Chen Zhonghe did not notice that not far behind him, a silver-gray Volkswagen Langyi had stopped. As soon as his car left, the Volkswagen Langyi slowly started up and followed behind.
Sitting inside the Volkswagen Langyi was the young man Qian Yiming had sent to investigate Xiao Zhan's background.
As the young man drove, he made a call to Qian Yiming.
"Brother Ming."
He said in a low voice: "Su Bingtian and Song Qingshan brought a group of police officers and rushed into Su's Group. I don't know what happened, but about twenty minutes later, Song Qingshan left alone without arresting anyone. Instead, Su Bingtian, Su Jianguo and Su Wenchao, the grandfather, father and son, were carried out and sent to the city hospital..."
He briefly told Qian Yiming about the situation here.
Qian Yiming pondered for a moment and asked, "What happened then?"
"The last to come out were Chen Zhonghe and his son Chen Shaohui.
The young man went on, "I vaguely heard Chen Zhonghe telling Chen Shaohui to book plane tickets for tonight and leave Qing City with his mother to seek refuge with Chen Zhonglin and Chen Shaohuang in Beijing.
"As for Chen Zhonghe himself, he's on his way back to the south of the city. Should I follow him?"
"Yes, follow him," Qian Yiming instructed. "Confirm where Chen Zhonghe is going, who he is meeting with, then report back to me."
"Got it!"
The young man hung up and tailed Chen Zhonghe's car closely.
On the other side,
At the Qianjiang Group headquarters, in the bright and spacious office, Qian Yiming sat in the swivel chair by the desk, put down his phone, stared at the computer screen in front of him, and murmured, "It's the limited edition supreme black card from Global Bank after all!"
Displayed on the computer screen was a picture of the supreme black card, almost identical to the one Xiao Zhan had used, except for one difference. The card Xiao Zhan had seemed to have a wolf head symbol about the size of a fingernail in the top left corner.
"Wolf head?"
Qian Yiming muttered to himself, "Could it be a decorative sticker he put on himself?"
Just as he was thinking,
Suddenly, footsteps sounded.
"You brat, always hanging around the Martial Arts Club, how do you have time to come to the company?"
It was Qian Yiming's father, Qianjiang Group's Chairman and Qing City's richest man, Qian Bancheng! Slightly stout, dressed in a proper black suit, with a square face, sword-like eyebrows and eagle eyes. In conversation, he exuded an aura of majestic authority.
"Dad!"
Qian Yiming immediately said, "There's something I want to discuss with you."
"What is it? Speak."
Qian Bancheng glanced at his watch. "I have a meeting to chair in ten minutes, so make it quick."
"Just now, I saw someone using a supreme black card from Global Bank."
"What?!"
The smile froze on Qian Bancheng's face. His previously relaxed expression instantly hardened as he looked up at Qian Yiming with a frown. "Say that again, what did you see?"
"A limited edition supreme black card from Global Bank!"
With that, Qian Yiming turned the laptop on the desk to face Qian Bancheng, pointed at the image on the screen and said, "It's this kind of card, nearly identical, except for a wolf head symbol in the top left corner."
"Oh?"
Qian Bancheng's pupils contracted as he stared at the photo, stunned for a full ten seconds, before asking, "Are you sure you didn't see wrongly?"
This was unbelievable!
After all, this was Qing City!
Looking around Qing City, who could compare with him, Qian Bancheng, when it came to wealth? He was the undisputed richest man in Qing City, with nearly 10 billion in assets. With a stomp of his foot, he could make the whole of Qing City shake three times. With a spit, he could drown a large number of small and medium enterprises!
If there was only one person in Qing City who could own Global Bank's supreme black card, then without a doubt, it must be him!
But in fact, he didn't even qualify to apply for one!
If even he couldn't get one, who could?
No one was clearer than him on how difficult it was to apply for Global Bank's supreme black card!
So his first reaction was that Qian Yiming must have seen wrongly. Compared to a supreme black card appearing in someone else's hands, this explanation was obviously much more credible.
