Char’s voice wasn’t loud, but Hao Jianren, who had been staring at Fang Chenyi and his companion, heard him clearly.

"Hahaha! Still acting tough, are we? If you don’t hand over what you took from us today, you won’t be taking a single step out of here!"

He patted Char’s shoulder, signaling for him not to worry. Then, extending a hand toward Hao Jianren, he said:

"Your boss is the person in charge of Southern Airlines here, right? Get him on the phone, then give it to me."

Fang Chenyi’s tone was frigid. Coupled with the menacing glare from Old Char at his side, Hao Jianren actually felt a flicker of fear. But calling his boss? ’That’s out of the question.’

After a moment, seeing that Hao Jianren had no intention of making the call, Fang Chenyi stopped waiting. He took a quick step forward, his right hand shot out like lightning, and suddenly, Hao Jianren’s phone was in his grasp.

He woke the screen, scanned Hao Jianren’s face, and the phone unlocked.

He found the most recent number in the call history and dialed it.

The call connected, and an impatient voice came from the other side:

"Xiaoren, I’ve already had someone ground that plane. Hurry up and find the item. And whatever you do, don’t let the vice president find out!"

Once the person on the other end finished speaking, Fang Chenyi finally understood. ’So that’s what’s going on. No wonder this Hao Jianren, a mere maintenance supervisor, dared to pull something like this. He has the backing of the person in charge here. That explains everything.’

He raised an eyebrow. ’Looks like I’ll have to clean out these leeches later.’

With that thought, he spoke into the phone in an icy tone, "Are you the one who had my flight grounded?"

The person on the other end was clearly taken aback, then answered in a furious tone:

"Who are you? And why do you have Hao Jianren’s phone!"

Hearing the question, Fang Chenyi replied directly, enunciating each word:

"My name is Fang Chenyi."

The man on the other end was completely baffled. ’Fang Chenyi? Who the hell is Fang Chenyi? I’ve never heard of anyone important with that name.’

While he was still trying to figure it out, the voice on the other end spoke again: 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Heh. You probably haven’t heard of me, but you can call your boss. If your boss hasn’t heard of me either, tell him to ask his superior. Now, I’m giving you two minutes to figure this out. My plane takes off in ten minutes. If you delay my trip, you will bear the full consequences."

After speaking, Fang Chenyi hung up and casually tossed the phone back to Hao Jianren.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the line, the manager wasn’t impressed by what Fang Chenyi had said. Taking off in ten minutes? ’That’s just wishful thinking.’

’Are you kidding me? I was so close to making a little extra cash, and now it’s all gone down the drain? Unacceptable.’

"Fang Chenyi, heh. ’Ask my superior?’ What a load of bull."

He was browsing a Chinese news site on the computer next to him, not a French one.

Shaking his head in contempt, he turned his gaze back to the computer screen.

[Mysterious Chinese Tycoon, Mr. Fang Chenyi, Buys Copper Beast Head for a Staggering 200 Million Euros!]

The man froze when the headline popped up. His mind went blank, especially when he saw the name ’Fang Chenyi’.

’Fang Chenyi... Fang Chenyi... could the plane I grounded belong to this Mr. Fang?’

’But that seems impossible. Didn’t Xiaoren just say the guy was some scrap collector?’

’No, that can’t be right. What kind of scrap collector owns a private jet?’

’Holy crap, maybe it really is him!’

’But then again, so what? Even if he is the Fang Chenyi from the news, what’s that got to do with me?’

As he thought about it, a sliver of curiosity arose. ’Why would someone that rich take a plane part? Could Hao Jianren be trying to keep it for himself?’

Just as he was pondering this, his phone suddenly rang.

He assumed it was Hao Jianren calling again, but to his surprise, the call was from his direct superior.

He quickly answered the phone, his tone respectful.

"Sir, hello! Rest assured, everything here is going smoothly... What?! The group has a new owner?"

After a bit of small talk, President Wang on the other end of the line suddenly changed the subject, getting straight to the major news about the group.

"Yes, the announcement just went out. I’ll send you the new chairman’s file in a moment. The vice president said it’s mandatory to distribute it to every employee. Oh, and this is the senior management version of the file, so edit it before you send it out—don’t leak Chairman Fang’s phone number. And don’t get complacent over there. A new boss always makes his presence felt. You’d best keep a low profile for a while."

"Yes, yes, I’ll arrange for the files to be sent out as soon as I receive them. You don’t have to worry about me, sir. There won’t be any issues. I was even planning a trip back home next month and thought I’d bring you back a local souvenir. Yes, okay. I understand, President Wang."

After he hung up, a file from President Wang quickly arrived via WeChat.

He opened it and his eyes went straight to the photo. He couldn’t help but click his tongue. "Damn, which rich kid is this? Acquiring Southern Airlines at such a young age... Ugh, why couldn’t my dad be Wang Shoufu! Some people are just born winning."

After looking at the photo, he began to read the document. But when he saw the words ’Chairman Fang Chenyi,’ he froze. ’Fang Chenyi? It’s him again?’

’This is the third time I’ve seen the name ’Fang Chenyi’ today!’

The more he thought about it, the more terrified he became. ’It can’t be such a coincidence, can it? But wait, President Wang said the new chairman acquired the group today, so he must be at corporate headquarters right now.’

The thought brought him some relief.

He carefully copied the phone number from the document and saved it to his contacts.

Then, he called Hao Jianren to ask about the situation.

But before Hao Jianren could say more than a few words, that same icy voice from before came through the phone again:

"Heh. It’s been five minutes. What, it looks like you haven’t called your superior yet? Fine. If you won’t, I will."

Without giving the man a chance to reply, he tossed the phone back to Hao Jianren.

He then reached into the woven sack and pulled out a file.

It was a directory of senior management, attached to the back of the share transfer agreement.

[To be continued...]