“Cough, cough…” Liu Xuwen couldn’t help but cough a couple of times; they didn’t have smokers at home, and he had never smelled such strong smoke before.
“Let’s go,” Song Nanqiao didn’t show any change in expression; she just urged Liu Xuwen and continued walking on her own.
Several bosses who were already at the dining table paused their gaze on Song Nanqiao.
They seemed to have never seen this child before, unlike Liu Xuwen, who was famous in the upper class. However, they could clearly sense an inexplicable aura of intimidation around this child, as if she were the protagonist of the gathering.
There was a hint of Wen Guangquan’s taste…
People around them began to cast curious glances at Song Nanqiao.
Of course, Song Nanqiao acted as if she hadn’t noticed anything and found a seat, pulling Liu Xuwen to sit with her.
“How is Mr. Liu’s land doing?” one of the smoking bosses asked with a smile, starting a conversation with Liu Xuwen.
Although Liu Xuwen was young, his prestigious family background made them all want to get to know him.
“It’s not going very smoothly,” Liu Xuwen could clearly tell, but he modestly downplayed the situation.
“And who is this beside Mr. Liu?” The boss turned his gaze towards Song Nanqiao.
“This is…” Just as Liu Xuwen was about to introduce Song Nanqiao, Song Nanqiao pinched him.
“I am Mr. Liu’s secretary,” Song Nanqiao preemptively said to avoid any potential slip-ups from Liu Xuwen.
“I see. Mr. Liu’s secretary must be quite capable,” the boss hesitated for a moment but then smiled in an affable manner, as if he didn’t care.
“Of course.”
“Mr. Liu is too kind,” Song Nanqiao replied politely with a smile.
Liu Xuwen seemed to want to say something more, but the room suddenly fell silent, and the tea-serving waitress stopped her actions, starting to pack up and move towards the door.
“What’s going on?” Liu Xuwen asked.
“The big boss is here,” Song Nanqiao took a sip of tea and calmly sat in his seat.
As expected, it was just as she had expected.
An elderly man in a black Zhongshan suit, surrounded by a group of security guards, entered the room.
“Thank you all for coming today. Having so many people here is a great honor for me,” the old man walked into the room cheerfully, exchanging glances with everyone in the room, wearing a kind and benevolent expression.
When he reached Song Nanqiao, he even smiled at her.
“It’s actually Mr. Xu,” Liu Xuwen seemed surprised.
“Mr. Xu?”
“The city’s largest collector of antique calligraphy and paintings, his family prospered through ancient artifacts, and he’s also involved in various underground dealings with foreign forces. He’s quite influential in the city.”
“I see…”
Song Nanqiao looked at this person again, appearing friendly but ruthless.
…
“I assume everyone here today knows why we’ve gathered,” Mr. Xu sat in his seat and began to speak slowly.
He had a smile on his face, but it sent shivers down people’s spines.
Before he could say another word, some of the bosses couldn’t contain their anger and started speaking up.
“Wen Guangquan has gone too far! Not only does he occupy over 200 square kilometers of the development zone, but he also wants to undermine our market.”
“At this rate, the Wen family will dominate everything.”
“They’ve already dominated everything; it’s just that now they’re becoming even more ruthless.”
“To compete with the military and Mr. Xu for development, they must be overly confident.”
…
Several senior executives began to vent, but it was Mr. Xu who finally reminded them to stop.
“Even if we know what Wen Guangquan has done, what can we do? With our individual abilities, we can’t even lift a finger to topple the Wen family, let alone Wen Guangquan.”
Mr. Xu stroked his beard and, relying on a coalition of several business associations, knew that they couldn’t pose a threat to Wen Guangquan. So he had other plans…
“Cough, cough…” Liu Xuwen couldn’t help but cough a couple of times; they didn’t have smokers at home, and he had never smelled such strong smoke before.
“Let’s go,” Song Nanqiao didn’t show any change in expression; she just urged Liu Xuwen and continued walking on her own.
Several bosses who were already at the dining table paused their gaze on Song Nanqiao.
They seemed to have never seen this child before, unlike Liu Xuwen, who was famous in the upper class. However, they could clearly sense an inexplicable aura of intimidation around this child, as if she were the protagonist of the gathering.
There was a hint of Wen Guangquan’s taste…
People around them began to cast curious glances at Song Nanqiao.
Of course, Song Nanqiao acted as if she hadn’t noticed anything and found a seat, pulling Liu Xuwen to sit with her.
“How is Mr. Liu’s land doing?” one of the smoking bosses asked with a smile, starting a conversation with Liu Xuwen.
Although Liu Xuwen was young, his prestigious family background made them all want to get to know him.
“It’s not going very smoothly,” Liu Xuwen could clearly tell, but he modestly downplayed the situation.
“And who is this beside Mr. Liu?” The boss turned his gaze towards Song Nanqiao.
“This is…” Just as Liu Xuwen was about to introduce Song Nanqiao, Song Nanqiao pinched him.
“I am Mr. Liu’s secretary,” Song Nanqiao preemptively said to avoid any potential slip-ups from Liu Xuwen.
“I see. Mr. Liu’s secretary must be quite capable,” the boss hesitated for a moment but then smiled in an affable manner, as if he didn’t care.
“Of course.”
“Mr. Liu is too kind,” Song Nanqiao replied politely with a smile.
Liu Xuwen seemed to want to say something more, but the room suddenly fell silent, and the tea-serving waitress stopped her actions, starting to pack up and move towards the door.
“What’s going on?” Liu Xuwen asked.
“The big boss is here,” Song Nanqiao took a sip of tea and calmly sat in his seat.
As expected, it was just as she had expected.
An elderly man in a black Zhongshan suit, surrounded by a group of security guards, entered the room.
“Thank you all for coming today. Having so many people here is a great honor for me,” the old man walked into the room cheerfully, exchanging glances with everyone in the room, wearing a kind and benevolent expression.
When he reached Song Nanqiao, he even smiled at her.
“It’s actually Mr. Xu,” Liu Xuwen seemed surprised.
“Mr. Xu?”
“The city’s largest collector of antique calligraphy and paintings, his family prospered through ancient artifacts, and he’s also involved in various underground dealings with foreign forces. He’s quite influential in the city.”
“I see…”
Song Nanqiao looked at this person again, appearing friendly but ruthless.
…
“I assume everyone here today knows why we’ve gathered,” Mr. Xu sat in his seat and began to speak slowly.
He had a smile on his face, but it sent shivers down people’s spines.
Before he could say another word, some of the bosses couldn’t contain their anger and started speaking up.
“Wen Guangquan has gone too far! Not only does he occupy over 200 square kilometers of the development zone, but he also wants to undermine our market.”
“At this rate, the Wen family will dominate everything.”
“They’ve already dominated everything; it’s just that now they’re becoming even more ruthless.”
“To compete with the military and Mr. Xu for development, they must be overly confident.”
…
Several senior executives began to vent, but it was Mr. Xu who finally reminded them to stop.
“Even if we know what Wen Guangquan has done, what can we do? With our individual abilities, we can’t even lift a finger to topple the Wen family, let alone Wen Guangquan.”
Mr. Xu stroked his beard and, relying on a coalition of several business associations, knew that they couldn’t pose a threat to Wen Guangquan. So he had other plans…
