Heavenly Dragon Doctor Son-in-Law-Chapter 61 - 62 Tang Family Company in Crisis!

Only a few people truly understood the situation: Old Master Tang, Tang Yuxiang, and Zhang Meilan. But they had all promised Wang Ming they wouldn’t leak the secret. They all shared the same thought: to use the banquet to completely drive Qin Long out of the Tang family, and even out of Jiangzhong. Wang Ming, in particular, was eagerly wishing for time to pass more quickly.

「On the other side.」

Inside Jiangzhong’s Yulong Garden, Xiao Lingyue and Qing’er had been living for some time. At that moment, Xiao Lingyue was slouched in her office chair, staring blankly at the manila folder in her hand.

"Miss, I have made all the preparations," Qing’er, dressed in black leather pants, replied while standing ramrod straight.

"Very good." Xiao Lingyue waved her hand slightly and set the folder down. "Begin implementing Strategy A. Burn this file after you’ve read it."

Xiao Lingyue handed the folder to Qing’er, who glanced at the file, her beautiful eyes filled with confidence.

"Miss, isn’t this overly cautious?" she asked, her delicate brows furrowing slightly after she read it.

Xiao Lingyue rose from her plush chair, her lithe and graceful figure on full display. A look of helplessness filled her eyes as she gazed at the distant sky and sighed.

"Qiu Hu’s attempt to officially replace the Commander was rejected during the review, but he still wields immense power. Only the Commander’s return can truly suppress him. Right now, the million soldiers of the Heavenly Dragon Army are all awaiting the Heavenly Dragon’s return."

"Until my brother fully recovers his strength, we must be careful with everything we do," she continued. "Otherwise, he will undoubtedly hunt us down and wipe us out."

Hearing this, Qing’er immediately gave a solemn salute. After all, Qiu Hu was no longer their senior disciple; he now held immense power. For him, killing the current Qin Long in the Grand Xia Nation would be as simple as crushing an ant.

"Miss, that Wang Ming has started targeting the Commander again," Qing’er reported. "He booked the Sky Garden, intending to use the Tang family’s fiftieth-anniversary banquet to propose to Miss Tang Xuewu."

A cold arrogance glinted in Xiao Lingyue’s lovely eyes. "He’s nothing but a buffoon. We’ll teach him a lesson when the time comes."

Xiao Lingyue didn’t give him a second thought. When her brother was still the Commander, forget the minor Wang Family of Jiangzhong; even the great families of Yanjing wouldn’t have dared to act so rashly. A mere rich second-generation heir like Wang Ming was hardly worth her notice. Jiangzhong was just a temporary stop for them, after all.

"We wait until all strategic deployments are complete and the Commander returns. Three hundred thousand soldiers of the Dragon Guard Army will arrive in Jiangzhong. The Heavenly Dragon will return!" As Xiao Lingyue spoke, her eyes sparkled with the anticipation of a young girl.

At that time, who would dare stand in Qin Long’s way? A single word from him could turn the Wang Family of Jiangzhong to ash. All the families in Jiangzhong would have to bow their heads in submission.

At six o’clock in the afternoon, in the Tang family’s courtyard, Zhang Meilan was once again whispering poison about Qin Long into Tang Xuewu’s ear. This had made Tang Xuewu extremely irritable lately, and she lacked any motivation for her work. She was the general manager of the project and had many details to handle. Recently, a new difficulty had also arisen. Due to the ever-increasing number of orders, their processing factories couldn’t keep up with demand at all.

Tang Xuewu’s mood plummeted. What should I do? I already approached Tang Yuxiang’s factory, but they said they don’t have the capacity. Grandfather said this is a test for me and isn’t planning to help. Her pretty face was filled with gloom as she shook her head helplessly.

"My dear daughter, you’re so clever most of the time, how can you be so foolish now?" Zhang Meilan said. "Hurry up and call Wang Ming. He’ll definitely do everything in his power to help you."

"I don’t need help from his factories," Tang Xuewu said, her face set with determination.

