Chapter 176: Global Fortune 500, Acquisition Plan

Lu Mengyao simply could not understand Cheng Yao; even if you are rich, you cannot spend money like this.

Even if the company has made hundreds of millions, is it appropriate for you to let us use it like this?

She summed him up in three words: prodigal son.

Such tendencies had been going on for a long time. It was fine when they first met, but later on, he became increasingly uninhibited.

However, who would actually reject a prodigal son?

Cheng Yao only dropped a single sentence—spend more money—which left Lu Mengyao and Lin Kotong blushing from ear to ear.

Lu Mengyao said excitedly, "A limited-edition platinum bag! It's been in my dreams. Why don't you drive, and we go take a look?"

"Why do I have to drive?"

"My legs are weak, and besides, I have a Louis Vuitton custom-ordering privilege, and you don't, hehe..."

"..." Lin Kotong.

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After leaving Gaoke Ziweitang, Cheng Yao did not go to school.

He had no intention of going to school anytime soon because the female classmates were a bit too enthusiastic, so he took a leave of absence to further his training at the martial arts gym.

Under the fine-sounding excuse that the company had business to attend to.

Ever since he appeared on television, the school had been less strict with him. Cheng Yao figured he could still smoothly graduate without attending classes.

At nine in the morning, he arrived at Yurong Building.

Chen Xingyan was sitting on a stool looking like a tomboy, her hair slightly messy, letting out a yawn. It looked like she must have gone to sleep very late last night.

Upon seeing Cheng Yao, a faint smile appeared on her face: "Making an appointment with me so early today? Did the sun rise from the west?"

"You bet. Where is Chen Ruirong?"

"In the shop."

"Let's go. I want to spar with him. I practiced all night, I'm bursting with energy, and I've learned a few different moves."

Having achieved success through a night of study, wasn't he running over early in the morning just to show off?

Every trade has its master; showing off to people who didn't understand was meaningless. Just like showing off in front of Lu Mengyao and Lin Kotong—they would only think you were well-developed in limbs and probably had some serious mental illness.

Inside the elevator, Chen Xingyan played with her mobile phone: "A certain 985 university is making female students accompany international students again. Needless to say, I already know which one it is, and they even went to deny the rumors. Deny my ass, we all believe they are capable of doing such a thing anyway, since it's not the first time."

"This kind of thing is just like cheating; once there's a first time, there are countless times. Damn those international students, they don't contribute a single bit to the domestic front. This whole thing is just like that business with Tsinghua and Peking University."

Cheng Yao understood cheating all too well, because he was a seasoned talent in that field.

Chen Xingyan raised an eyebrow: "A score of just over a hundred points—even a dog could pass the exam—yet they manage to enter Tsinghua or Peking University purely on the strength of a bullshit foreign nationality. No wonder people say they are exporting talent abroad; the scolding is entirely justified."

"Schools are getting worse and worse nowadays. It feels like all the major universities treat international students like ancestors..."

Chatting along the way, the two reached the upper floor. At this hour, some martial arts gyms hadn't even opened. Chen Ruirong came early because he was preparing for Qinghai soon and needed to step up his training.

It was said that going to Qingdao would also involve a support group, though there were only a few people.

The Taekwondo and Karate dojos were closed, so they couldn't go pick a fight.

Inside the martial arts gym, Chen Ruirong was sitting there eating breakfast. Seeing Cheng Yao, he nodded: "I heard from Xingyan that you're participating too?"

"Mm..."

It wasn't that I was dying to participate, but your sister used her sex appeal to seduce me and forced me to join.

Cheng Yao didn't dare say these words to Chen Ruirong's face, otherwise this older brother would very likely trade blows with him in a suicide mission.

"It's the last two days. I'll train you. Change your clothes and warm up."

"Coming."

Cheng Yao changed into his gear, put on his boxing gloves, and started warming up on the side. The resounding thuds of his punches made Chen Ruirong's heart skip a beat.

He glanced at Chen Xingyan: "Has he gained strength?"

"You're asking me, who am I supposed to ask?"

Chen Xingyan rolled her eyes. She hadn't slept with Cheng Yao, so how would she know about such intimate matters?

"You two hang out together every day, and you don't even know this?"

"You had intimate physical contact with him too, why don't you know?"

Chen Xingyan rolled her eyes and walked away in disgust.

Making it sound like she had a very intimate relationship with Cheng Yao—they were merely good friends.

Chen Ruirong looked at the punching bag being battered back and forth, thought for a moment, and ultimately chose self-preservation, silently pulling out protective gear and throwing it on the floor.

It would come in handy when the fight started; he didn't want to go to the competition with a bruised and battered face.

No matter how good one's technique was, chaotic punches were still terrifying.

Especially with someone like Cheng Yao who didn't play by the rules of martial arts, it was better for him to be careful.

"Are you ready? Let's start whenever you are. I'll be the referee."

Chen Xingyan was eager to try, having not been this excited in a long time.

On the ring, Chen Ruirong twisted his neck and asked, "Cheng Yao, how is the company doing lately?"

While speaking, his foot inched forward bit by bit, attempting a sneak attack.

"Pretty good, pretty good, don't you worry about it." Cheng Yao stared at Chen Ruirong, giving him no opportunity at all. If he wanted to disregard martial arts ethics, he had picked the wrong person.

Under his absolute focus, no one could ambush him.

Chen Ruirong smiled awkwardly. Good grief, the guy was like a turtle, not revealing a single flaw.

Although he was an expert, he had never underestimated Cheng Yao. This kid's strength was not to be taken lightly.

So fast!

The moment he blinked, Cheng Yao had already charged forward.

