Chapter 10: The Mountain Rain is Coming and the Wind is Full of the Building (Part 2)

  Ye Zi Hen was very pleased with his daughter Ye He's impromptu speech, which was arranged according to his own intentions. What he wanted was to provoke these people, to make them angry, and finally to make Qian Lao angry. What he wanted was for all the people present, including Qian Lao, to thoroughly understand and think clearly about how they could control the giant ship of Li Heng with their individual qualities. He wanted everyone, including Qian Lao, to truly think it through and understand that the future helmsman of Li Heng would be none other than Ye Zi Hen himself! He wanted to completely dismantle his opponents' camp and capture those who were hesitating and waiting for an opportunity.

  He's spoken, but what can you expect from Ye He, she's just a naive girl! What he said was a bit over the top, but everything Ye He said is true! As the saying goes, "children's words are innocent"! Haha!

  "Ah! How can you say such groundless words?! You're already 23 or 24, how come you still speak like a child, saying whatever comes to mind? If you continue like this, you'll never grow up! Don't pout, your aunt is right, you should listen carefully! Luckily, your aunt has always been good to you, and now she's scolding you for your own good! Listen, quickly apologize to your aunt!"

  Ye He knew this was her dad's act, and since he had promised to reward her with 300,000 yuan, she decided to cooperate closely with him to play out the drama. She opened her meticulously made-up eyes and said nonchalantly: "The past is the past, but what I'm saying now refers to work, which means the effort and performance for benefits. I'm just talking about facts, yes, my work performance wasn't good, but who else's was? Who was embezzling public funds for personal gain?"

  "Ah Ho! Shut up!" Ye Zi Hen growled in a low voice. "If you say another word, I won't be polite to you!" He then turned to his two younger siblings, Ah Ping and Ah Lan, with an extremely apologetic tone: "I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry! I'll give you an explanation!"

  After finishing this sentence, he looked at Qian Lao and said: "Dad, it's really my fault for not teaching my daughter properly! Let her ignorant and childish nonsense disturb your birthday banquet and ruin your elegance! I also owe everyone an apology! Sorry, sorry!" Ye Ziheng finished speaking and specially stood up to bow his head in apology with a self-reproachful expression.

  This is a farce, Ye Ziheng became the director, attracting everyone's attention with all his might.

  In the eyes of the mixed-blood child, it seemed that Big Sister Ah He was scolded by her elders and must have been wronged. His childish heart made him warmly approach Ah He and comfort her with good intentions: "Sister, are you unhappy? I know you're not happy, I'm also unhappy when my mom scolds me or my teacher educates me, but they're all for my own good! Don't be unhappy, okay? Sister! How about we play video games together? Is that alright?"

  No matter how acting, Ah He was not satisfied in his heart, a belly of resentment had nowhere to vent, seeing this mixed-blood hybrid suddenly came fire: "Get out! Little bastard! Go away!" After that, he casually slapped Kai Kai.

  Kai Kai stood unsteadily, stumbled and fell to the ground, his little head hitting the hard floor without a carpet, blood gushing out instantly, he wailed loudly, crying "Mommy"!

  Qian Yuhui anxiously rushed to her son, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Everyone looked at Ye Ziheng's family with accusing eyes.

  Ye Zi Hen's mind turned over an idea, he stood up and walked to Ye He's face, his tone icy cold: "Ye He, stand up for me! Go apologize to your aunt and Kai Kai!"

  Ye He didn't admit his mistake and with tears in his eyes retorted: "I won't go! I won't go! It's not like I did it on purpose!"

  Ye Zi Hen grasped Ye He's arm and pulled it upwards, his right hand slapping Ye He's pale face with a loud crack!

  "Bang!"

  Ye He stared at her father in disbelief and suddenly burst into tears, turning around and running out. Qian Susu hastily followed after her.

  Qian Lao was trying his best to calm down his anger, looking at this scene, he felt extremely sad in his heart. He couldn't believe that before he even died, these descendants were already so incompatible, and when he really passed away, who knows what would happen! If he didn't speak up to suppress them now, it wouldn't be okay!

  Qian Lao Bang slammed his palm on the table and shouted, "I, Qian Zhengsheng, have been upright all my life. I am ashamed of you useless things! Let me tell you, I'm not dead yet! The sky hasn't fallen!"

