and we refuse to live them again.

"Keep a sum of money—ten billion is about enough. When the time comes, I'll let these bastards know what it means to mess with the wrong people!" Yang Changfeng tapped his fingers against his arm as a thought occurred to him. Conveniently, that matter was something he had only learned about in the second half of last year.

In Southeast Asia, there is a financial entity that practically controls the entire Southeast Asian rubber market. The market capitalization of this company is quite small, amounting to less than one billion RMB. It is said that this company is a crucial key held by the Rothschild family to control the Southeast Asian rubber market.

Once war breaks out domestically, Southeast Asia will inevitably be affected. If we take advantage of these bastards while they are caught off guard, swallow this company in one gulp, and turn around to present it as a gift to the state, the benefits Chen Aijia receives will go far beyond mere wealth. She will leap to become a red-cap tycoon standing on equal footing with those economic overlords.

The five hundred million of Yang Changfeng's own funds was originally intended to be used for this very endeavor. Having been busy lately, he had almost forgotten about such a massive sum. Remembering it now, he decided to gift it to Chen Aijia.

A marriage certificate is priceless. Compared to that little red booklet, what is one billion?

Right, I need to call my aunt.

Thinking and doing—this was always Yang Changfeng's style.

He walked outside to make the call. The other end was noisy with indistinct activity, and his aunt said with a chuckle, "Well, well, the little ingrate actually remembers to call me?"

"I'm married!" Yang Changfeng first reported the good news.

His aunt almost failed to believe her ears and exclaimed in shock, "What did you say? Say that again!"

"I said, Chen Aijia and I got married. We got our marriage certificate today. You can go check. You shouldn't be unable to check my marital status, right?" Yang Changfeng said speechlessly. "So, please return my money. We might not have enough funds this time since we're going to cross swords with Soros."

His aunt was very loyal and immediately beamed with joy, "Alright, kid! Fine, I'll verify it right away. As long as it's true, I'll give you even more—wait, what did you say? Go to war with Soros?"

Yang Changfeng vaguely replied, "Never mind that. Just take care of the business and don't get involved in this struggle."

His aunt fell silent for a moment before saying decisively, "Alright, all that money of yours will be given to you in full, and I'll chip in a bit more. I trust you won't lose out. Also, have a child soon—that's a major event. I won't say much else; I'm in Africa right now."

What was she running off over there for?

"You'll know in a few days. Alright, I have to go audit some accounts. You attend to your business, and remember, focus on making a baby. Did you hear me?" With that, his aunt hung up the phone.

Yang Changfeng paced back and forth in the corridor twice, smoked a cigarette, and received a text message notification: the over five hundred million US dollars in his Swiss bank account had been unfrozen. As of today, he was a wealthy man worth more than half a billion.

Yet, Yang Changfeng had lost all concept of money. He was now wondering whether he should contact his old comrades.

They were extremely well-informed. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would surely catch wind of it. Especially with the "Black Gold" moving out this time, they would definitely follow along to see what was happening.

After pondering for a long time, the company employees had all left work. Chen Aijia and Anya had been standing behind him for quite a while. Yang Changfeng finished a whole pack of cigarettes, fiercely hurled the empty box into the trash can, and muttered to himself, "No, now is not the time yet!"

Contacting them was a matter of sooner or later, but not right now.

He could not let them know where he was currently or what he was doing. After a while—just wait a little longer—when the opportunity was right, he would naturally meet with them!

Yang Changfeng dared not trust his teammates right now, nor could he trust anyone at all. Each of them posed a massive risk, especially at this moment.