"Dai Xiao, the company belongs to my Xu Family. If you don’t want to invest, you can leave. Why get angry?"
Xu Mu walked over with a smile and sat beside Xu Ningbing.
Nangong Yao followed Xu Mu and took a seat nearby.
"Old man, what’s going on? Give me the rundown."
Xu Mu glanced at Xu Shou and asked.
"The Shen Family wants to acquire a 10% stake, the Nangong Family 20%, and the Dai Family 50%."
Xu Shou paused before continuing, "Not only that, they also want to restructure the board."
Hearing this, Xu Mu sneered inwardly. They were truly being greedy.
Restructuring the board while holding such large stakes would essentially reduce the Xu Family to working for them.
They could easily kick the Xu Family out at any time.
"Xu Shou, this is the norm. Look at successful large corporations—their shares are highly diversified."
Dai Xiao pulled out a pack of Huazi cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a drag.
"It may be the norm, but your offer is ridiculously low. Thinking you can buy 80% of us for a mere ten billion? Dream on."
Xu Shou crossed his arms, his tone growing icy.
"This valuation is based on my calculations. We’re not investing in the Xu Family Group—only the pharmaceutical division."
Ren Fuhai adjusted his glasses while looking down at the documents in front of him.
"Your calculations must only account for the profits from the weight-loss drug, right? Who told you that’s our only product?"
Xu Shou replied calmly.
At this, the three men across from him widened their eyes in shock.
Judging by Xu Shou’s confidence, did they have another blockbuster drug in the works?
"Dad, you’re talking too much. Let me make a proposal."
Xu Mu suddenly turned to Xu Shou.
"Go ahead."
"We’ll only offer 10% of our pharmaceutical company for outside investment. Since we’re all from Jiangbei, we should share the wealth."
Xu Mu smiled at the three men. "If you disagree, then there’s no point in further discussion. I’m sure plenty of others would jump at the opportunity."
"Fine, I’ll go with your suggestion." Xu Shou nodded.
"Xu Shou, think carefully! This is Yang City, not Jiang City!"
Dai Xiao gripped the edge of the table and, with a sharp crack, tore off a piece as if it were cardboard.
"This may be Yang City, but it’s still part of the Dragon Nation!"
Xu Ningbing’s voice was cold and deliberate.
Crack!
She tore off a piece of the table herself and tossed it onto the surface, her demeanor radiating dominance.
Dai Xiao stared at her in disbelief.
This woman… was she also a martial artist?
Shen Hong and Ren Fuhai exchanged uneasy glances. The Xu Family had been hiding their true strength.
"Interesting. Stumbling into martial arts and now thinking you’re invincible?"
Dai Xiao scoffed. "We’ll see about that!"
"Xu Mu! Where’s Xu Mu?"
Just then, a woman’s voice called out from a distance.
Xu Mu turned and saw Jiang Huihui approaching, so he stood and waved. "Over here!"
Jiang Huihui, dressed in casual wear with her hands in her pockets, strode toward them. "I came to eat. Why hasn’t the banquet started yet?"
"Huihui-jie!"
Nangong Yao’s face lit up with excitement, and she rushed over.
Before she could hug Jiang Huihui, the latter pressed a hand against her forehead to stop her.
"What are you doing here, kid?" Jiang Huihui sighed.
"I’m here to purge evil!"
Nangong Yao covered one eye dramatically. "And I’ve already succeeded once!"
"Keep at it, then. If you need help, I’ll lend you a broom later."
Jiang Huihui pushed Nangong Yao aside and walked toward Xu Mu.
Ren Fuhai’s expression shifted to one of reverence as he stood and bowed slightly. "Miss Jiang."
Shen Hong and Dai Xiao exchanged glances.
While others might not know, they were well aware that Ren Fuhai had married into the Nangong Family—wedding the daughter of the Nangong patriarch.
By seniority, he was on par with Dai Xiao’s father, the head of the Dai Family.
Yet he showed such deference to this young woman. Who exactly was she?
"Oh, it’s you."