"I'm eighty to ninety percent certain I didn't see wrongly."
Qian Yiming also knew this matter was rather inconceivable, so he didn't make his claim too full. He said in a low voice, "I've already sent someone to investigate that person's background. Starting from his identity and background, we may be able to verify the authenticity of that card."
"Tell me in detail, who is that person? Where did you see him?"
Qian Bancheng sat down on the sofa opposite.
"Alright."
So Qian Yiming gave Qian Bancheng a detailed account of Xiao Zhan being released from prison today, becoming a son-in-law of the Su family, crashing the engagement banquet, spending over 900,000 yuan buying up all the clothes in Ruiding Mall to gift Su Muhui, as well as the matter with Su's Group.
After listening, Qian Bancheng's expression grew even more solemn.
"Director Qian, it's time for the meeting."
Suddenly, the office door was pushed open and a female secretary appeared at the entrance.
Qian Bancheng glared at her. "Meeting canceled."
"Huh?"
The secretary was stunned. "But..."
"Get lost!"
Qian Bancheng snapped angrily, giving the secretary a fright. She almost peed herself on the spot. Hurriedly closing the door, she turned and left.
"You said just now that man's surname is Xiao, named Xiao Zhan? In his early twenties, 1.85 meters tall, kicked you so hard you couldn't stand up? Was imprisoned five years ago for rape? Chosen by the Su family to become their son-in-law?"
Qian Bancheng looked at Qian Yiming again.
"That's right,"
Qian Yiming nodded. "I suspect the matter with Su's Group may also have something to do with him."
"Your suspicion is correct."
Qian Bancheng took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "It's him. That spirited young man from twenty years ago has returned, now harboring deep resentment and hatred, coming back to seek revenge!"
"The Su family is just his first target for revenge, but definitely not the last!"
"The Chen, Liu and Zhang families can't escape either! If I'm not wrong, Chen Zhonghe leaving Su's Group now should be to meet with Liu Hangong and Zhang Fenglin to discuss countermeasures."
Evidently, Qian Bancheng had guessed Xiao Zhan's background and knew the truth behind that injustice case five years ago.
"Dad..."
Qian Yiming looked shocked. "You knew Xiao Zhan long ago?"
"Yes, I knew him," Qian Bancheng nodded. "It was probably twenty years ago when he was just five or six that I met him and even carried him before. Back then, I was just an insignificant small-time trader, while his mother had married into a prominent family in Beijing and achieved great success... "
Qian Yiming forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and listened quietly.
Over half an hour!
Qian Bancheng canceled the meeting he had previously scheduled and talked uninterrupted for over half an hour, telling Qian Yiming what he knew about Xiao Zhan. However, Xiao Zhan grew up in Beijing since young and rarely came to Qing City, so he didn't know him too well.
Even so, it was still incredibly shocking to Qian Yiming!
Completely beyond his imagination!
Who could have imagined that young man who kicked and injured him at Ruiding Mall was actually the young master of the illustrious Xiao family in Beijing five years ago?
He knew a bit about the Xiao family in Beijing.
Put simply, the Qian family prided itself on being Qing City's richest with almost 10 billion in assets, but compared to the colossal Xiao family, it was insignificant. If the Xiao family was a great mountain, the Qian family could only be considered a small hill!
Worlds apart!
From what he knew, in recent years Qian Bancheng had been seeking cooperation with the Xiao family in Beijing, hoping to climb onto the coattails of the Xiao family and bring Qianjiang Group's development to greater heights.
Now, Xiao Zhan's sudden appearance seemed to be a rare opportunity.
Xiao Zhan harbored deep hatred towards the Xiao family, and the Xiao family must also be eager to get rid of Xiao Zhan. So now that he knew Xiao Zhan's identity and controlled his whereabouts, wouldn't contacting the Xiao family in Beijing to use Xiao Zhan as a bargaining chip allow him to gain the Xiao family's favor?
After the initial shock, this was Qian Yiming's train of thought.
"Dad!"
So he asked, "What are you planning to do next?"
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
