Chapter 198 Loyalty and Gratitude
"You should show up tomorrow."

Xie Jing Xing let out a breath and threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

Cheng Sen simply nodded: "Then I'll go."

"Go to the Ferris wheel and wait for me for an hour." Xie Jingxing said this and returned along the same route.

Cheng Sen stood there and watched him walk away, then looked back at the huge Ferris wheel in the sky overlooking the entire city, slid his lighter to light a cigarette and inhaled it deeply into his lungs.

Last year, his colleagues tried to start with people around Xie Jingxing and trick Song Anli's younger brother in his hometown in Chaoshan into taking drugs, but failed.

Liu Qiming and Li Yan rushed to Chaoshan to coordinate and contacted a local tyrant named Yan in Guangdong and Guangxi to help behind the scenes. He was almost threatened to act as a white glove, and that night he hit and killed his colleagues with a dump truck.

Then Xie Jingxing's father Xie Cheng personally took action and ordered Liu Qiming to go to Beijing to report in his real name. He used drastic measures to send the backers of those colleagues to prison, making a contribution to the fight against corruption.

After this incident, he felt deeply the power of the Xie family father and son, and at the same time took the opportunity to establish contact with them.

At the end of last year, Liu Qiming took the initiative to contact me and donated two million to his foundation. He didn't say anything at the time, but obviously there is no free lunch in the world.

As expected, last month Xie Jingxing asked him a question - Do you want to go ashore?
Cheng Sen slowly exhaled a smoke ring, which floated up in the halo of the street lights.

Whether it was killing people personally or human trafficking, they were insignificant and could be washed clean at any time, but the nearly 100 billion assets transferred abroad in the name of the foundation and the people behind these 100 billion assets would not allow him to jump ship and go ashore.

But when he received the message from Xie Jingxing, he still dropped his business, used all his strength to fly to Singapore immediately, and carefully prepared for the appearance ceremony.

"It seems to be working pretty well."

Cheng Sen whispered to himself, and at the same time repeated carefully in his mind every sentence that the two of them had just spoken, without any problem.

"Sir, smoking is prohibited here. You are breaking the law." An old lady came closer and reminded him.

Cheng Sen took out two hundred Singapore dollars as a fine: "Sorry, I may have to make an important decision tonight, and I am a little emotional."

"Thank you for your cooperation and I wish you all the best."

The crumpled cigarette butt drew an arc and hit the trash can, some ash fragments fell, and the young man strode away in the evening breeze, walking faster and faster.

In the distance, a huge Ferris wheel that can be seen from any angle slowly turns, and the flashing neon lights illuminate the night sky.

"it's beautiful."

Chen Huiling rested her chin on one hand, looking lazily into the distance with her head raised.

Xie Jingxing drank the last sip of wine: "Friendly reminder, you have to deal with due diligence tomorrow."

"You're so annoying." Chen Huiling sat up and sorted her belongings.

Xie Jingxing defended himself: "This is social etiquette. It's impolite to let the lady say goodnight first."

"What if the lady is not satisfied?" Chen Huiling asked.

“Don’t ask a lady if she’s single. If she likes you, she’ll find a way to be single.”

Xie Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "Similarly, if the lady is not satisfied, she will find a way to continue the activity."

Chen Huiling was speechless. This is what a playboy is like. He is obviously good at arousing the thoughts of the opposite sex but never takes the initiative.

They both drank at the table, and the remaining half glass of orange-red wine was tacitly ignored. It was better for them to be friends.

"Damn Cheng Sen!"

After sending Chen Huiling to the car, Xie Jingxing couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Yesterday at Tencent headquarters, Martin Lau mentioned WhatsApp mobile payment, and his suggestion of a 'divestiture plan' was not a spur-of-the-moment idea.

As early as the end of last year when he came to Singapore, he had considered doing something, so he sent a message this morning asking Cheng Sen to come here to meet him.

This guy played the role of a bartender and tried to match people up with each other, but he ended up causing more trouble than help, which led to some awkward situations between him and Chen Huiling.

However, being able to find out where he is in such a short time means that being well-informed is valuable. I hope his patience is not wasted.

The Ferris wheel operates until 11pm, and Cheng Sen booked the entire cabin just in time to catch the last ride.

It was quiet and silent late at night. As the pod turned and rose into the air, the entire city became a bunch of unrecognizable lights in the field of vision.

"I want to set up a secret fund in Southeast Asia." Xie Jingxing stood by the glass window and stated the key point directly.

Cheng Sen leaned back against the armrest, raised his chin and looked up at the sky: "What can I do for you?"

"You will be in charge of this fund, which will include conventional venture capital, equity divestiture and proxy holding, as well as some malicious investments." Xie Jingxing said bluntly.

Cheng Sen has an academic background from a prestigious American university and has been running a charitable foundation for many years. Although he is a white glove, he is no stranger to the ways of financial capital.

