Xiahe stepped into the Zhongshan Golf Course with a mind full of calculations, but before he could even show his face, he was forced out of the Wei family villa by that stranger who had exploded in anger. He got into the car, and for the first time, he didn't have a driver who would lie flat in the backseat making annoying noises. Xiahe was so annoyed that he floored it and left the villa in a cloud of dust.

  He's not a fool who only knows how to be arrogant, his behavior is just to get more chips from the Wei family and the Fang family. He also knows that he has been too much before, but Zhou Jingru had already revealed the bottom cards of the two families to him. He doesn't think Fang Jie will not swallow her pride for a while to win the support of Pudong Hui. Seeing Fang Jie like this, Xia He, who is not well-born, can't help but want to suppress her in terms of momentum.

  His intention was to make a good deal, and then let Zhou Jingru sing a red face, finally he would take advantage of the situation, Pudong would get a big benefit, and Wei's woman would eat a small loss as a way to spend money to avoid disaster, both sides would be very happy. This was his original intention, even if the negotiation didn't work out, taking a step back, as Chen Ergou said, he had a deep relationship with Qiao Liu, and in his heart, he wasn't without the malicious intention of taking down Wei's family together with Qiao Liu. Anyway, Qiao Liu wanted women, and he wanted Wei's several real industries, the two joining hands wouldn't even have to worry about the problem of uneven distribution, it was a stable business no matter how you looked at it. As a result, out of nowhere came a guy who did things in a straightforward way, without distinguishing between right and wrong, or knowing what was important, he just ruthlessly killed the deal. Who is this person? Doesn't he know himself? Doesn't he understand the principle of leaving a way out for future encounters?

  Xiahe listened to the driver in the back row screaming like a pig, his mood getting worse and worse. Even the plan to go to a private club in Nanjing that night to find "Yi Pin Ji" from Shanghai had completely disappeared.

  Xia He felt that this round of the Wei family didn't play according to common sense, and Fang Jie also thought so. In fact, she was stimulated and shocked no less than Xia He, not to mention being sandwiched in between, neither inside nor outside, Zhou Jingzhen. At this moment, seeing Chen Qingzhi who had been silent from head to toe, it was like seeing a ghost. Before, occasionally saw a few times Guo Gu's move, but not so devastating. What made Zhou Jingzhen unbearable was the abnormal expression of this stranger who could still be calm and collected after crippling his opponent.

  In the end, it was Fang Jie who kept her composure and poured a cup of Pu'er tea for Chen Ergou and Chen Qingzhi respectively. Chen Ergou sat down, but Chen Qingzhi didn't, nor did he show any intention of touching the tea. Chen Ergou explained slightly awkwardly: "Fang aunt, his name is Chen Qingzhi, from Taiyuan, a bit stubborn, please forgive him."

  Upon hearing this name, Fang Jie smiled and said: "The Chen Qingzi who was like a tiger swallowing the air of a thousand miles, making thousands of troops and horses avoid the white-robed land? The Chen Qingzi that made ** infatuated?"

  Chen Ergou had never read the "Biography of Chen Qing" in the Book of Liang, so he didn't understand the prestige of this white-robed general in history, and was completely bewildered. If Wei Xiaocao were present, she would have looked down on him again.

  Fang Jie and Wei Duan Gong both loved to read extensively, so as soon as they heard the three words "Chen Qing Zhi", they became interested. They felt it was necessary to understand some of the family background of this unfamiliar man in front of them, but unfortunately, Chen Qing Zhi, who came from Taiyuan and was known as the White Horse Scholar, didn't pay attention to her at all. This made Fang Jie laugh and cry at the same time, not angry, after all, his wrist was there, a truly capable man would be a bit unruly, Fang Jie had always been able to tolerate it, unfortunately Chen Qing Zhi wasn't Wang Hu Sheng, otherwise Chen Er Gou would have kicked him away long ago.

  "Zhou Yi, where does that person sleep at night, is it in a hotel or does he have his own place in Nanjing?" Chen Ergou asked casually.

  "It's possible that he has several properties in Nanjing, but it's more likely that he's staying at a hotel. If so, it's probably the Sofitel." Zhou Zhenru took a sip of tea and spoke cautiously, afraid of saying something wrong. The development of events today had exceeded her expectations by too much, and she was still adjusting her mood and emotions.