  The surroundings were eerily quiet, with everyone exchanging nervous glances, and no one dared to break the silence.

  Qian Lao's blood was boiling, and he felt his heart racing, his eardrums throbbing, and his temples pounding in sync with his heartbeat. His head was spinning, and it seemed like a thousand horses were galloping wildly in his brain, the deafening sound making it hard for him to calm down. He didn't even notice that his voice was shaking, his words jumbled, as he desperately tried to assert his authority, unaware that his own dignity was trembling: "Teaching children without method? Who teaches children without method? I, Qian Zhengsheng, teach children without method! Qian Tonghua! Let me tell you, don't think I won't be able to handle you! And you two women who married into the Qian family, don't act like you're above the law and treat others as if they're invisible! If your butt is clean, don't be afraid of what others say about having shit on it! You'd better watch yourselves too! Heaven will know whether you have a reason or not!"

  Qian Lao felt himself becoming somewhat unsteady on his feet, his heart racing violently, his breathing weak, his legs trembling straight, and his hands shaking completely out of control.

  To outsiders, it seemed that Qian lao's eyes had lost their former depth, and he was just an ordinary old man annoyed by his unfilial children and grandchildren. They felt a pang of sorrow, a pang of sympathy, and a pang of distress in their hearts.

  Qian Lao had already felt something was wrong with his body and hastily closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down.

  "Father, please don't get angry, it's us younger ones who did something wrong, you mustn't get sick because of this. Li Heng can take care of things for now! The market is tough right now and our stock price is still sliding, you must hold on! He said, making eye contact with Mo Guishan's son sitting next to Qian Lao, also gesturing for him to come and support Qian Lao. "Father, why don't you go rest in your room for a bit? Is that okay?"

  "Words as sweet as pure honey, speech with a sharp edge, belly with a cold sword, laughter hiding a dagger, eyes with a poisonous snake spitting venom, movements stirring up wind and fire, mind like a deep valley and mountain river, heart with an invisible city wall! Truly a ruthless and cunning person!" Jin Kuangning and Xue Guoyu exchanged a quick glance, both secretly recalling their previous evaluation of Ye Ziheng.

  Qian Lao stretched out his tired hand to stop Ye Ziheng's enthusiasm. Although he was grieved and couldn't help himself, a sense of sacred responsibility forced him to calm down as much as possible. He propped his elbow on the chair, took a cup of tea from the table, and drank a mouthful. Suddenly, it seemed like he had regained his former composure. With his thin hands, he gently stroked the purple sandalwood chair, and after a moment's contemplation, when he raised his head again, his eyes had become bright and piercing. In a warm tone, as if speaking to close relatives, he said to Mo Guishan's son and He Yongji's son: "A Yuan, A Xian, later you go back and greet your parents for me. Today, something unpleasant happened at home, after all, it's a big family, such quarrels happen every day, I'm afraid I've made you see a joke. Alright, I won't keep you here today."

  Originally, Mo Guishan's son was sent by his father to personally investigate the Qian family's situation. Although he didn't have a direct conversation with Old Man Qian today, he still gained a lot and fully verified his father's prediction that the Qian family's descendants would definitely be incompatible, which is enough to report back to his father.

  Mo Guishan's son A Yuan and He Yongji's son A Xian bid farewell politely and left.

  Jin and Xue were left behind, while the other outsiders took their leave one after another. Qian Lao insisted on seeing them off to the gate of the hall.

  Qian Lao's words were heavy with emotion as he spoke to the younger generation of the Qian family: "There is a Chinese proverb that says 'Wealthy families who do not teach their children will inevitably decline, and noble families who do not teach their children will inevitably perish.' I started my business with just a few hundred Hong Kong dollars and have worked tirelessly for decades, never daring to slack off even for a moment. This family business has weathered countless storms and ups and downs. I don't expect you to expand it in the years to come, but I only hope that you can preserve it and not let it be taken away by others."

