The godfather was quite famous locally, but surprisingly it was not for infamy, but for a good reputation, almost like a savior. Everyone in the small town sang his praises.
They said that after he made his fortune, he spent a lot of money to develop what was originally just a fishing village into a small town, gradually cultivating industry and shipping to turn it into a modernized town with a combination of tourism and shipping. Those once poor fishern now all live good lives, so they are endlessly grateful to Su Feiman.
Third Young Master Jun couldn’t help but laugh sarcastically, "The godfather’s hands are stained with blood, yet he’s a philanthropist. This is an enormous irony."
Of course, amidst the chorus of praise, there were always discordant voices.
Concerning Su Feiman’s rise to wealth and his entry into politics, opinions varied. In truth, in such a backward area, with severe political corruption, a poor boy with no money or influence couldn’t possibly embark on a political career.
Third Young Master Jun had heard many versions of how Su Feiman had gotten rich overnight.
He left his hotown for a year and, in a very short ti, beca wealthy. So said he inherited a fortune from a foreign relative, so said he won a huge lottery, and others said he married a wealthy widow who then died, leaving him all her wealth—varied bizarre explanations abounded.
Third Young Master Jun sneered, thinking only the naive common folk could believe wealth falls from the sky without reason.
He had checked, and the godfather’s relatives were all poor; there was no such thing as a rich uncle abroad. The stories of winning lotteries or marrying rich widows were even more far-fetched.
Where could this mysterious enormous wealth have co from?
"Lie Feng, what do you think?"
Standing by his side, the silent man facing the biting night wind, like a mountain peak standing firm in the darkness, strong and steadfast, a re shadow of an existence when silent, guarding everything in silence.
"To accumulate wealth rapidly in a short ti, doing business is hardly enough. One must take dark paths. In such a backward country or region, there are three routes: smuggling, engaging in illegal business, or... trafficking drugs!"
Third Young Master Jun raised his eyebrows, showing a look of satisfaction, "Exactly. And the godfather’s radical and risk-taking nature isn’t that of a man who plays by the rules. So next, we should start investigating these three areas. It’s rare for to co to his birthplace with a justified reason. If I don’t turn his background upside down, then this trip would be a waste!"
Third Young Master Jun’s eyes narrowed fiercely, a chilling intent crawling into his pupils, each bit filled with hatred for the godfather and a yearning desire to challenge him.
Defeating the godfather was his greatest goal in life.
Lie Feng glanced at his watch, "It’s already one in the morning, and in half an hour, the ship will arrive at this private dock, and our cargo will be unloaded!"
Third Young Master Jun nodded arrogantly, determined to carry out both aspects simultaneously without fail.
But at that mont, his private cell phone suddenly rang.
This was the phone he mainly used to contact his family back ho. Third Young Master Jun frowned—who would call him at this ti?
When he opened it, he found a video ssage. As the video played on his phone screen, a familiar figure appeared.
Third Young Master Jun shuddered, his pupils constricted, his breathing almost stilled.
It was Ye Lu.
His calm deanor instantly turned cold and bloodthirsty, too agitated to remain composed. He grabbed the phone and called back without thinking.
Gu Yan’s languid voice soon ca through the phone.
"You called back so quickly, revealing your nervousness and care. You’ve fallen into a passive position at once. Third Young Master, this isn’t like you—always in control."
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