Chapter 771: Chapter 835 He’s Back Chapter 771: Chapter 835 He’s Back Chapter Eight Hundred and Thirty-Five
The young man, dressed in a tailor-made suit, sat in a wheelchair.
If Long Xiaoshan were here, he would definitely recognize this young man as the sa Young Master Cui who had broken Wang Chao’s legs at the Wanlong Mountain Hot Spring last ti.
Standing by his side was a woman in a black OL suit skirt, with a voluptuous figure, attending to him.
Zheng Zhongtian stood in front of him, smiling obsequiously, “Young Master Cui, what brings you to this old man’s place today?
Your visit truly graces my humble abode.”
“Zheng Laoshi, cut the crap.
How’s the job I asked you to handle going?
I heard that Bai’s dicinal Materials Company hasn’t shut down yet.
...
Are you trying to play tricks on ?”
A look of disgust flashed in the eyes of the woman in the black dress, but she dared not walk away.
Even her own boss, Zheng Zhongtian, was so respectful to this Young Master Cui—where did she, a re secretary, get the right to resist?
Although Zheng Zhongtian was not pleased to watch his own secretary and lover being toyed with right before his eyes, Young Master Cui was a big deal, coming from a major family in Tianfu.
In the face of this powerful young master, how could he afford to be negligent?
To hell with a re lover—if the young master took a fancy, he would willingly offer up even his own haggard wife.
“Young Master Cui, how could I possibly dare?
You’ve co at just the right ti.
I’ve already had my n set up a sche.
I guarantee Bai’s dicinal Materials will beco infamously known, with no hope of ever recovering,” Zheng Zhongtian quickly explained the plan he had laid out to Young Master Cui.
“Not bad, old fox, that’s a pretty cunning setup.”
Young Master Cui’s eyes lit up.
Without the slightest change in expression, Zheng Zhongtian said, “Young Master Cui, there’s a bedroom over there.
If you’re tired, I can have Little Li accompany you inside to rest a bit.”
Young Master Cui replied with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, “Speaking of which, I am indeed a bit tired from coming all the way from the province today.
I won’t stand on ceremony then.”
“Please don’t stand on ceremony, Young Master Cui.
Your visits are rare.
Little Li, why aren’t you accompanying Young Master Cui inside?” said Zheng Zhongtian.
“General Zheng, I…” The secretary in the black dress panicked, clearly understanding the implication in Zheng Zhongtian’s words.
“Little Li!” Zheng Zhongtian’s face darkened, his voice cold.
Zheng Laoshi, feared throughout Hechuan for decades, may appear as a harmless old man, but once angered, the aura he emitted was not sothing a young secretary fresh out of university could withstand.
The secretary in the black dress said with a trembling voice, “Yes, I understand.”
She pushed Young Master Cui’s wheelchair toward the bedroom connected to the office.
Young Master Cui, watching the secretary trembling and bending unwillingly to his will, saw a twisted excitent flash in his eyes.
He most enjoyed seeing won reluctantly but inevitably submitting.
“Bai’s dicinal Materials, huh.
Long Xiaoshan, not only do I intend to crush your company and ruin your reputation, but I will also have my way with each and every one of your won eventually.” Images of Bai Susu, the president of Bai’s dicinal Materials, as well as Su Wan and Yunlin, flashed through Young Master Cui’s mind.
Each one was a top-notch beauty, far surpassing this little secretary.
Just as he was indulging in his fantasies,
the phone in the office suddenly blared irritatingly.
Zheng Zhongtian picked up the phone.
After listening for a few monts, his expression darkened as he exclaid, “What did you say?”
“Okay, co up quickly!”
Zheng Zhongtian hung up the phone.
Hearing Zheng Zhongtian’s voice turning sowhat frantic, Young Master Cui turned around and asked, “Elder Zheng, what’s wrong?”
Zheng Zhongtian coughed, hesitated, and said, “It seems there’s been a problem with Bai’s dicinal Materials.”
Young Master Cui’s face turned cold as he wheeled back, “What kind of problem now?
You assured that Bai’s dicinal Materials would completely collapse.”
“Young Master Cui, please calm down.
My man is on his way up.
I’ll ask what exactly happened first,” said Zheng Zhongtian.
Compared to toying with won, Young Master Cui was more concerned about how to get revenge on Long Xiaoshan.
His mood was instantly spoiled.