Conventional venture capital is easy to understand. Equity divestiture and proxy holding are mostly used as firewalls to isolate financial risks, and have other functions in certain specific circumstances.

Finally, malicious investment is not a good thing literally. For example, investing in the parent company's competitors may result in the competitor being destroyed from within.

When raising funds, many companies have to sign an "exclusive agreement" with venture capital institutions. If they invest in us, they cannot invest in other peers. There is also a "reverse due diligence" component for venture capital institutions.

These programming techniques, which have become templates, are the blood and tears history of countless companies that have been killed by capital manipulation.

"Got it. This venture capital firm has nothing to do with you."

Cheng Sen sorted out his thoughts and decided to still act as a white glove, but at least he didn't need to consider the obvious risks.

Killing people with knives or guns is a serious crime in any country in the world, but killing people with money is not.

The financial crisis has created a tsunami that has swept the world. The rate of gun ownership among the public in the United States has soared, unemployed homeless people are everywhere, millions of migrant workers have returned to their hometowns, and Europe has yet to recover from the debt crisis.

I don't know how many people died because of this, and the criminal price that capital paid for this was just that the CEOs of Wall Street giants were interrogated by the congressmen at the congressional hearing and sweated a few times. They said they were deeply sorry and put two unlucky guys in prison for reflection.

That’s right, two. There are only two unlucky guys on the entire Wall Street who are responsible for the financial crisis!

However, the bodies of several leaders of the passionate student protesters who shouted "Occupy Wall Street" were found a few years later.

Financial capital helps promote the progress of human civilization and should be given special preference. If the cost of financial violations is too high, who will inject vitality into the economy and stimulate social development?

Do we expect those opportunistic students who want to get scholarships by protesting and proudly write in their interview resumes that they have fought for the rights of ordinary people?

Cheng Sen raised his hand and pressed his temple, unable to help but pull the corners of his mouth to smile mockingly. In comparison, he was really a low-level white glove. Now an opportunity to go ashore and master advanced gameplay was within reach.

"What should I do?" he asked sincerely.

Xie Jingxing looked at him and said, "Come with me tomorrow to look at some investment projects."

"I...may need to set up a professional venture capital team." Cheng Sen felt uneasy.

Xie Jingxing chuckled: "Of course, I will give you an investment list and formulate investment projects regularly."

It’s enough for Cheng Sen to use his connections to do dirty things. To expect him to do a good job in professional investment projects is to blame his master for being blind.

Xie Jingxing believed that his management skills had improved since his rebirth, at least reaching the third level of Old Xie's skills, and he was almost able to know how to use people well.

For the time being, this secret fund is mainly used to invest in Southeast Asian companies. Cheng Sen will be a tool and invest in projects one by one according to the instructions he inputs. As for malicious investment, there will be opportunities to use it in the future, not just malicious investment.

There is a term in the secondary market called "northbound funds", which refers to foreign funds flowing into the domestic secondary market through the Hong Kong Stock Exchange.

Since technical indicators of Asian financial markets such as Singapore's 'FTSE China Index' are highly aligned with international markets and capital is more sensitive than in China, northbound capital can usually come in when the domestic market is good and run away in advance when the market is bad.

In the long run, the direction of northbound capital flows has become a technical indicator in a sense, and the leeks follow the trend.

Therefore, domestic funds like to move the money abroad first, disguise it as northbound funds and then flow back to the domestic market to manipulate market sentiment.

Some national teams also do this when the market is impotent and enters the market to support the bottom.

The same goes for the dollar funds in the primary market. Clean and dirty domestic capital goes abroad and returns to China through dollar funds. Not only are they all clean, but they can also pretend that foreign capital has great confidence in the domestic market.

It is highly feasible, but in fact this is far from Xie Jingxing’s core demand. He wants asset divestiture!
Taihe and Xiyou have been given distinctive personal symbols by him, which has brought more benefits than disadvantages in China, and he can take advantage of the momentum in whatever he does.

On the contrary, abroad, just like WhatsApp is in the hands of Tencent, everyone is willing to spy, and such local protectionism is prevalent all over the world.

He needed an isolation layer that had nothing to do with 'Xie Jingxing' to control Vietnam's cultural entertainment, Malaysia's food, clothing, housing and transportation, India's mobile payments, and the United States' Internet cloud data.

The Xie family also needs to spread their eggs across the country, Singapore, and even New Zealand.

The old mother insisted on establishing the Singapore Taihe Family Office, which helped Mr. Xie to create a way out during the rapid growth period of Yunshan Group. She herself lived in New Zealand for a long time, buying land and islands to store gold, and also creating a way out for her son's future.

Now it is Xie Jingxing's turn to take over this job and create a back-up plan. He chose to register in Saudi Arabia in the Middle East, with the main body in Singapore.

It doesn’t matter if Southeast Asia is chaotic, choose a more chaotic place.

"You have to die first."

As the city scenery approached, Xie Jingxing said with a headache.

Cheng Sen thought he had heard wrongly: "What do you mean?"