  "That's a trouble, Aunt Zhou, please tell me the specific addresses of those houses. You said I'll write it down." Chen Erdou found a pen and paper. He smiled very sincerely and calmly, without any profound meaning that would make people think deeply. On this man's face, it was rare to see anything pretentious or melancholic. Most of the time, it was just a carefree and simple expression that was easy to see through.

  Fang Jie nodded secretly. This matter had to be handled by him. Otherwise, the united front between the two women would have a possibility of cracking again. Xia He was led in by Zhou Jingzhen. Now what she was doing was, to some extent, betraying Xia He. It was definitely not comfortable to do so. However, Zhou Jingzhen only furrowed his brow and still reported the address. Chen Erdou handed the paper to Chen Qingzhi. He reported the license plate number that he remembered especially when entering the Wei family villa. Then he also reported his mobile phone number: "Keep an eye on that car during the day, keep an eye on that person at night. If there's any situation, call my cell phone. Even if it's 2 o'clock in the morning, you must call me immediately. Especially pay attention to whether he will contact a young man with long hair."

  Then Chen Erdou threw the car key to Chen Qingzhi. The Taiyuan man walked out of the villa without any hesitation.

  Chen Ergou values efficiency in getting things done. It seems that Chen Qingzhi also dislikes wasting a single minute or second.

  Zhou Jingru let out a soft sigh.

  Fang Jie nodded secretly. Shi Qingfeng had also reported to her about the situation of Wang Hu and Wang Jiefang, two brothers. Although they didn't have much outstanding performance, their skills were definitely better than what they were being paid for now. Since that was the case, she wouldn't bother with trivial matters on Shi Qingfeng's side anymore. She would leave it to Chen Ergou and Song Dai to handle.

  Chen Qingzhi, on the other hand, was truly shocked and frightened, even thinking that this was a far more difficult role to control than Chen Fusheng. Guo Qianrou could fight and was wild and untamed, but with Wei Duan Gong firmly in control, plus Guo Qianrou had been following the Wei family for many years, similar to a half-disciple role, but ultimately couldn't help but cut off Qiao Bajie's fingers, becoming a double-edged sword. And this Chen Qingzhi, his background was unclear, and it seemed that even Chen Er Gou wasn't entirely sure about him. Fang Jie was worried, not because she thought Chen Qingzhi wasn't qualified to be the Wei family's bodyguard, but rather because his performance was too eye-catching, too stunning, and she feared he couldn't be controlled.

  Fang Jie lowered her head and gazed at the cup of Pu'er tea on the tea table that Chen Qing had not picked up, lost in thought.

  Zhou Jingru suddenly lifted her head and saw the young man who was increasingly taking control in the Wei family. Perhaps she had raised her head too quickly, and he caught a glimpse of the playful glint in his eyes that he couldn't hide in time. After being discovered, Chen Fusheng, who usually smiled and greeted people with a slight bow, seemed to have abandoned her usual shallow expression and instead smiled even more brightly. At first, Zhou Jingru was slightly annoyed. But as time passed, the young man's radiant smile made Zhou Jingru recall many years ago when she was in school, and a boy wearing a clean white shirt handed her a love letter with a smile that was three parts childish and seven parts confident. Zhou Jingru was taken aback for a moment. Her heart softened, and she forgave him for his subtle behavior that could only be understood but not expressed.

  To avoid suspicion, Zhou Jingru voluntarily stayed overnight at the Zhongshan Golf Course. At around 9 pm, Xia He called and made some small talk, which Zhou Jingru casually brushed off. Her relationship with this Shanghai man was originally driven by self-interest, and the Pu Dong Development International was essentially a money-laundering institution, similar to Wei Duan Gong's nature, both of whom were peripheral spokesmen for some big shot in the political circle.

  These people's professions, apart from relying on connections to obtain government approvals and run real estate projects, are to help their superiors resolve some shady problems that can't be made public. They also act as substitutes for their bosses in case of trouble, essentially helping them launder money and secure a safe exit route. Real estate can be used for money laundering, art auctions too, they must have several secret overseas bank accounts. In case of an emergency, they can ensure their bosses escape with large sums of money and emigrate without worrying about spending the rest of their lives in prison. Unfortunately for Wei Duan Gong, his case was too big, and his superiors had to sacrifice him to save themselves by cutting off all leads at his level. With the help of Qiao Baizhen and other forces who were determined to bring him down, Wei Duan Gong ended up dying a miserable death in a foreign land. Zhou Jingru lay on her couch in her hotel room, opened a bottle of red wine that Fang Jie had picked out from the underground cellar, stood on the balcony, but couldn't sleep no matter what.