"Then what are you going to do?" Zhang Meilan questioned. "If you can’t fulfill the orders, you’ll have to pay a hefty contract termination fee. The Tang family will face the danger of a ruptured capital chain. Do you think your grandfather won’t cast us out again then?"

Zhang Meilan’s questions left Tang Xuewu speechless. Even the most resourceful person can’t make something out of nothing. She was in charge of this project, and she had to solve this problem.

"Right now, the only solution is to subcontract the orders at a high price, but all our money is already tied up in operations. There’s nothing left."

"So what’s the big deal about calling your future husband? If you won’t call him, I will!" Zhang Meilan put down what she was holding, preparing to make the call herself.

Tang Xuewu looked deeply troubled. Where could she possibly find that much money on such short notice?

"How much would the subcontracting cost?" Suddenly, Qin Long, having put away his Golden Needle, emerged from his room leaning on a crutch.

"What’s the use in telling you?" Zhang Meilan spat, glaring at Qin Long through gritted teeth. "You can’t even produce a single cent!"

Qin Long ignored her.

"A little over five million," Tang Xuewu said quietly, looking down as she answered him.

"I’ll give it to you." Leaning on his crutch, Qin Long slowly stood up straighter, motioning for Tang Xuewu to help support him.

"Qin Long, what are you going to do?" Tang Xuewu asked, her pretty face full of confusion.

"I’m going to transfer the money to you," Qin Long stated plainly.

Hearing this, Tang Xuewu’s mouth fell open. Behind them, Zhang Meilan burst into derisive laughter.

"Qin Long, has your brain broken again? This is five million, not fifty cents! How ridiculous. You can’t even take out ten cents! For an ordinary person, five million is enough to achieve financial freedom! If you put it in a bank on a three-year fixed deposit, you’d earn over 620,000 in interest. That’s equivalent to 17,000 a month!" Zhang Meilan pulled out a calculator, scolding him as she punched in the numbers.

"I could probably withdraw that amount a few hundred times over from my card," Qin Long said, pulling a golden card from his pocket and giving it a little shake.

The card gleamed with a dazzling light, and it looked as if a golden dragon was coiled around it. It was absolutely magnificent.

The Peerless Golden Dragon Card!

Zhang Meilan and Tang Xuewu stared, their eyes immediately glued to the Golden Dragon Card in Qin Long’s hand, their faces a mask of puzzlement.

"This is..." Zhang Meilan’s expression changed dramatically as she suddenly recalled something. She had seen a card like this before on an overseas television program. Legend had it that only peerless individuals of extraordinary status could possess one. Yet Qin Long’s card was even more stunning, featuring a golden dragon’s head in the center.

"Qin Long, what card is this?" Tang Xuewu asked, her curiosity piqued. She had never seen anything like it.

Qin Long handed it to her so she could get a closer look. "The Peerless Golden Dragon Card. Only eighty-some of these have ever been issued in the entire world," he explained, his expression completely serious as he held nothing back from Tang Xuewu.

"What a load of crap!" Zhang Meilan shouted angrily. "Are you trying to trick Xuewu again? A card like that probably doesn’t even exist. You’re just making things up!"

Zhang Meilan was certain of it. After all, she had gone through Qin Long’s belongings more than a dozen times. If he had such a card, how could she not know?

Qin Long just shook his head helplessly at her. Zhang Meilan had no idea that the shabby card she’d seen before was merely a disguise, a protective sleeve intentionally designed by Xiao Lingyue. The real card was hidden inside. As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving.

"I’m not going to argue with you. You’ll see once I transfer the money," Qin Long said, gesturing for Tang Xuewu to follow him.

"Alright," Tang Xuewu agreed after a moment’s hesitation. This is, after all, a gesture of goodwill from Qin Long. Refusing might hurt his feelings. Besides, using his money is far better than using Wang Ming’s. And aside from begging Wang Ming, I’m out of options.

"Okay, let’s go." Tang Xuewu nodded at Qin Long, ready to leave.