"Go back to the Middle East, build a fake grave, hire two people to carry your coffin and cry for your funeral, and change your name." Xie Jingxing said specifically.

Cheng Sen remained silent. If this little trick worked, he could do it himself.

"Let your parents immigrate to New Zealand, contact her about your matter, and get it done before the end of the year."

Xie Jing Xing took out the note he had written in advance: "Call the boss lady twice, if she is happy, she might give you a new name herself."

"Okay, boss!"

Cheng Sen's heart tightened and his lips moved. He swallowed with all his strength and uttered a few words with difficulty. From today on, he was a domestic dog.

The aftermath of the domestic change of leadership is gradually subsiding, and it is the turn of the white gloves far away in the Middle East to be liquidated. They can jump off the boat and go ashore, even if they have to walk on the shore and get their shoes wet, it is better than capsizing and drowning.

At least his parents can enjoy their old age in peace, and he has a clear conscience when they show off their son to others with pride.

"good night, see you tomorrow."

The Ferris wheel circled in the air and returned to the ground. The neon lights went out. Xie Jingxing suddenly remembered something strange and asked, "By the way, is there anything in the sky? Why do you keep looking up?"

"I'm looking at you, guiding me in the direction to go." Cheng Sen nodded slightly, solemnly.

"..."

Xie Jingxing opened his mouth but no sound came out. A strong competitor had appeared and Liu Qiming's position as the chief eunuch of the palace might be lost.

"Wow."

Xie Jingxing left gracefully, and Cheng Sen sat down on the side of the road and vomited continuously.

A few minutes later, a car quietly stopped in front of us. The window rolled down to reveal a cold and hard face wearing sunglasses: "Get in the car."

"Can you give me a hand? I'm afraid of heights and my legs are weak." Cheng Sen grinned.

Li Yan threw the paper wrapping to him through the window without any reaction: "I thought you were scared to death."

"Boss Xie gave sweet dates, and slapping is your job."

Cheng Sen's heart was as clear as a mirror. He barely got up from the ground, opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat and discussed with others: "Look, I'm in this state. Can you skip this part of the process?"

"This is a gift from your boss. Open it and take a look." Li Yan raised his chin.

Cheng Sen opened the small wooden box on the windshield, and inside was an ancient red cross. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Redemption?"

"If you can't be redeemed, you'll go to hell, so don't let your boss down."

Li Yan sighed helplessly: "I'll help you clean your ass. Let me tell you how much shit you've pulled over the years."

It is not difficult to clear Cheng Sen's name, but it is very troublesome. Xie Jingxing has to use his personal connections through Yu Tong who is far away in the United States, and ask friends to ask friends to do it in a roundabout way, and he cannot come forward directly.

The same is true for the process of setting up a secret fund, which requires the use of Cheng Sen’s personal connections and involves many discordant operations.

The reason why Xie Jingxing went to so much trouble to get him was because the charity foundation shell that this guy had set up in the Middle East was quite technical.

Snakes have their own ways and rats have their own paths. Cheng Sen was not able to solve the problem from the root like Xie Jingxing did, so people who knew that he was faking his death did not dare to investigate further.

But he can violently destroy certain physical or witness evidence, and use piles of shit to pile up into mountains to make things very complicated, knowing that if there is a problem, it will take at least a year or two to find out the answer through a detailed investigation.

Li Yan was next appointed as the military supervisor, watching how he built up the secret fund.

"Actually, there's really no need to go through so much trouble. My parents are going to immigrate to New Zealand to serve our old lady. What else do they need to hold me down?"

Cheng Sen said bluntly: "If you think there is something wrong with me, it would be easy for you to just shoot me."

The process of setting up a secret fund is the process of whitewashing one's identity and then staining it again. In his opinion, this little handle is not worth mentioning.

"You'd better think about what your sister said. Adoption won't work...I have a cousin who is very close to me." Cheng Sen kept on rambling.

Li Yan was upset after hearing this. He was a bodyguard and now he had to work as both an assistant and a royal guard. It was so annoying.

Unfortunately, my wife works at Yunshan Group and leads a leisurely life, while my child studies in a middle school sponsored by Yunshan Group.

My parents who live in the village receive rice, flour, and soybean oil personally delivered by Mr. Xie during the holidays. A few days ago, my wife called and said that their department is organizing a half-month trip to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand, and family members can be brought along.

In short, from the moment he was sent to be Xie Jingxing's bodyguard, his mind was not imprinted with a steel seal, but four big words were tattooed on his spine - repaying gratitude with loyalty.

If you can't do this, your ancestral graves will easily be destroyed.

"You look like a slave!" he cursed viciously with disgust.

Cheng Sen was not ashamed but proud of it. He was beaming with joy and said, "Hey, you're right. I will definitely ask our mistress to give me a new name. How about the same last name as yours?"

"You should just have the surname Liu!" Li Yan cursed without thinking.

(End of this chapter)