At 10:30 PM, a Bentley sped along the Hu Kun Expressway.
Chen Dejun sat in the back of the car, resting with his eyes closed. He recalled his meeting with Ma Liyun that afternoon. The man had been warm and polite, but the moment money came up, he started beating around the bush.
'Damn it, he's even worse than that kid Chen Yansen. Trying to get a bargain? Not a chance!'
Chen Dejun snorted, complaining to himself.
After thinking it through, he let out a long sigh. The courier companies of the Tonglu System had taken over a decade to develop, but their downfall took only a year.
Business warfare was ruthless. Without money or power, there was only one way out: destruction.
In Chen Yansen's eyes, Shentong was probably no different from the likes of Quanfeng, Speed Peak, Guofeng, or Tiantian Express—just another ant to be crushed.
If there was any difference, it was that Shentong was a slightly larger ant, requiring a tiny bit more effort to squash.
