Chapter 389: Wealth, People, and Technology
by xennovel“Is this considered self-defense?”
Xu Shaochen looked at Huang Wenqiang and asked.
Huang Wenqiang was first stunned and then smiled slightly: “At that time, your life was in danger, I can testify.”
A powerful figure’s testimony, combined with Young Master Xu’s sensitive identity and Si Mingfei’s premeditated kidnapping and murder plan, made the self-defense claim plausible.
(Just a reminder, this is not advisable in reality due to too many variables. You can Google excessive defense; don’t try it.) “Tap, tap, tap, tap…”
Meanwhile, the police outside, hearing the gunshots, all rushed in.
Si Mingfei was arrested for suspected kidnapping, premeditated murder, and being implicated in multiple assault and murder cases.
“My friend, good luck. Don’t forget to send me the Mei Corporation’s production data.”
Xu Shaochen smiled slightly at Jiang Yaohai, then put his hands in his pockets and turned to leave.
“Big Brother, you’re amazing. Weren’t you afraid when that guy pointed a gun at you?”
After leaving the Si Family, Tang Siyu was still immersed in what had just happened.
“Of course I was afraid, but would it help? If you show fear, he’ll become even more arrogant because he knows you’re scared.
Of course, if you want to learn from me, the prerequisite is that you’re as skilled as I am, able to snatch the gun.”
Xu Shaochen spoke calmly and lightly.
Tang Siyu shook his head, dismissing the idea. With his skills, let alone snatching a gun, it was likely he’d end up having it aimed at him.
“Ring, ring, ring…”
Huang Wenqiang’s phone rang. He answered it, said a few words, and then looked at Xu Shaochen: “My dad wants to meet you.”
“Does he have an appointment?” Xu Shaochen asked.
“……….” Huang Wenqiang: “Get lost.”
Usually, people had to schedule and line up to report to his dad. This was the first time his dad had to make an appointment.
“Hahaha, just kidding. Can’t you take a joke?”
Xu Shaochen laughed heartily. He knew the new city construction project should be finalized.
Over twenty minutes later, in a private room of a teahouse, Xu Shaochen met the top leader of Songshan.
The man had a short buzz cut, a square face, wore a meticulously tailored black suit, and appeared very spirited, looking at most in his forties.
“Mr. Xu, I know you’re a welcomed guest in many places. I’m treating you with respect, but the Fengyang District’s new city construction project is significant. You need to convince me.”
Huang Guozhong looked at Xu Shaochen, speaking calmly, his expressionless demeanor exuding a palpable sense of pressure.
Xu Shaochen smiled lightly and calmly said: “You’ve probably grown tired of long-winded speeches, so I won’t say much. The Xu Family has money, people, technology, experience, and confidence.”
“That’s enough. Wait for my notice. You should interact more with Wenqiang; he’s not interested in politics but loves business.”
The Fengyang District new city construction project clearly belonged to the Xu Family. Huang Guozhong simply wanted to see Xu Shaochen in person.
Now that he’d seen him, there was nothing else.
With that, Huang Guozhong took a sip of tea, then stood and left. His secretary and driver awaited him downstairs, and he had another meeting to attend.
“So, what did my dad say to you?”
Right after Huang Guozhong left, Huang Wenqiang and Tang Siyu slipped in.
Xu Shaochen was silent for a moment, glanced at both: “Your dad said you and Mr. Tang are in love and asked me to be your matchmaker.”
“Get lost!”
The two felt disgusted and instinctively distanced themselves.
“Ring, ring, ring…”
Suddenly, Xu Shaochen’s phone, left on the table, rang. The caller ID showed it was Zhang Wei.
Xu Shaochen gestured for Huang Wenqiang and Tang Siyu to keep quiet, then answered: “What’s up?”
“Boss, come save us! We’ve been conned, and they won’t let us leave.”
Zhang Wei’s panicked voice came through the phone.
“We?” Xu Shaochen was taken aback.
“Mei Liangxin and Zhao Qing too.”
Xu Shaochen was speechless. Whenever he’s not around, this trio can’t stay out of trouble.
“Where are you?” Xu Shaochen asked.
“At… at… kid, we’re at the Twilight Bar on Nansheng Street. Someone will meet you at the entrance. Bring cash, or I’ll chop off a hand from each of them.”
Before Zhang Wei could finish, a stranger’s voice, openly threatening, came through.
“Alright, wait for me.”
Xu Shaochen chuckled quietly, speaking calmly before hanging up.
“Nansheng Street? Twilight’s real business is actually a casino. Should we call the police?” Huang Wenqiang asked.
Xu Shaochen shook his head: “If even you know, don’t you think the police know too? But why is that bar still untouched?”
Huang Wenqiang was at a loss for words; what other reason could there be?
“Let’s go meet him. I’m curious how he’s going to chop a hand off each of my three brothers.”
Xu Shaochen spoke calmly, left a hundred yuan on the table, and walked out of the private room.
Twilight Bar, underground casino.
The casino wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. Gambling tools were everywhere.
Also, there were sensual female dealers in black stockings and short skirts.
The gamblers were watching the commotion instead of betting at the tables.
Zhang Wei, Zhao Qing, and Mei Liangxin were pinned to a table by six thugs, unable to move.
Across them sat a young man in a silver suit.
The young man looked at most twenty, handsome, holding a cigarette, and had two buttons of his white shirt undone, with a cold smile aimed at the trio.
Behind him stood two burly men in suits, clearly guards.
“Slap!”
“Damn it! Daring to win South Young Master’s money? You tired of living?”
A middle-aged man with a pompadour and dragon and tiger tattoos slapped Zhang Wei, standing next to the young man.
He was the casino boss, Songshan’s notorious underground overlord, Li Bao, who had just threatened Xu Shaochen using Zhang Wei’s phone.
“Don’t worry, South Young Master. However much they won, I’ll make them give back double.”
Usually arrogant, he was now groveling before the young man in the silver suit, like a dog.
“Damn, your casino only allows losing, not winning!”
Zhao Qing cursed through gritted teeth, having taken several slaps already.
“You can win, but not against me, understand? No one dares to take my money. Win, and you’re dead.”
The young man in the silver suit blew a smoke ring at Zhao Qing, speaking calmly with a slightly imperfect Mandarin, carrying a hint of Hong Kong and Macau accent.
It was obvious he wasn’t from the mainland.