But the difficulty lay in the reality that he was currently living in Huaxia, which made things much more complicated.
An Jingsheng felt somewhat reluctant at the prospect of leaving his home behind once again.
The older he got, the stronger his yearning for his hometown became.
He longed to return to his native land and feel that familiar warmth.
While he could still rely on his various methods to maintain a say in Chengdu for now, what about the future?
An Jingsheng paused in his tracks, his lips curling into a forced smile: "You're right, even the calmest sea will have storms, but how do you know our An Group doesn't have a big ship? If our An Group didn't have some capability, I would be the one following behind today."
Jiang Cheng glanced at the few people following behind them.
To be honest, Jiang Cheng truly admired An Jingsheng quite a bit.
Setting aside external reputation, Jiang Cheng believed that An Jingsheng's methods and strength were definitely several levels higher than Richest Man Wang and the others.
However, it was precisely because of this that Jiang Cheng felt it was even more necessary to secure the An Group as a partner.
People like Richest Man Wang, who were placed in the storefront, could sometimes fall in an instant.
And upon deeper digging, they were nothing more than that.
Of course, Jiang Cheng was certain that the An Group definitely didn't have a 'big ship' backing them.
It was simple: if the An Group had a big ship, they wouldn't stay so low-profile, confined only to a place like Chengdu.
Instead, they would be like Company, going public to raise money.
"Whether you have one or not, you know best. Regardless, I've said my piece. If you give me a hand, I'll definitely support you in the future. We can help each other out; it's up to you how you choose."
Jiang Cheng's sudden directness caught An Jingsheng somewhat off guard.
He had originally thought Jiang Cheng would continue to maneuver around him, but he hadn't expected the other party to be so blunt.
Looking at Jiang Cheng's youthful profile, he couldn't help but be reminded of his own younger self.
Back then, he was also so full of vitality, fighting spirit, and determination.
However, time flies, and he was no longer young.
Facing Jiang Cheng's proposal, a complex surge of emotions welled up in his heart.
An Jingsheng sighed inwardly: "I've grown old..."
If it were in his youth, he would have definitely told Jiang Cheng without hesitation: "Get the hell out of here!"
But now, even though he knew clearly that the An Group wouldn't reach that point, the hypothetical scenario Jiang Cheng mentioned still made him feel worried.
An Jingsheng slowly rubbed the Siberian wolf tooth pendant in his hand, which glinted with a cold light.
This pendant was no ordinary accessory; it was a token gifted to him by a Godfather-level figure of the Great Goose Country's 'Aurora Society'.
It represented a special kind of power and status.
His voice suddenly became low and suppressed.
He revealed more of his trump cards.
"President Jiang, since you've already looked into the An Family, you should know that our 'business' in Great Goose is definitely not as simple as it appears on the surface."
The lights of the exhibition reflected a dangerous glint in his eyes.
An Jingsheng continued: "During the Ruble crash of '98, we held one-third of all hard currency in Russia."
This sentence caused Jiang Cheng's pupils to contract slightly.
This news clearly far exceeded the scope of the intelligence Jiang Cheng had acquired.
Jiang Cheng had originally thought the An Group was only involved in the underground arms trade.
But now it seemed their involvement was far deeper and broader than imagined.
It even involved national-level financial manipulation.
The glass of the display case reflected An Jingsheng's half-smiling face.
"As for intangible cultural heritage..." An Jingsheng suddenly uttered a few syllables in pure Russian.
"In last year's Dunhuang exhibition at the Hermitage Museum in Saint Petersburg, one of the actual curators was also from our An Group."
As soon as those few Russian words were spoken, the system gave a 'ding' notification.
Special environment detected. System rewards Host with 'Russian Proficiency'.
Hearing this prompt, Jiang Cheng shouted in his heart: The system is freaking awesome.
An Jingsheng's pure Russian accent made Jiang Cheng even more surprised.
So, behind the cultural relic exhibitions in Europe, the shadow of the An Family was actually hidden?
He hadn't expected their tentacles to reach into the international black market for cultural relics and the money-laundering industry chain.
Those so-called 'overseas returned' national treasure-level collections probably passed through the An Family's hands in no small number.
No wonder An Xin could have so many collectibles in various parts of Huaxia, many of which were unique pieces.
It seemed there really was a trail to follow.
"Now we can talk about the typhoon." An Jingsheng flicked non-existent dust from his suit cuff, revealing a dark gold family crest embroidered on the lining.
It was a Shu brocade python pattern entwined with an Orthodox cross.
"By the way, when the Siberian cold current comes, even the KGB's helicopters have to borrow our flight paths. Do you still think our An Group needs a big ship?"
Seeing An Jingsheng lay his chips on the table, Jiang Cheng's Sit Like a Divine Bell skill activated once again.
Beneath this surface calm, Jiang Cheng's heart was like a surging ocean.
If their influence in Great Goose Country alone was this strong, then what about a chaotic place like Mexico?
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng didn't have the slightest intention of backing down; instead, an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.
Jiang Cheng's gaze fell on the bulletproof glass of the display case.
He lightly tapped it with his fingertip, and that seemingly indestructible tempered glass actually produced a clear, dragon-like vibration.
Then, Jiang Cheng suddenly recited a line from the 'Hengjiang Song' in a pure Beijing accent, one he often heard from his grandfather.
"One wind for three days can topple a mountain; white waves rise higher than the Wagong Pavilion."
His voice was low and powerful, carrying a sort of otherworldly free-spiritedness and confidence.