A few minutes later, the door to Zheng Zhongtian’s office opened, and two n walked in.
Leading was a middle-aged man with a crew cut and a stern deanor, followed by the stocky man who had just frad Bai’s dicinal Materials Company.
“Uncle Four, Young Master Cui,” the man with the crew cut greeted them.
“Little Lu, what on earth is going on?” Zheng Zhongtian asked with a concentrated voice.
The man with the buzz cut turned to the muscular man and said coldly, “Mao Ming, did you hear that?
Fourth Uncle is asking you a question.”
The man nad Mao Ming was rely a subordinate to the buzz cut man, without even the qualification to directly contact Zheng Zhongtian.
The buzz cut man was Zheng Zhongtian’s confidant, and such a matter of framing would definitely not involve him directly, especially since Bai’s dicinal Materials was Long Xiaoshan’s business.
Long Xiaoshan was still the nominal head of the comrce association.
Zheng Zhongtian wouldn’t have defected so blatantly.
Mao Ming said with a panicked face, “Fourth Uncle, I, I followed Brother Lu’s orders and took people to Bai’s dicinal Materials.
Everything was going well, and the TV station even got it on film.
But suddenly, soone appeared, like a devil, a pat from him, and our n were laughing non-stop like they were struck with epilepsy.
All of us lost control of our bodies because of him.
He also threatened Hu Jing, the reporter we hired to set this up.
In the end, that Hu Jing betrayed us all, and he even told him your na, Fourth Uncle.”
Zheng Zhongtian frowned.
The story sounded bizarre—what kind of person could make others laugh non-stop with just a pat, as if stricken with epilepsy?
But at his age, he had seen too many strange things, so he couldn’t be certain Mao Ming was lying.
“The person you ntioned, do you know who he is?”
Mao Ming nodded in a hurry and said, “He let go in the end, telling to pass a ssage to you, Fourth Uncle.”
“What ssage?”
“He, he said it like this,” Mao Ming hesitated.
“Spit it out already, dammit,” the buzz cut man kicked Mao Ming hard.
Mao Ming said, “He, he said, ‘Go back and tell Zheng Zhongtian that I, Long Xiaoshan, have returned.
Tomorrow at noon, I’ll be waiting for them on Wanlong Mountain.
All mbers of the Hechuan City comrce association must co; otherwise, wait for to co and collect their heads one by one!'”
Zheng Zhongtian suddenly stood up, his face changing as he said, “You said his na is Long Xiaoshan?”
Mao Ming said, “I, I don’t know who he is, but that’s what he said.”
Zheng Zhongtian’s face flushed with shock and anger.
Long Xiaoshan had returned!
Since the last battle for the Dragon Head position, Long Xiaoshan had rarely shown his face.
His so-called Dragon Head title was basically just an empty na.
He had never used the Dragon Head title to do anything or command these big shots.
So when Young Master Cui and the others ca knocking, faced with these famous young masters from Xichuan Province and their massive backing forces behind them, Zheng Zhongtian decisively chose to take sides.
In fact, it wasn’t just Zheng Zhongtian; even Wang Sihai, who was closest to Long Xiaoshan, opted to switch sides as well.
After all, how could an empty Dragon Head title compare to so many influential young masters?
Yet, upon hearing the ssage Long Xiaoshan had Mao Ming bring back, Zheng Zhongtian couldn’t help but feel a surge of fear.
He rembered Long Xiaoshan’s divine might during the battle for the Dragon Head position—how he was fearless even against bullets.
If he really ca to take their heads, Zheng Zhongtian wondered if his underlings could stop him.
Young Master Cui snorted coldly, “This Long Xiaoshan is too arrogant, really thinking he’s invincible in the world.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth.
A scream echoed through the room.
Mao Ming clutched his chest, falling to the ground, writhing in agony.
“Mao Ming, what’s wrong with you?” the buzz cut man went to help Mao Ming up.
“My, my heart!”
Mao Ming cried out in pain, suddenly started spitting blood.
Blood gushed from his mouth as if it was free, and within a few seconds, a large pool had ford.
Mao Ming’s struggles grew weaker and weaker until he beca motionless, his eyes wide open, dead without closing them.
The secretary in a black dress scread, fainting from fear.
The remaining people, including Zheng Zhongtian and Young Master Cui, trembled slightly, their eyes filled with uncontrollable terror.
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