  He scanned them with a cold gaze, his voice not loud but extremely clear: "Don't think that just because I'm old, you can do whatever you want. Don't think that just because I'm old, my eyes are blind, my ears are deaf, and my nose can't smell anything. I'm still alive and well now. You're all my descendants. I don't want to see repeated mistakes. Those who have made mistakes should turn back immediately. Don't think about those crooked things. In this world, only the money earned by one's own blood and sweat is one's true wealth."

  Qian Lao's children and grandchildren all remained silent, putting on a honest and obedient appearance, but each of them was secretly thinking to themselves.

  Mr. Qian felt a little better and said warmly to them: "Go get those gifts, everyone come take a look, although sometimes the gift is not bought by the other person's own hands, but if the other party attaches great importance to the relationship between the two parties, then the gift will be given with care, precision and meaning. You can see what it means."

  The Li family's gift was a painting, Wu Shi-xian's "Rustic Scenery", worth a fortune. Old Qian smiled and nodded in approval. The Guo family had given him the late artist Ding Yan-yong's work, while the Bao family gave him a pair of Qinghua porcelain vases. As Old Qian liked antiques, everyone generally gave him antiques as gifts, with only differences in value and quality.

  Zhou didn't have any new tricks up his sleeve and presented another golden object, which made Qian Lao smile.

  The stone that opened the gate of Moguishan was a "lantern light frost" green celadon, estimated to be carved by a famous artist, using the nine-fold seal script, with an ancient and simple knife method. Qian Lao carefully identified the four characters "Yi Ren Wei Ben", which is one of Qian Lao's most admired philosophical sayings. Ye Ziheng secretly observed Qian Lao's expression at this time.

  He Yongji sent a calligraphy, with a very familiar font, written by He Lao himself: Often thinking about advancing and retreating, wisdom and foolishness are just a thought away.

  Qian Lao's heart skipped a beat, and he calmly signaled to put it away and look at others. Ye Ziheng couldn't see anything from Qian Lao's face, and he was quite disappointed that his careful arrangement had not achieved the expected effect.

  Then he opened another birthday gift, which was an ancient painting with a strange title in a completely ancient writing style.

  Mr. Qian's verdict on Taiwan:

  The wild rice is harvested, the mountain plum blossoms, birds meet at bath time, geese fly into the marquis's courtyard. Sons and grandsons present brocade, friends offer gold, the old general's flag waves high, celebrating longevity with music. The humble scholar rejoices under the arch of honor, originally planning to sail a flat boat, sincerely offering congratulations, but alas, the mountains and rivers do not connect, the blue clouds have no messenger, it is not as I wished.

  Only by looking up to the magnificent hall, I can see the distant eyebrows of longevity. Knowing that you respect and appreciate antiquity, I specially offer a gift to celebrate your birthday, with humble ceremony, just to express my sincerity. I humbly pray for your good health.

  Life is like a dream, a reflection in the water, a fleeting moment; what more can be said? The Dipper rotates towards the north, the sun's shadow returns to the south, the frosty plum blossoms, the cold cypress forest, the gray flying birds, the icy atmosphere, but seeing the tears of the candles burning with sorrow, the wind whispers urgency.

  In an instant, winter will pass and spring will return. Only then can we see the sky clearing up after the snow, the universe cleansing itself at dawn.

  Today, you are about to turn 73, the age of Yan Wang's words. Your fate is pressing, like Xiang Yu's head at Wujiang. I beg of you to bring two jars of good wine, just to make an offering to my wife and sister in the nine springs of the underworld. I wish to toast your noble hall for nine times, with a simple painting as a humble expression. In secret, I hope that you will open your wolf-like eyes wide, looking up and down, every detail, every drop, is hard to bear with longing.

  Han Shi pays his respects!!!! 4th of September, Ren Wu year.

  Qian Tonghua unfolded the painting and suddenly exclaimed: "Who is this rogue! Sending such a painting! Isn't this intentional harassment!"

  This is a fake, although it's packaged in a black wood box with gold and silver inlays and jade, and the scroll is extremely delicate, but as soon as you open the painting, you'll find that this is a counterfeit ancient painting!

