Urban Super Medical Saint

"Thanks to Brother Alon, very good, very good indeed!" Chen Jiateng said, clasping his fists.

"Brother Chen, let me introduce you, this gentleman is Mr. Matsukawa Nozomu, president of the Shinrei Group," Alon introduced.

"Brother Alon, please come in." However, Chen Jiateng seemed not to have heard Alon's introduction and simply gestured for him to enter.

Matsukawa Nozomu's face twitched slightly, his eyes reflecting a cold glint, but his self-control was excellent, and he did not erupt in anger.

Alon gave a dry laugh and, without insisting on the introduction any further, also made a welcoming gesture before they both entered the Chen Family's mansion together.

When Alon and the others entered the Chen Family mansion, a strange glimmer flashed through the surrounding woods.

In the reception room, after the guests and hosts took their seats, Chen Jiateng ordered tea to be served, only exchanging pleasantries with Alon and not bringing up the subject of the oil field at all.

"The Chinese often say, 'No one visits a temple without a cause.' Today, Mr. Matsukawa Nozomu and I have come here to discuss a matter with Brother Chen." Seeing that Chen Jiateng wasn't taking the initiative to ask, Alon spoke up.

"Oh, what matter would that be?" Chen Jiateng could no longer pretend to be confused and looked up at Alon when he heard the words.

"There's also a Chinese saying, 'Honest people don't speak in riddles.' I'll get straight to the point. Mr. Matsukawa Nozomu and I are interested in investing to purchase your farm in Kobang—hopefully, Brother Chen will be willing to part with it," Alon said bluntly.

"Brother Alon, there's another Chinese saying, 'Don't speak falsely in front of the true master.' Underneath that farm in Kobang, there is an oil field. If you're really interested, as long as your price is right, our Chen Family would be happy to work with the Brahmo Family on its development. As for the Shinrei Group, perhaps not," Chen Jiateng replied bluntly, seeing that Alon had been straightforward.

"Developing an oil field isn't something that can be done at the drop of a hat; it requires advanced technology and a market to sell the oil. And Japan, not only does it have the most advanced technology in the world, but it also has a huge oil market. I would still prefer if Mr. Chen would agree to sell us the farm. In terms of price, we can offer one hundred million US dollars," Alon replied, his eyes flickering with hesitation before turning resolute as he looked at Chen Jiateng.

These two reasons he mentioned were just superficial; the real reason, both he, Chen Jiateng, and Matsukawa Nozomu knew very well.

"One hundred million US dollars? Are you joking..." Chen Zhengbin couldn't help but change his expression and slammed the table as he stood up.

"Sit down! You are not in a position to speak here!" Chen Jiateng said authoritatively, looking at Chen Zhengbin.

"Father, they are simply..." Chen Zhengbin began, not satisfied, but eventually, under his father's authoritative gaze, swallowed the rest of his words and sat back down, huffing with anger.

"Brother Alon, if you bring out one hundred million US dollars, I might consider letting you invest, but to buy our farm? That joke has perhaps gone too far," Chen Jiateng replied, this time leisurely picking up his tea, crossing his legs, and speaking in an unhurried manner, as if not the slightest bit angered.

But those who knew him understood that this was Chen Jiateng at his most furious.

"One hundred million US dollars is already a lot. Without an oil field, that farm of yours would barely be worth a few million US dollars at most," Matsukawa Nozomu said, his face showing an expression of disdain.

"Mr. Matsukawa Nozomu, I let you sit here because of Alon's face—nothing more. But that doesn't mean you have the right to speak in my house!" said Chen Jiateng coldly.

"Bastard!" The people behind Matsukawa Nozomu were already quite irritated by Chen Jiateng's lack of respect, and now that Chen Jiateng said Matsukawa Nozomu didn't even have the right to speak, they immediately stepped forward with faces full of anger.

"What? Are you going to start a fight?" Chen Jiateng glanced at the two men coldly, then turned his gaze back to Alon.

Alon gave Matsukawa Nozomu a look, and after Matsukawa Nozomu's expression changed a few times, he eventually waved his hand at his men to stand down.

"One hundred million US dollars is actually not a small amount, after all, we don't know how much oil there is underground, and oil extraction requires significant costs and isn't something that can be accomplished overnight. But since Brother Chen finds it too little, how about we add another fifty million US dollars?" Alon proposed.

"I said it before, Brother Alon, you can buy shares if you want, but I will never agree to transfer them, especially to the Japanese," Chen Jiateng put his teacup down and laid his cards on the table.

"Why must you be so, Brother Chen? As you know, I, Alon, would never make a move without guarantee of reward," Alon's face gradually turned cold, his eyes fixed on Chen Jiateng, his words filled with a threatening tone.

"Why must you insist on pressing others, Brother Alon? I know the Brahmo family has significant power in the military, police, and political spheres, but don't forget that the Chen family is not to be trifled with either. If things really get out of hand, your Brahmo family will definitely have to pay a price," retorted Chen Jiateng sharply.

Alon's expression changed, and after a long silence, he once again smiled and said, "I really don't want both sides to suffer, nor to ignite another bloodbath on this land of Indonesia. I presume you, Brother Chen, would not like to see such a scene unfold either?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiateng's face turned extremely grim, his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging.

Historically, due to the wealth of Chinese people, jealousy and hatred from Indonesians were often sparked, and the colonial Dutch, fearing they couldn't control the Chinese, would occasionally provoke fights between Indonesians and Chinese. Each time it resulted in a bloodbath and rivers of blood.

To this day, although Indonesia has become independent, the rulers still fear the Chinese becoming too wealthy. They not only make it difficult for the Chinese to pursue political careers, but also occasionally oppress them.

Given the Brahmo family's influence in Indonesia, they certainly have the ability to incite another suppression or even a slaughter targeting the Chinese, and especially the Chen family. Of course, with the times having changed, such actions would definitely bring significant international pressure on Indonesia and could cause serious internal turmoil.

If Indonesia cannot withstand the international pressure or settle the internal disturbances, then the Brahmo family, being the instigators, would inevitably be held accountable and bear the consequences.

"No one wishes to be slaughtered at will. If it really comes to that, then we will have no choice but to fight back. Brother Alon, you may try if you wish," said Chen Jiateng after a long while, his face resolute, his voice tinged with sorrow and anger.

"Why must it come to this? How about we settle it like this: since we both belong to Qimen, why don't we resolve it the Qimen way?" Alon looked at Chen Jiateng, his expression changing before he spoke.

Of course, Alon would not want to take that risk unless absolutely necessary.

Although the Brahmo family currently holds significant power in the military, police, and political realms, to progress further and become one of Indonesia's most prominent families, wealth is key.

And what could be a faster way to accumulate wealth than exploiting oil mines? Hence, Alon considered the Chen family's oil field a must-have.