Jiang Huihui gave Ren Fuhai a cursory glance before turning back to Xu Mu. "Hurry up and start the banquet. I’m starving."
"Huihui, be serious. We’re being threatened here."
Xu Mu chuckled, gesturing to the others.
"Who’s threatening you?"
Jiang Huihui scanned the group.
"We’re not! The Nangong Family is here for business discussions," Ren Fuhai quickly clarified.
"Right, just business," Shen Hong added.
He wasn’t a fool—he wouldn’t have gotten this far if he were.
If someone of Ren Fuhai’s status treated this woman with such respect, her background must be extraordinary.
He hadn’t expected Xu Mu to have connections like this.
Dai Xiao stood and left without another word. Without knowing the woman’s identity, he didn’t dare push things too far.
But his warning stood—if the Xu Family refused to cooperate, they’d face consequences.
Even a mighty dragon couldn’t suppress a local serpent, and the Xu Family was no dragon. Yang City was his territory.
"Dad, let’s eat. We’ve laid out our terms. If they refuse, others won’t."
Xu Mu grinned. "I’m sure investors from Jiangbei—and even other provinces—would be eager to jump in."
"Agreed."
Xu Shou nodded, then turned to Shen Hong and Ren Fuhai. "Gentlemen, let’s eat first."
Ren Fuhai forced a smile. "Mr. Xu, I’ll pass. I came for business, but since you have other drugs in development, your valuation needs reassessment."
Xu Shou smiled knowingly. The "other drugs" Ren Fuhai referred to were likely Jiang Huihui herself.
"Suit yourself. I’ll see you out." Xu Shou didn’t press the matter.
"No need. You have other guests to attend to."
Ren Fuhai glanced at Nangong Yao. "Xiao Yao, come home with your uncle."
"No! I’m staying with Huihui-jie!"
Nangong Yao clung to Jiang Huihui’s arm.
Jiang Huihui massaged her temples before relenting. "Go on. I’ll send her home later."
"Understood, Miss Jiang."
Ren Fuhai bowed again and left.
Shen Hong was itching to follow and ask who this woman really was.
Without knowing her identity, he couldn’t make informed decisions.
But since he wasn’t close to the Nangong Family, he’d have to ask his daughter to investigate later.
Once the food was served, Xu Shou sat with the top-tier businessmen.
Meanwhile, Xu Mu’s table was mostly women, with Su Ruiming as the only exception.
Nangong Yao squeezed between Xu Mu and Jiang Huihui, while Meng Wanyue sat on Xu Mu’s other side.
Shen Wanning and Guo Xiao were also present.
Earlier, Fang Chu had tried to join but was shooed away by Guo Xiao.
Mu Qingying hesitated for a long time before finally taking a seat as well.
Dai Xiao had clearly stormed off in anger—likely because Xu Mu had provoked him.
Was it because of her? Had he deliberately made things difficult for Xu Mu?
Jiang Huihui, however, paid no mind to the other women’s thoughts.
She had already picked up her chopsticks and was devouring the food with gusto, manners be damned.
Beside her, Nangong Yao enthusiastically followed suit.
Su Ruiming felt a bit nervous surrounded by so many beautiful women.
It seemed that after these days of seclusion, Xu Mu had leveled up his game.
In the past, it was always Xu Mu shamelessly taking the initiative to sit at women's tables.
But this time, without saying a word, the girls had all come to sit beside him on their own.
He decided he needed to learn a few tricks from Xu Mu.
......
After eating for a while, Jiang Huihui clutched her stomach and groaned, "Ah! I'm so full!"
"You ate too fast. There are still more dishes coming," Xu Mu said with a laugh.
"You guys are the ones eating too slowly."
Jiang Huihui grabbed Nangong Yao beside her. "Let's call it a day. I'm taking this girl home—we can handle the registration stuff another time."
"Let me walk you out," Xu Mu offered politely.
"Sure!"
Jiang Huihui accepted without hesitation.
Xu Mu swallowed his words, his throat bobbing slightly. It seemed she had something else to say to him.

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