  The Xuan paper used for this painting is of the highest quality, and the artist's skill is also very deep. However, he intentionally inverts his techniques, and the painting appears to be deliberately unconventional. The black and white figures are eerie and sinister, with a haunting atmosphere that seems to leap off the paper. A group of children's bodies are depicted in black and white, their limbs twisted and distorted. An old man who resembles Qianlong is shown wearing a luxurious robe, but his hair is disheveled and his feet are covered in mud and bloodstains. He stands on a mountain made of piled-up skeletons, holding two severed heads of women with indistinct faces in each hand. The old man's face is split into a smile on one side and tears on the other, and white maggots are crawling out of his nostrils.

  In the center of the painting, there is a spell written in blood. On the upper left side, there is also a line of words: Seventy-three, eighty-four, Yan Wang does not invite himself to go; The son is not virtuous, the grandson is not filial, the dissolute daughter-in-law plays with flowers; The lady is widowed, old and lonely, the descendants eat chicken and duck; Without conscience, without heavenly reason, see how you pass on the family!

  Who is this?

  Mischief? Or a poisonous curse?

  Who is the one giving the birthday gift?

  It's definitely someone who has a deep grudge against the Qian family!

  Qian Lao's face changed suddenly, he stood up violently, his face iron-green, pointing at the painting with his hand, trembling uncontrollably. He felt suffocated, as if a thick phlegm was blocking his chest, making it hard to breathe. The blood rushed to his head, and he started spinning around, falling to the ground. As he lay on the ground, Qian Lao insisted: "Keep it, keep this painting for me!"

  The maid Zhang Mama only remembered that it was a very beautiful and elegant woman who brought it, and the woman said at the time that their family had been deeply grateful to Old Money for this small token of appreciation, please be sure to pass it on, and even gave them two thousand Hong Kong dollars in tips. However, there is no sign of this woman on the hidden cameras around the entrance of the villa, which is very strange.

  Xue examined the old man's pulse and looked at his eyelids, then let out a sigh of relief. After a while, Mr. Qian's personal doctor arrived, carefully checked him, and found that he had some mild stroke symptoms.

  Qian Lao resolutely refused to go to the hospital for treatment. The reason was simple: he couldn't let outsiders know that his body was ill. Once it got out, the group's stock would definitely be dumped by everyone, and things would become serious. This minor illness could be endured on his own.

  It wasn't until 11 pm that the villa finally calmed down, and Ye Ziheng's family, Qian Tonghua's family, and others had all left. Qian Yu Hui and her daughter-in-law Alan also went to rest. Old Qian kept Jin Kuangning and Xue Guowei behind, sending everyone else away.

  Qian Lao had a large pillow supporting his back, although his complexion was still somewhat pale, he had already recovered to normal. He didn't heed the doctor's orders to rest in bed and must discuss with his two trusted generals in detail.

  Qian Lao's voice was still very weak: "Jin Zong, Xue Zong, what do you two think about today's events? Do you have a bottom line in your hearts?"

  Tonight's events were dazzling, and both Jin and Xue were lost in thought, unsure of how to respond. Qian Lao's melancholic gaze fell upon them.

  Xue Zong got up and tucked the corner of Qian Lao's quilt, then sat back on the stool, saying in a gentle tone: "Qian Lao, don't think too much about it. Today's events are indeed strange and unusual, but you can't afford to get angry and harm your body." Jin Zong also chimed in: "Yes, Qian Lao, you've been through thick and thin, there's no need for you to get worked up over some young people's foolish and ungrateful behavior, is there?"

  Qian Lao muttered to himself, his palm seemingly calculating the years, and after a long time, he said: "Things that go against the norm are ominous! Things that go against the norm are ominous! This is no ordinary danger! The mountain rain is coming!"

  Jin and Xue were not surprised by Qian Lao's words, they knew that once Qian Lao defined something, he must have had very deep considerations, and Qian Lao would also make some explanations about it.

  Qian Lao's hands were clenched into fists, his fingers drumming a slow and ominous beat as he spoke in a low, grave tone to the two trusted aides: "I've always emphasized that the top echelons of the group must be vigilant and aware of potential crises. Now it's no longer just a matter of power struggles within the organization, but a question of life and death for Li Heng itself. The infighting among the younger generation, the struggle for power and position, is still an internal affair, and even if things get chaotic, at least Li Heng won't fall into outsiders' hands. But now, our greatest enemy is right before us, and the situation is perilous!"

