"Hahaha... I'll send you the photos."
Qing Sihai's phone was on speakerphone. He held it up and sent a photo of Qing Muye to Antony, laughing wantonly. "Look at him now, it's truly satisfying."
Seconds after the message was sent, Antony received the photo.
He frowned as he opened it. "Tsk tsk... he looks so miserable. If it weren't for half his face, I'd doubt if he was Qing Muye."
"Who isn't?"
"Leaving him that wretched life might be useful later," Antony said, stroking his chin. "It seems that young Song Jun is quite ruthless. However, his abilities should not be underestimated. Protect him well for now, otherwise losing a key general would be a significant loss."
"He was so close to Qing Muye and couldn't kill him. Are you sure he's trustworthy?"
Qing Sihai was exceptionally cautious and suspicious of anyone associated with Qing Muye.
This included Song Jun.
"You can only say that Qing Muye is lucky. My man personally witnessed him being shot three times in the heart, yet he still didn't die."
Antony shook his head and sighed. "But even if he didn't die, he's crippled and no longer a threat. It's just that in the future, I'll have one less opponent, which might feel a bit empty, hahahaha..."
"That makes sense."
Qing Sihai chuckled along.
In the past, Qing Muye's survival was his greatest threat. To seize control of Songyu Group, he had even gone to great lengths to find Qing Muye's biological child.
During the three months of Qing Muye's disappearance, even without the support of his biological child, he had easily taken over Songyu Group.
He disdained raising the offspring of that slut, Shu Yao.
Looking at the child, he would be reminded of how Meng Jingwei had crippled him, making him want to strangle that little bastard with his own hands.
After discussing Qing Muye, Qing Sihai's thoughts turned to more pressing matters. "I'm planning to acquire Huajun Technology, which is under Qing Muye's name. Huajun Technology is currently focusing on system development in the drone field, and it's nearing completion. Once successful, it will represent a qualitative leap in military and aviation endeavors. If..."
"Just say it, how much?"
As soon as Qing Sihai spoke, Antony knew he was about to ask for money.
"Huajun Technology's core asset is its drone technology. I heard Qing Muye previously invested tens of billions in research and development. We can either find a way to acquire Huajun, or directly purchase the drone's TCO system. However, either way, it will require a significant amount of money."
He didn't state an exact figure, only giving Antony a general idea.
After all, Antony held the purse strings, and he himself had no leverage.
"Do you think I'm a walking ATM? Since you took over Songyu Group, I've poured in a hundred billion into various projects. Now you're asking for tens of billions more? Do you think my money can be infinitely replicated?"
Antony slammed the table in anger, losing his temper. "It's been three months, and I've only seen a few million in dividends. How long will it take for my money to break even?"
"You have the majority stake in the project investment, and all stable income will be yours. But don't we need some time?"
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. I..."
An enraged Antony berated him, but his words were cut off by Qing Sihai. "When are you coming to Lancheng? It's been a long time, I miss you."
Antony...
He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, his sapphire blue eyes gleaming. He couldn't help but chuckle. "Do you miss me, or do you miss 'little brother'?"
Qing Sihai's handsome face contorted with disgust, but he maintained a casual demeanor. "It makes no difference."