Chapter 951: The Zhao Family’s Dirty Tricks

Northwest.

Deng Family.

This was a Deng Family meeting.

Due to the grim state of the Deng Family, the atmosphere at the meeting was quite tense.

Some people didn’t care, looking completely indifferent.

Others frowned, as if deep in thought.

And there were those who seemed to be enjoying the misfortune.

Same family, same name—yet the reactions were clearly divided.

Deng Tianwen, now the Deng Family’s head, naturally sat at the main seat.

Once plump and full, he now looked noticeably thinner.

It wasn’t due to poor food, but his inability to eat from overwhelming stress.

“My 50 billion was frozen, locked up. We can’t access it for now. How we handle this situation will determine the Deng Family’s survival. Please, speak freely.”

After a long silence, Deng Tianwen spoke up, breaking it.

“Heh, back then, some people used any means necessary to eliminate rivals, severely harming our family. Now they’ve come back to us? That’s amusing.”

A middle-aged man in his thirties laughed, his words full of sarcasm.

“Smack!”

“Deng Jinhong! Stop with the sarcasm. If you have something to say, just say it!”

A younger member, supporting Deng Tianwen, stood up angrily.

“Where’s the sarcasm? What did I say wrong? I’m just speaking the truth. Our family was brought to this sorry state, and who exactly did this benefit, I wonder?”

Deng Jinhong stood unafraid, ready for a confrontation, but his gaze subtly fell on Deng Tianwen.

It was as close as pointing directly at Deng Tianwen’s nose, saying, “I’m targeting you.”

“Deng Jinhong, what? The rain stopped, skies cleared, and you think you’re back in charge now?”

Deng Tianwen’s gaze was cold as he looked at Deng Jinhong. No matter the state of the Deng Family, he would never allow anyone to challenge his authority.

His will was now the will of the entire Deng Family.

“You… Fine. Very well, keep going. I have business elsewhere, so I’m leaving.”

Deng Jinhong was furious, but mindful of Deng Tianwen’s current position, he said no more, throwing a quick remark before leaving.

“Anyone else want to leave? If you’re going to go, do it now. If anyone dares cause trouble halfway through this meeting, you can bet I won’t be polite about it.”

Deng Tianwen scanned the room with a piercing gaze.

Seeing no one respond, he smiled in satisfaction: “Good. Let’s continue.”

As he spoke, he signaled to a bodyguard behind him with a glance.

Deng Jinhong’s attitude made him uneasy. Someone had to go keep an eye on him.

The bodyguard quietly left. In no time, someone else filled his seat, and few noticed any change.

Meanwhile, Deng Jinhong, still frustrated, drove to a teahouse and booked a private room.

In his anger, he failed to notice that from the moment he left the Deng Family, he’d been under surveillance.

About twenty minutes later, a low-key Honda pulled up at the entrance, and Zhao Chen stepped out and entered the teahouse.

The bodyguard, keeping an eye on Deng Jinhong, saw this, his eyes flickering. He changed into casual clothes inside the car before entering the teahouse.

“Hey man, can you tell me which room my two friends just went into?”

Entering the teahouse, the bodyguard stopped a waiter, casually offering him a quality cigarette.

The waiter glanced at him, quickly taking the cigarette: “Thanks, sir. But which friends are you talking about?”

He called him ‘sir’ because the cigarette was expensive.

“The two cars outside—a Honda Accord and a Mazda 6.”

The bodyguard asked casually as he lit his own cigarette, offering another to the waiter.

“Thanks, sir, but I can’t accept that.” The waiter seemed flattered: “Your two friends are upstairs in Room 7. Should I take you up?”

“No need, you’re busy. I’ll go myself.”

The bodyguard smiled, patting the waiter’s shoulder. After the waiter left, he quickly exited the teahouse.

From the waiter, he’d confirmed Deng Jinhong and Zhao Chen were indeed in the same room.

Back in his car, he sent a message to Deng Tianwen.

…………

Meanwhile.

In Room 7 of the teahouse.

Deng Jinhong and Zhao Chen sat facing each other.

“Got some pent-up anger, Deng Shao? You don’t look too happy.”

Zhao Chen sipped his tea slowly and spoke leisurely, a sly smile forming on his face.

“Cut the nonsense! Isn’t this what you all wanted?” Deng Jinhong, his face dark, snapped. “I just need to know one thing—is everything you promised real or not?”

“Deng Shao, if you don’t believe me, I can give you a portion upfront. After all, the Deng Family offended Young Master Ye, and it’s only a matter of time before they’re wiped out. You don’t need to sink with this ship.”

“Besides, bluntly speaking, who is Deng Tianwen anyway? Hierarchically, you should be in charge. How did he get to sit where you belong?”

“I’m sure he didn’t hold back today. Don’t you want to take revenge in person, Deng Shao? Get revenge and get huge benefits all at once—why not?”

Zhao Chen’s words were like a devil tempting someone into ruin.

Deng Jinhong’s expression shifted between uncertainty and hesitation.

The only reason he agreed to meet Zhao Chen was because he’d let anger cloud his judgment.

Now that he’d calmed down, he felt conflicted.

“Deng Shao! Do you really think the Deng Family still has a chance to turn things around? Let’s not even mention Xu Shaochen—if Xu was really going to help, the Deng Family wouldn’t have ended up in this mess!”

Seeing Deng Jinhong still wavering, Zhao Chen raised his voice.

Deng Jinhong clenched his teeth: “Fine. I agree. But I need to see the money first.”

“There are 30 million right here.” Zhao Chen smiled and handed over a bank card.

Deng Jinhong pushed it back: “I want cash.”

After what happened to Deng Tianwen’s 50 billion being frozen, it’s still fresh in memory.

Zhao Chen wasn’t bothered: “Alright, no problem. I’ll make a call right now and have it sent over.”

“Kill Deng Tianwen, and the remaining 70 million can be delivered to you however you like.”

Indeed, the Zhao Family’s plan for buying off Deng Jinhong was to make him kill Deng Tianwen.

Once Deng Tianwen was dead, the Deng Family would instantly fall apart.

As for Deng Jinhong, the fool in front of him, he’d have the money but wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy it.

Once Deng Jinhong killed Deng Tianwen, the Zhao Family would inform the Deng Family who was responsible.

The Deng Family would never let Deng Jinhong go, and infighting would tear them apart, achieving two goals at once.

“Deng Tianwen, you’ve brought this on yourself.”

Deng Jinhong muttered through clenched teeth, his face filled with deep resentment.