  "You also know that I am most worried about the issue of succession. Ziheng can be said to have used his heart and soul, exhausting his mind, no mistake, if he is truly for the benefit of Lihe, then I will not hesitate to pass on the position to him. However, he doesn't know that excessive humility is pretentious, and excessive pretentiousness is driven by hidden motives. His city is too deep, his heart is too deep, he is taking advantage of his power, I don't trust him.

  Tonghua is simply not a thing, Yu Hui's thoughts are not on the group at all, this makes me feel deeply sad. Why can't my blood and flesh give me some face? Why don't I have descendants like Li's family? How will we cope with the storms of the business world in the future? How to deal with these enemies that are about to come?"

  Mr. Qian spoke quickly, with a hint of urgency, and the old man's heart was indeed filled with frustration. Previously, he had been using his own self-control to restrain himself, but now he let it all out in one breath. His heart felt relieved, but his emotions were still somewhat turbulent. Director Xue hastily handed him a cup of warm tea water, which Mr. Qian took and sipped lightly.

  Qian Lao sank into what seemed like a distant historical past, his voice seemingly crossing over from ancient times: "You won't know that 31 years ago, there was a young man in his early twenties who was highly valued by me. Unexpectedly, he got himself into trouble by speculating on gold and owing a large sum of usury. For the sake of money, he dared to embezzle a large amount of public funds. Fortunately, my wife discovered it in time and reported it to the police, recovering most of the funds. As a result, he was sentenced to five years in prison. Afterwards, his sister had to become a dancer to support their ailing father and pay off the usury, and my wife also provided some financial assistance to his family out of kindness. However, they were extremely resentful towards me. Four years later, his sister mysteriously jumped to her death from a building. After he was released from prison, he sent someone to deliver a message to me, saying that he remembered my great kindness and virtue."

  Qian Lao smiled wryly: "Everyone knows he's speaking in reverse, I once wanted to find him to resolve this feud, but he didn't see me and didn't bother me. Half a year later, he became a stockbroker, this person is extremely intelligent, and within a year, he was discovered by the boss of a certain company due to his unique trading skills, and was given a high commission to trade, earning a lot of money for the company over the years. Later, he married the boss's daughter, in '84, yes, '84, at that time, the market was in a state of panic, and Li Heng's funds were facing difficulties, so he joined forces with several financial hitmen to attack Li Heng, first using the stock market's volatility to repeatedly suppress and lift, completely lowering our guard. Then, they bribed and coerced Li Heng's financial manager into revealing confidential information, and spread unfavorable news through the media, causing investors to lose confidence severely, Li Heng's stock plummeted, all the way down to 0.53 yuan per share."

  "I sold off all my bonds and mortgaged all my movable and immovable properties to defend myself, but their tactics were too clever. The professionals I invited were no match for them. Fortunately, due to my good character, I had several sincere friends in the industry who helped me generously despite their own difficulties - Mr. Mo, Mr. He, Mr. Li and a few others. With the help of these friends, I was able to turn defeat into victory, and they retreated in disarray."

  It wasn't until later that I found out, in order to make me lose everything and become a poor citizen, he didn't hesitate to sign a "if we win, split the profits; if we lose, he'll take on all the losses" contract with those big sharks. They could have made a lot of money from me, but because he was determined to thoroughly defeat me, he refused to let go, and in the end suffered heavy losses. He himself became penniless due to his own miscalculation, and owed a large sum of debt, at that time it was well-known everywhere, no rich man believed him anymore, and even his father-in-law died from a heart attack.

  He started living a dissolute life, thinking he could get start-up capital by seducing rich women. As a result, his right hand was chopped off by underworld figures, and in front of him, they raped his wife. His wife was so humiliated that she cut her wrists and killed herself. He took his two-year-old daughter and fled to Thailand. Before he left, he wrote me a letter in blood with just four words: "I will not be human." After that, I only heard some insignificant rumors about him from time to time. Although I was initially also on guard, I always thought I hadn't done anything wrong, and all the hardships he suffered were caused by himself. With the ups and downs of the group later on, I gradually forgot about it. It wasn't until the Asian financial crisis in '97 that I found out through a secret channel that he had actually become a shark following closely behind international speculator Soros!

