Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

"You really have a large family business," Jiang Siming said with an official smile.

"Little brother, let's get straight to the point. I'll give you 5 billion. You return these documents to me, and we pretend we never met. A trip here to earn 5 billion should be enough, right?"

When Jiang Siming flipped through the evidence of his company's illegal activities, Jie Wenhao realized that this issue couldn't be solved with just tens of millions of dollars. He had to cut a large piece of flesh to feed this wolf, Jiang Siming, all at once. But unfortunately, this wolf had a big appetite.

"You're dreaming. I'll take the gambling license and the land. You have five minutes to bring your lawyer here for the handover," Jiang Siming said without restraint.

The gambling license and land were just nominal. As long as a transfer agreement was signed, they could legally be owned by him. These two hundred billion yuan assets, Jiang Siming certainly wouldn't let go.

"Little brother, be careful not to choke on your big appetite. Even if you force me to sign the documents, it's useless. If I report you, these two things will lose their legal validity," Jie Wenhao said with a vicious look in his eyes.

No one could accept giving up over two hundred billion at once.

Jiang Siming carelessly raised the evidence files in his hand and said, "Do you think these things have legal validity?"

"You're forcing me, and even a dog will jump over the wall when cornered!" Jie Wenhao angrily said.

Jiang Siming slapped him to the ground and spat a thousand-year-old phlegm on him.

If you call yourself a dog, then I'll treat you like one.

"I haven't even settled the score with you for earlier, and now you're starting to threaten me? Let's see you try to show your claws again," Jiang Siming said.

Jie Wenhao was knocked to the ground by Jiang Siming's slap, his right cheek swelling up, two of his molars falling out, blood mixed with saliva spilling out.

Now Jie Wenhao became obedient and quickly called for the lawyer.

The lawyer worked efficiently, and these two assets were transferred to Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming then asked Jie Wenhao to get a sack and pack the paintings and porcelain for him to take away.

As for the box of money, Jiang Siming wasn't interested. It was just tens of millions, and with over two hundred billion already in his hands, he was satisfied.

"I'll keep these documents for safekeeping. As long as you behave, I'll return them to you intact after a year. But if you dare to make any trouble, don't blame me for making you spend the rest of your life in prison," Jiang Siming said, leaving these words behind. He then put his arm around Ishihara Satomi's slim waist and walked out of the villa with a confident stride.

Before leaving, Jiang Siming inexplicably patted Jie Wenhao on the abdomen twice.

Jie Wenhao couldn't understand at all. His body wasn't in any pain, so what was Jiang Siming's purpose in patting him?

Actually, Jiang Siming secretly disrupted Jie Wenhao's kidney function with that pat. In the future, he'd find it hard to get it up.

The security guards downstairs didn't dare to make any moves when they saw Jiang Siming. They ran faster than rabbits.

Jiang Siming swaggered out of the clubhouse, disappearing into the night.

Back on the fourth floor of the villa, the security guards looked at the mess and the collapsed Jie Wenhao lying on the floor.

"Boss, should we call the police?"

Slap!

"Call your mother! What use is it to have you worthless trash around? Can't even take down one person. Useless! Garbage!"

From the fourth floor of the big villa, Jie Wenhao's voice could be heard, angry but knowing there was nothing he could do.

Meanwhile, Jiang Siming and Ishihara Satomi were walking back to the city, but unfortunately, there wasn't a car in sight. The two could only walk.

"Ouch!"

Because it was dark and hard to see, Ishihara Satomi twisted her ankle on a stone, and the pain made her gasp.

"How clumsy."

Jiang Siming said, making her sit down. He then lifted her long skirt to check the injury on her foot. It was indeed twisted pretty badly, and there was bruising around the ankle.

Jiang Siming gently massaged the injured area, using his energy to help her blood flow and remove the bruise. Soon, the bruise on her ankle faded significantly.

Ishihara Satomi's once pained face gradually became more comfortable, and she even unintentionally hummed a little.

The bruise had faded quite a bit, but there was still some redness and swelling.

The pain had reduced significantly, but to walk normally, such a hasty treatment certainly wouldn't work.

"You'd better go back to the city. I'll go to the pharmacy and buy some acupuncture needles to give you a few treatments, and you'll be fine," Jiang Siming said.

"Thank you, Onisan."

Ishihara Satomi shyly and sincerely thanked Jiang Siming. This Chinese man had once again saved her from danger.

She owed Jiang Siming too much, too much to ever repay.

"Why thank me? In the future, use your brain more, stay away from such disgusting managers, and be more cautious with your choices. Don't get fooled so easily. This time I was close, but if I hadn't been, you would have been in big trouble today."

Ishihara Satomi nodded and said firmly, "I've made up my mind. I will cut ties with my original company and manager. Even if I have to set up my own studio, I don't want to stay in this company anymore."

"Setting up a studio? Come to my company, that works just fine. It's settled. Next week, Huayi will report it. Report my name and they'll give you a 20% discount... no, if you use my name, they'll know how to arrange things for you."

Ishihara Satomi didn't expect Jiang Siming to be the chairman of Huayi. Without much thought, he directly agreed for her to join Huayi.

"Alright, you can't even walk now. I'll carry you," Jiang Siming said, squatting down in front of Ishihara Satomi.

"This... isn't it bad, Onisan?" Ishihara Satomi blushed and said.

"If you don't get on, I'll leave you here," Jiang Siming said, too lazy to be a gentleman. It was more convenient to be a domineering CEO. If she didn't want to, fine, he would leave.

Ishihara Satomi, afraid Jiang Siming might really leave her behind, obediently climbed onto his back.

Once on his back, Jiang Siming immediately felt two soft, tender things pressing against his back, making him a bit distracted.

He then reached his hand to his back and wrapped it around Ishihara Satomi's long, fair legs. The skin and temperature of her legs indicated that the owner of those legs was currently in a conflicted state.

Ishihara Satomi, who was being carried by Jiang Siming, had her high heels removed, revealing her fair, flawless little feet.

Jiang Siming carried her as they walked along the road leading to the city, occasionally looking around to see if any vehicles were passing by.

He could fly back, but carrying Ishihara Satomi would make it difficult, not to mention he didn't plan to let her discover this, as it would be too surprising.

So, avoiding trouble was best, and walking was the simplest option.

Ishihara Satomi, who was lying on Jiang Siming's back, had her heartbeat constantly above 160.

Flushed and with her heart racing, she accepted Jiang Siming's broad, warm back, in the quiet of the night, on the road where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Jiang Siming walked with her on his back, and there were several moments when Ishihara Satomi wished this time would never end. She wanted to keep walking with Jiang Siming forever.

"Onisan..."