After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 205: I want you, unable to live or die!

Old Master Chen was pondering whether he should ask Han Long for help.

After all, they currently shared a common enemy, and this enemy was quite troublesome—not someone who could be dealt with by a mere word. If I use this opportunity to completely ruin Shen Fanyun, wouldn’t that also alleviate Han Long’s current worries? If we cooperate sincerely and annihilate Shen Fanyun in one fell swoop, Han Long would surely be pleased. After all, anyone who dares to harm his own son has only one path: death!

Moreover, Han Long was the undisputed Cash King of Hangcheng City, possessing a formidable cash reserve. This man, who had exceptional foresight in business, had been fond of accumulating cash for many years. From Han Long’s perspective, a true businessman must keep his vulnerabilities and lifelines held firmly in his own hands. Only then, when disaster finally strikes, would he have the ability and means to manage the risk.

It had to be said, Han Long was incredibly admirable in this regard. Looking across all of Hangcheng City, although Han Long was clearly the wealthiest man, he also had the fewest dealings with the banks. Any business he did have with them was usually because the banks had pleaded with him to take out loans simply to boost their local performance metrics. Han Long’s cash reserves had become so strong that he no longer had to bow to any department’s demands, completely eliminating the risk of a broken capital chain.

"If I seek an audience with Han Long now, would he help me?" Old Master Chen murmured to himself.

At present, it seemed that only Han Long could pull him out of this crisis. However, over the years, Old Master Chen had not had much interaction with Han Long. It wasn’t that he was unwilling, but that he was simply a tier below him and couldn’t get on his level.

Merchants, especially those in Hangcheng City, placed a high value on social hierarchy. Every level had its own distinct, clearly defined circle. A billionaire would never dine at the same table as someone worth mere hundreds of millions. By the same token, an individual worth a billion wouldn’t deign to give the so-called middle class, with their paltry tens of millions in assets, so much as a second glance. In the eyes of ordinary people in Hangcheng City, the Chen Family was an unapproachable and prestigious clan. But in the eyes of Han Long, they were utterly insignificant.

Old Master Chen wasn’t certain he could even get a meeting with Han Long, but things had already come to this. How would he know if he didn’t try?

"Prepare the car. I’m going out."

Old Master Chen stood up, changed into a more respectable set of clothes, and hurriedly left his home.

The Han Family mansion was situated in the wealthiest and most valuable area in the city. It was a standalone estate, occupying more than thirty-three acres. Pushing open a window revealed a stunning, unobstructed view of the river, with the entire bustling cityscape laid out below.

Of course, the gates of the Han Family were also the most difficult to enter. For one, security was extremely tight. For another, it was nearly impossible for a person of ordinary status to meet Han Long. This famous local figure was truly as elusive as a divine dragon, showing its head but never its tail.

Arriving at the Han Family mansion without an appointment, he could only request an audience with the Han Family’s steward on the spot. After a brief exchange, the man simply shook his head.

"Sir, I have urgent matters to discuss. Please, do me this favor and inform Mr. Han," Old Master Chen said, humbling himself as much as he possibly could.

The Han Family’s steward just shook his head again. He tucked his hands into his sleeves and looked up at the sky, his refusal perfectly clear.

Old Master Chen’s heart plummeted. It was just as he had feared: his status was far too low to grant him an audience with Han Long. If he couldn’t get help from Han Long, was the Chen Family truly just supposed to wait for death?

"Sir..." Old Master Chen was distraught, his face ashen. He was on the verge of collapsing to his knees, but it was still no use.

Another thought struck him. Steeling his resolve, Old Master Chen dropped to his knees before the old steward. "Please, sir, I beg you to announce my visit! I would be eternally grateful for this great kindness!"

This was the first time in his entire life that Old Master Chen had ever been so subservient.

The old steward’s hands remained still as he shot him a nonchalant glance. "Go back."

Old Master Chen was left speechless.

Deciding it was best to put the matter out of sight and out of mind, the steward decisively turned and entered the opulent mansion behind him, leaving Old Master Chen kneeling on the ground, completely ignored.

Old Master Chen’s face turned deathly pale. He was filled with a suffocating sense of humiliation and anger, followed swiftly by a deep wave of powerlessness.

He had actually prepared himself for this before he came. He knew the odds of meeting Han Long were slim to none. The gap between people is like an insurmountable chasm. Why would someone of Han Long’s high status be interested in meeting me? Let alone cooperating to eliminate Shen Fanyun? Why would Han Long even need to join forces with anyone? Wouldn’t that be beneath him?

Old Master Chen stood up dispiritedly. He stared blankly at the Han Family’s mansion for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and sighed. There was nothing more to be said.

「Upon returning to the Chen Family」

The atmosphere in the home was still shrouded in an invisible, oppressive tension. No one spoke when they saw each other, their faces etched with worry, as if a great disaster was about to befall them. In truth, a great disaster was already looming over the Chen Family.

"Father, in just five hours, our family’s assets have already taken a twenty-million-dollar hit," one of them said.

"If we don’t come up with a plan soon, the Chen Family will collapse!"

"Father, we can’t just sit here and wait for death!"

Five hours? In a mere five hours, that man has cost the Chen Family twenty million. His methods are truly ruthless.

Chen Su was also at home, but seeing her grandfather’s grim expression and mood, she didn’t dare make a peep. She actually understood why the Chen Family had suddenly encountered such a massive problem.

Chen Su thought of a name. Zhao Jian. The root of all this is that useless piece of trash!

"Tomorrow, wake up early and come with me," Old Master Chen suddenly instructed Chen Su.

Startled at being singled out, Chen Su flinched slightly before asking hesitantly, "Go... go where?"

Old Master Chen gave a bitter smile. Where else could we possibly go? Shen Fanyun’s methods have far surpassed my predictions. The Chen Family simply can’t withstand his fierce assault. Our old friends have abandoned us, and Han Long is unreachable. There is only one path left for the Chen Family now: go to Shen Fanyun, humbly and obediently. Kowtow. Apologize. Beg for him to show mercy. Of course, the twenty million we swallowed from the Zhao Family has to be returned in full. Because of that twenty million, our total losses have ended up far exceeding that number.

"Greedy people truly never have a good end," Old Master Chen muttered, shaking his head, his face pale and lusterless. To be schooled and chastised by a young man at my age is a profound humiliation. I can’t even begin to fathom what kind of powerful figure this young man is to possess such formidable means.

"Can I... can I not go?" Chen Su seemed to guess their destination. After a long hesitation, she asked timidly.

SLAP!

Without another word, Old Master Chen struck her across the face. "If it weren’t for your ’good deeds,’ our Chen family wouldn’t have come to this!"