  "It was fortunate that I had an epiphany about the poem of a reclusive master from 15 years ago, and I took preventive measures against the stock market crash in advance. As a result, our group's losses were not too severe during that unprecedented storm. On the other hand, he was forced to cut his position due to excessive short-selling pressure on Hong Kong's Hang Seng Index futures, and his counterattack against me was unsuccessful. Later, I heard that he went to the United States."

  Qian Lao's bedroom was very elegant, without any flashy things, just simple and plain colors. The layout of this room had been the same for over a decade, still the same as when Madame Qian was alive, completely unchanged. Even the lighting in the bedroom remained the same. Qian Lao's expression was solemn, but his eyes seemed to hold a hint of sadness, his voice low and aged. Jin Kuangning and Xue Guowei clearly felt Qian Lao's thoughts traversing from distant years past to a far-off future.

  "Man, how complex a person is. Hatred comes so easily, but to resolve it is so difficult! He's already over 50 years old, yet a grudge can make him remember for 30 years! To normal people, it seems like he's reaping what he sowed, but he puts all the blame on me, Qian Mou. Now he's even taken action like this! No mistake, this is the gift he sent, his classical literature skills are quite good, and the handwriting is his."

  Xue Guowei seemed to recall and asked: "Qian Lao, is this person named Ah Sen?"

  Qian Lao's face turned solemn as he replied, "His full name is Jiao Rongsen. Previously, everyone called him Ah Sen. He liked to write the four characters 'Gu Shan Han Shi' on the books he bought as his pen name."

  After a long while, Qian Lao sighed and said: "My body really can't take it anymore. I originally had high blood pressure and couldn't withstand stimulation. Who would have thought that today at the birthday banquet, Shou Feng Lin would use such a despicable trick on me! His mind is truly not something ordinary people can understand. This time, Li Heng was really lucky to escape!"

  Xue Guowei was emotionally agitated and said generously: "Qian Lao, we must quickly make a comprehensive rectification of the group to prevent this decline from happening to the group. I'm worried that he will resort to his old tricks again, first creating rumors in the news media to suppress stock prices and then acquire Li Heng's shares. By then, we'll be passive!"

  Jin Kuangning also maturely said: "Qian Lao, we must come up with a countermeasure. Now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, we don't know what his next move will be, it's hard to guard against hidden arrows!"

  Qian Lao's tone was desolate, seemingly with a sense of helplessness towards the world. His eyes rolled out tears and his voice began to choke: "To be honest, you've all disappointed me somewhat. Four years ago, I withdrew from the front lines of management, but in these four years, Li Heng's development has been limited. Now Li Heng is plagued by internal and external troubles. It seems that I have no choice but to re-emerge. In two days, I'll go to Chang'an and hold a meeting with everyone to discuss it. Alright, you all go outside and wait for me first. I'll think about it for 10 minutes before you come back in, and then I'll tell you the key points of the meeting."

  After more than ten minutes, the bedroom door opened, and Qian Lao stood at the entrance, leaning on his cane, looking extremely haggard and spiritless.

  Jin Kuangning and Xue Guowei hurriedly went forward to support Qian Lao, Xue Guowei felt that Qian Lao's body was so weak, his heart ached, almost shedding tears, Jin Kuangning's expression was also very gloomy.

  Qian Lao, after struggling for so long, seemed to be somewhat exhausted. After briefly summarizing the meeting's key points, he asked them: "What is Ao Cheng's true nature? I'm really worried about his background! I'm afraid he has some connection with Jiao Rongsen, and if that's the case, our interests will be completely ruined!"

  Xue Guowei and Jin Kuangning exchanged a very embarrassed glance, they felt that they really couldn't hide it from Qian Lao anymore. Xue Guowei plucked up the courage to say: "Qian Lao, we're really sorry, actually this child's name isn't Ao Cheng, his real name is Long Bao, he's only seventeen years old, not yet eighteen..."

  Jin Kuangning also spoke up to add: "Qian Lao, we have already sent someone to investigate. That Ao Cheng is just an ordinary young migrant worker from Jiangxi NanChang. This Long Biao indeed used Ao Cheng's lost ID card. Moreover, his personal experience is a true fact. Now the Changhan police are still wanted for him, he is a fugitive... ...Now there is a detailed investigation report kept by Xue Zong."