Chen Ruirong hadn't studied martial arts all these years for nothing, and immediately went on the defensive.

Bang!

Even through the boxing gloves, that formidable power made it a bit difficult for him to parry. He gasped and winced!

Chen Ruirong's gaze turned solemn as he stared at Cheng Yao through his gloves. Those fists were bombarding him like a violent storm, thrown without any regard for cost.

Within mere seconds, Chen Ruirong was pinned into a corner without even finding a chance to counterattack, his head buzzing.

"Nice!" Chen Xingyan clapped and cheered.

Chen Ruirong felt a sense of existential despair, wishing he could just pack his bags and leave.

Cheng Yao took a deep breath. Once his blood was boiling, he felt an endless reservoir of power. That fierce drive and primal bloodlust were awakened, making it very easy to get carried away and extremely difficult to suppress.

Going all out, Chen Ruirong was completely unable to parry, which showed just how immense his strength was.

"Bro, are you alright? Aren't you embarrassed, getting beaten up like this?"

Chen Xingyan sat on a stool and teased.

Chen Ruirong twitched the corner of his mouth and shook his hands; the backs of his hands were still numb.

"It's easy to talk when you're just standing there. Why don't you come try?"

"Not a chance."

Chen Xingyan shook her head. Even Chen Ruirong couldn't beat him, let alone her, and besides, Cheng Yao would take advantage of her.

After resting for a while, Chen Ruirong asked, "What's your weight class now?"

"Me? Around one hundred and twenty catties, sixty-something kilograms."

"So light?"

Chen Xingyan chimed in: "That puts you in the welterweight division. During competitions, it doesn't matter whether you have a black belt or practical combat experience..."

"Then you're practically invincible! In the welterweight division, go easy on them when the time comes, don't beat people up too badly."

Chen Ruirong reminded him. Only those who had fought Cheng Yao knew that weight classes didn't matter anymore; the kid had some terrifying strength, heaven knows how he grew it.

Moreover, he suspected that Cheng Yao might still be holding back.

Chen Ruirong said, "I'm in the light heavyweight division. Weight classes exist precisely to keep competitions fair, but I feel like you participating completely breaks the rules."

"..."

Cheng Yao smiled without a word. "This is called being naturally gifted. Shall we continue?"

"Didn't you say you learned some new moves?" Chen Xingyan asked out of curiosity.

Cheng Yao nodded lightly. "It's probably better if I don't use this one on you guys. Let me test it out."

He loosened his joints and then kicked toward the sandbag.

That kick was as fast as lightning, making Chen Ruirong's heart skip a beat.

Cheng Yao raised an eyebrow. "How does it feel?"

"Jeet Kune Do?"

"That's right, awesome right?"

"Awesome. You must be Bruce Lee reincarnated," Chen Ruirong joked with a laugh.

Then he tried other moves, and Chen Ruirong cooperated fully, marveling at Cheng Yao's talent. It felt entirely natural and fluid, with no awkwardness at all.

"This isn't just about having brute strength anymore. If you enter a world tournament, you'll definitely become famous, believe it or not?"

"I believe it."

Cheng Yao was quite confident, otherwise those pills would have been wasted. He said, "To be honest, very few things can make me feel excited nowadays, apart from combat. That's also the reason why I want to give it a try."

"People are just like that; when they have nothing to do, they want to make a name for themselves."

"Let's take a break, then continue."

Chen Ruirong had completely accepted Cheng Yao by now. Looking at Chen Xingyan, he said, "As a master, you're not even as formidable as your student. What a waste of life."

"None of your business, you're just jealous. Once he becomes famous in a single battle, I'll become famous along with him."

During the break, Cheng Yao received a phone call from Fang Liang.

It couldn't be considered good news: Philips Electronics had actually contacted the human resources department, seemingly harboring the intention to acquire Summer Interactive Entertainment.

Cheng Yao was stunned at first, then said, "Turn them down. Just say we're busy, I'm occupied right now. You guys keep following up on your end."

"Got it."

After hanging up, Cheng Yao shook his head. Many companies acted this way nowadays; whenever a small company showed some potential, they tried to pull off an acquisition.

Some bosses were also eager to cash out and sell their companies off.

Cheng Yao had no interest in money, so naturally, he wouldn't sell the company.

To him, the company wasn't just a business, and nobody else knew this.

He remembered Philips; wasn't it a Fortune Global 500 company?

He didn't want to get involved in commercial matters, nor did he want to engage in scheming with those people. He would just develop his company and create his products.

As for dirty tricks, given the company's current status, others were already scrambling to curry favor with him.

Making hundreds of millions in profit a year—it went without saying how massive a contribution that was to the local economy, and this was just a single product. What about when products started multiplying?

As long as he didn't mess up himself and leave behind any vulnerabilities...

In the afternoon, Cheng Yao checked the flights to Qinghai. Since they were traveling, they would surely book first class. He had never flown first class before.

"By the way, we're going to do some sightseeing while we're there. Will you make the travel itinerary or will I?"

"You do it, I don't want to rack my brain," Chen Xingyan said straightforwardly.

Cheng Yao nodded lightly. He didn't practice in the afternoon; after lunch, he returned to Gaoke Ziweitang, playing games while making the travel itinerary.

Soon after, Lu Mengyao called.

She said she was buying a bag and the custom version cost over a million. Cheng Yao clicked on the payment link; it was a Louis Vuitton platinum bag. The details were very clear—this bag cost two million.

Cheng Yao paid via online banking, and the two million was transferred instantly.

Zhang Ya was also beginning preparations for the national competition.

He was also getting ready to start his combat matches.

Truly, everyone had their own lives to live.

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