  Zhou Jingyun thought of many memories that she had long buried, thinking they would never be remembered again. The unrequited love affairs that ended without a word, the places where she used to roam freely... After being favored by Wei Duan Gong, she was forced to face reality and become a golden bird in a gilded cage. Now, when she sees those women who are younger and more materialistic than her, constantly primping and preening, she wants to tell them that even with a house full of high heels, designer clothes, and luxury handbags, without a man who truly wants to have children with her by their side, it's actually a pretty sad thing. Zhou Jingyun drinks slowly, but has always had a good capacity for alcohol, which is also one of the reasons why Wei Duan Gong fell in love with her. On the wine table, a beautiful woman can stand up at critical moments, raise a glass, and drink it all in one gulp, which is very impressive to men.

  What's the next move?

  Zhou Jingru was very annoyed. Xia He, this Shanghai man, had disrupted her not-so-complicated and obscure layout. As a result, it became a mess, and she didn't even get much out of it. A mountain villa with a garden gate, one apartment in Nanjing and one in Shanghai, plus 25% of the company's shares - she thought this was not excessive at all, but Fang Jie had always refused to give a clear answer, which made Zhou Jingru very frustrated, even to the point of having murderous thoughts. Of course, she didn't have the guts to do it, and now with Chen Fusheng appearing on the scene, things became even more depressing. After all, anyone could see that Chen Fusheng was Fang Jie's protégé, and he had an attitude of only looking up to Fang Jie - what to do?

  Zhou Jingru sat down at the dressing table, gently put down her wine glass, and gazed at the face in the mirror that made men stunned with just a little maintenance.

  At this moment, Zhou Jingru's eyes were slightly enchanting, her slender fingers gently wiping her lips, like the infamous Diaochan who brought disaster to the country and its people.

  Even Wei Duan Gong, the most difficult to deal with, was subdued by this typical Nanjing beauty in just half a year. How long did everyone's favorite, Chu Yu, take? How long did Ji Jing, who is well-versed in law and business, take? Zhou Jing Zhen never refused or denied the fact that she was a vase, and being a vase to this extent also requires ability.

  "Besides, it's just another attempt at a comeback. I don't believe there's such a thing as a cat that only eats vegetarian food and doesn't touch meat."

  At this time, the man downstairs who couldn't be considered a cat but a native mountain guardian dog was sitting at his desk carving. After his work took shape, it coincidentally became Zhou Jingzhen with a smile that could charm a hundred beauties. However, there wasn't any drooling in his eyes as one would have expected. What's more surprising is that the originally infatuated young man from Northeast China should be like a male dog in heat, but instead had an air of moral integrity about him, muttering to himself: "Come and try to seduce Master with your beauty tricks, come on, let's see who ends up eating whom."

  After Xia He threw the driver into a friend's hospital, he returned to a large, high-end decorated apartment and, unlike his usual self who loved to have fun, did not go out again. Chen Qing, on the other hand, drove the Audi A6 with its new license plate and waited at the entrance of the residential area. This was the most foolish method, waiting for a rabbit by a tree stump, but from dusk till deep night, and then till dawn, Chen Qing sat in the driver's seat with his hands clasped behind his back, not speaking, not smoking, and without even taking a sip of water, as still as an old monk in meditation.

  He has today's mental strength and deformed single-handed combat. Thanks to his grandfather's guidance, he has been practicing the family's 36th Song Jiang Fist since he was four years old, as well as Fujian Nanquan Plum Blossom Pile Driver and Guangxi Small Strategy Strike. He is particularly obsessed with the Northern Long Fist, which is simply enchanting, and his 24 Breaking Hand Furnace Fire is pure and perfect. His foundation in Chen Qing's internal family fist is also very deep, which was forced out by his grandfather. Chen Qing still remembers the scene of his grandfather taking him to practice Xingyiquan near Jin Temple, practicing in the summer heat and winter cold, dripping water through stone. It is most suitable for Chen Qing, and there will never be a overnight rise of a master in the real world, even if it is Chen Qing who has defeated Sun Man Gong, the number one archer in the north. He also dares not to consider himself a superior person.

