"Mr. Jiang."

At a private club on the Second Ring Road, the Korean Minister of Economy stood up respectfully, slightly bowing his head, as if he were welcoming a head of state.

Apart from him, the only other person in the room did the same, with a straight back but a head bowed even lower.

Jiang Chen entered the room and nodded in greeting.

"Sit."

Even though he said that, it was only after Jiang Chen sat down that the two guests took their seats again.

Economic Minister Zhao Taihe was already an acquaintance; they had met before at a Yixin Club gathering in Korea, and had frequent meetings during the current trilateral talks. However, the middle-aged man with a crew cut beside him was rather unfamiliar.

"Mr. Jiang, this is Colonel Quan Mingjiang, the commander of the First Air Transport Brigade. He just arrived yesterday."

Air Transport Brigade?

Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but take a closer look at the middle-aged crew cut man. Unlike his playful demeanor when with Princess Cao, Boss Jiang was now calm and inscrutable, exuding an intimidating presence without anger.

As a modern colony, Korea had long been classified as a developed country, yet Wudela Cross.

Mention Korea, and people immediately think of girl groups, movies and TV, or conglomerates.

Does this country even have military personnel?

Of course Korea has military personnel, and the Air Transport Brigade is a prominent representation.

As the name suggests, the Air Transport Brigade involves airborne troops. However, unlike paratroopers in other countries, Korea’s paratrooper units have a strong special forces element, having evolved through several rounds of expansion into an indispensable main combat unit.

The most critical point is that everyone knows Korea almost has no military autonomy, with any action needing to be reported to the so-called United Command, under the oversight of the Statue of Liberty.

And by chance, the Air Transport Brigade is one of the few units not under the command of the United Command, directly controlled by Korea.

You store grain, I store guns, your home is my granary.

Korea is a classic example, clearly a wealthy country by global standards, yet publicly harassed and tormented by a neighboring pauper, unable to rest in peace.

It proves that having money is not enough; one must have weapons too.

The Air Transport Brigade, which can be commanded autonomously, was chosen by fate to become a sharp sword.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Jiang."

Colonel Quan Mingjiang introduced himself formally, with strength and bright eyes, his broad forehead and thick face a marked contrast to the typical reclusive Korean homebody or effeminate idol.

The plan to remove masculinity still has some stragglers.

Having been specifically introduced to him, Jiang Chen was well aware of this Air Transport Brigade leader’s background and replied with a meaningful "Welcome."

Zhao Taihe took over the conversation, "Mr. Jiang, I’m afraid our trilateral talks have been leaked."

Having already received intelligence, Jiang Chen remained unmoved and replied calmly, "There are no walls without leaks in this world. It’s only a matter of time; we’ve secured a valuable period of time." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

After a pause, Jiang Chen asked, "A lot of pressure?"

Zhao Taihe looked troubled and nodded slowly.

Jiang Chen understood his predicament. Although they were both modern colonies, it was different from the Japanese; if ranked by seniority, the Japanese would be the son, while Korea could only be considered the grandson.

It’s unreasonable to want the horse to run without letting it eat grass.

Boss Jiang was never the type of leader who only provided emotional value.

The times have changed.

There are fewer and fewer fools.

Just painting big pictures, who the heck would follow you then?

"The Five-Star Group has officially proposed a plan to enter the shipbuilding industry within six months. Once the project starts, it is conservatively estimated that it will create 100,000 jobs over time."

Zhao Taihe was shocked, his eyes suddenly bursting with light, "Is Mr. Jiang serious?"

At this moment, responding with "A ruler is not to be trifled with" would certainly be fitting, but Boss Jiang was not so arrogant, he merely nodded gently.

The Five-Star Group.

A product born from gathering Lan Peizhi’s estate, integrating and reorganizing, and carrying it forward.

The reason for choosing this name.

It might have the connotation of the Five-Star Red Flag.

Or perhaps it was part of Boss Jiang’s dark humor.

Isn’t a certain conglomerate calling the shots in Korea?

Then just add two more stars.

When internal class solidification becomes almost unbreakable, it often requires external forces to break through.

And the newly risen Five-Star Group is like the tench stirring the conglomerate system, promoting equality in a capitalist society, preventing employees from being reduced to the beasts of conglomerates, and granting respect and human rights to the proletariat. Although it cannot be compared to those deeply rooted conglomerates, it has already established itself as a unique model in Korean society.

From beauty industries, Lan Peizhi’s old business in Korea, to catering and hotels, to film and entertainment, and now to heavy industry manufacturing.

Step by step.

Firmly.

Irresistibly.

Of course.

In any system, the political and business sectors are mutually supportive. The Five-Star Group couldn’t have fought its way through the mountains without official support.

And the Five-Star Group has given the corresponding feedback.

Conglomerates squeeze the people and demand subsidies from above, while the Five-Star Group takes from the people to serve the people, fervently engaging in social charity without asking for a cent of support.

And today, after dropping another heavy bomb, Jiang Chen looked at Colonel Quan Mingjiang and continued, "The Five-Star Group will also donate ten trillion Korean won for the development and construction of the Air Transport Brigade, free of charge."

How much?!

Ten trillion?!

Wait.

That was in Korean won.

Then that’s fine.

Ten trillion won may not be even a drop in the bucket for Boss Jiang, but for the struggling Air Transport Brigade, it is indeed a godsend.

Without needing Zhao Taihe to speak, with a "snap," the only remaining spirited Colonel Quan Mingjiang immediately stood up, saluting Jiang Chen with a military courtesy possibly more sincere than when facing a presidential review.

"Colonel Quan Mingjiang, on behalf of all his Air Transport Brigade colleagues, thanks Mr. Jiang for his generosity!"

It’s just ten trillion won.

One must understand that Korea is genuinely a developed country with world-class economic levels.

Is there really a need to be this excited?

Conglomerates indeed are the root of all evil.

They are like ubiquitous blood-sucking octopuses. Once empowered, they drive their suckers into every crack, greedily and insatiably sucking until the last drop of blood is drained.

"It’s not me. It’s your country’s Five-Star Group."

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Finance Minister Zhao Taihe was visibly excited, thinking of the tremendous economic benefits brought by the Five-Star Group’s entry into the shipbuilding sector, momentarily speechless with excitement.

"Long live the Five-Star Red Flag!"

Colonel Quan Mingjiang tilted his head.

Zhang Taihe reacted with a look of embarrassment.

Soon after, the room filled with hearty and light-hearted laughter.