  Qian Lao narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself: "Ao Cheng, Long Bao, Long Bao..."

  Qian suddenly recalled a mysterious poem given to him by a superior being many years ago, and his heart was shocked!

  Qian Lao stood at the door and bid them farewell, Xue Guo Wei felt that Qian Lao's handshake was surprisingly strong! And he also felt that Qian Lao had secretly slipped a piece of paper into his palm.

  Xue Guowei stopped the car on the way home and unfolded the note, with Qian Lao's powerful handwriting staring at him!

  Guo Wei:

  You have followed me for twenty-eight years and three months, no matter what wind and rain you have never left my side, you are the person I truly trust most. In recognition of your contribution to Liheng, I have bequeathed 4% of Liheng's shares to you in my will.

  Let me tell you, Li Heng will face the greatest risk challenge in history. If he wins this battle, Li Heng will be reborn; if he loses, Li Heng will have to change his dynasty.

  Ye Zi Hen has a very serious problem! He is likely to have a close relationship with Jiao Rong Sen, who has been lying low for a long time. Jiao Rong Sen is undoubtedly accumulating strength with all his might, and he will soon launch a multi-pronged attack on me, aiming to win without fighting if possible, and to win at all costs if he must fight. His previous failures were due to the fact that he only had the advantage of timing, but lacked geographical advantages and popular support, and the unity of Li Heng's forces made it impossible for him to find any weaknesses to exploit. So he has learned from his past mistakes, and now he will set out to create better geographical advantages, thoroughly undermine Li Heng's popular support, and wait for an opportune moment to strike at Li Heng. The time left for us is limited!

  I pretended to be ill and hid behind the scenes in preparation for his next attack. I have already selected several elite candidates, all of whom will be under your command four days from now. You immediately draft a feasible strategic resistance plan, named "Chang'an Plan", you are the overall executor of the Chang'an Plan.

  Not only has my bedroom and study been bugged, but even the servants have been bought off. Hong Kong is no longer safe for me. It's better to be in Chang'an, where I can make progress!

  You are directly responsible for me, it's a matter of life and death, absolutely confidential!

  Destroy after reading.

  Xue Guowei let out a long sigh of relief, and all his unhappiness and depression vanished into thin air!

  He wanted to laugh loudly, he wanted to shout: "Great Old Qian! Great Old Qian!"

  The paper strip was fluttering, curling, and trembling in the flames, as if a phoenix yearning for nirvana. In every second of burning, in every thrilling roll, it interpreted the painful thoughts of life, transformed the secrets of struggle, illuminated the noble trust, and performed the helpless resistance!

  Xue Guo Wei's temples were slightly frosted, and he truly smelled the wisdom that permeated the clear smoke, and gained insight into the mysterious and unpredictable mystery of the flames!

  He genuinely smiled, although the smile forever bore the heavy sorrow of humanity, he still smiled!

  The night is as dark as water, the moonlight is as bright as a white silk, the autumn sky in the south is exceptionally clear and deep, the stars are still hanging on the distant unreachable horizon, the black mountains in the distance serve as the background of the dazzling light of the concrete buildings, faintly showing their depth and contour. At this moment, walking alone quietly, it's another kind of flavor.

  Long Bao walked with a steady pace, his eyes fixed on the unevenly paved pedestrian road, as if comparing them one by one. This street, though shrouded in darkness, was illuminated by streetlights, allowing Long Bao's solitary figure to move freely. He walked occasionally, stopped occasionally, and sometimes listened to his own rhythmic heartbeat. Occasionally, he would suddenly realize that, ah, his passage under the dim light had not left any visible footprints on this long street, but only his faithful shadow changing into several shades of light and dark, closely following his feet.

  These days, he has grasped Yang Liyi's love of gambling and gotten closer to him. Long Bao lent a lot of money to Yang Liyi, who changed his hostile attitude towards Long Bao and told him many inside stories about the shoe industry.

  Long Bao gazed deeply into the dark night's blue moon, he felt himself being swept away by several giant whirlpools, completely losing control of his body, and could only follow the swirling currents.