  He glanced at his watch and drove to the Nanjing Blood Purification Center, as it was almost time for Xiang Yu's hemodialysis. As expected, a man named Wang Jiefang arrived with Xiang Yu shortly after Chen Qingzhi parked his car. Seeing the scale of the hospital, Chen Qingzhi felt relieved. The dialysis process would take over four hours to remove toxins and excess water from the patient's body. Chen Qingzhi spent this time smoking in the corridor. After finishing a pack, he was worried that he didn't have enough money to buy another one. Just then, Chen Ergou arrived at the hospital, nodded at Wang Jiefang, and tossed Chen Qingzhi a pack of 20 Nanjing cigarettes worth 3 yuan each. With the improved living standards, it wasn't necessary to smoke such cheap cigarettes, which weren't good for his health either.

  Chen Qingzhi didn't stand on ceremony either. He lit a Nanjing cigarette, which he smoked very slowly. At first glance, it seemed like he was a man with a slow temperament, but Chen Ergou noticed that Chen Qingzhi had a pair of slender hands with neatly trimmed fingernails. This was a guy who didn't like to make eye contact with people, and it was easy to misjudge him as being extremely arrogant. Fortunately, Chen Ergou wasn't infected with vanity or excessive self-respect. He also didn't think that Chen Qingzhi looked down on him. As he smoked, he blew out a smoke ring and said, "We were one family five hundred years ago."

  Chen Qing did not respond.

  "Have you ever smoked the Northeast's famous Da Dongbei tobacco?" Chen Ergou asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with longing. It had been a long time since he'd last smoked the strong and fragrant tobacco that went straight to his heart and lungs. Just talking about it made him crave it again. Xia He's gesture of smoking a cigar with flair gave Chen Ergou a mistaken impression, making him think that even if he became rich and successful in the future, he would never touch cigars again.

  Chen Qingzhi remained unmoved and unimpressed.

  "That green tree frog smoke is just like the old white dry goods from Hengshan, it's got a kick. Did you bring wine this time to Nanjing?" Chen Ergou didn't think his self-singing and self-playing was boring at all, one question followed another.

  Chen Qingzhi seemed to have made up his mind not to pay attention to Chen Ergou, only smoking and showing no signs of being soft-spoken. Wang Jiefang couldn't take it anymore and got up to leave, thinking that out of sight was out of mind. Chen Ergou also fell silent, having come over today specifically to see if Chen Qingzhi was satisfied with the arrangements. If he wasn't, he would have to change his ways immediately. No choice, since Chen's family had put their wealth on display for all to see, and even a blind person could sense it. Moreover, Chen Ergou had heard from Wang Hu that Chen Qingzhi's ancestors were extraordinary, with his great-grandfather Chen Yanhuang being one of the leading figures among the old Jin merchants in Taiyuan. They were truly a wealthy family who had sided with the right faction during the Liberation War and became one of the giant capitalists with a hint of red, like the Rong family in Shanghai and the Li family in Luoyang. During the Three-Anti and Five-Anti Campaigns and several major purges, they remained unscathed. Unfortunately, during the Cultural Revolution, Chen Qingzhi's grandfather lost the family business that had been built up over five generations, worth around 120 million yuan, and from then on, the family's fortunes declined. The grudges between the Chen and Li families, which had lasted for years, were gradually buried in history after Chen Qingzhi's grandfather passed away. Wang Hu revealed that one of the rare bronze horses was the biggest heartache for both families, said to be a national treasure even if it were placed in the Forbidden City. No wonder, as the saying goes, "people die for wealth and birds die for food." So when Chen Ergou first saw Chen Qingzhi, he thought this man's fate was truly unlucky. If his family had survived the Cultural Revolution, they wouldn't have needed to come to Nanjing to rely on others. They would be a wealthy family with a history of six generations, far more impressive than those second- or third-generation rich kids nowadays.

  He glanced at Chen Ergou, who was standing alone on the side, sighing, and Chen Qing's mouth curled up into an arc. His eyes narrowed, forming a subtle and restrained smile. This guy had given all his cigarettes to Chen Qing, so he didn't have any left. As a result, he couldn't bring himself to ask for one, so he could only hold back and endure. Chen Qing tossed him a cigarette, lit the lighter at a distance from Chen Ergou, not too far or too close. Chen Ergou was stunned for a few seconds before quickly taking a drag on the cigarette, leaning against the wall to take a deep breath. Only then did Chen Qing put away the lighter.