The City's Strongest Son-in-law-Chapter 286 - 287: No Valuable Connection

Cheng Shi chuckled lightly. Tang Qiulu indeed had extraordinary courage; this small problem was nothing in her eyes.

"Then I’ll thank Miss Tang first. I’ve gotten the response I wanted, so I won’t bother you any further and I’ll leave now." Cheng Shi stood up and said.

Compensation for the West District project made the Tang Family resentful, but since Tang Qiulu is the group’s chairperson, and she just said that, no one dared to contradict.

"Tang Qiulu, you’re such a coward. When they ask for compensation, you just give it. I wonder how long the group can last under your leadership," Tang Xiangdong sneered coldly.

The trouble with Cheng Shi was easily handled by Tang Qiulu, which he wasn’t happy to see, but at least it could make Tang Qiulu bleed a little, which was already good enough.

"If we file a lawsuit against Weishui Real Estate, the group will face more troubles. We’ve already lost the West District project, but to keep the Tang Family out of the top-tier ranks. However, keeping the group operating normally under the current conditions isn’t too difficult," Tang Qiulu said.

She had already planned not to focus on that goal for now, so the group wouldn’t be under much pressure as long as it could continue to develop. The future goal isn’t impossible to pursue.

The priority now is to quickly get the group back on track, without letting the West District project have any impact.

"10 billion of loans, now the group has lost the West District project. How do you plan to pay it back?" Tang Xiangdong asked.

Tang Qiulu looked at Tang Xiangdong, smiled lightly, and said, "You are no longer part of the Tang Group now. There’s no need for you to manage the group’s affairs, is there?"

"You..." Tang Xiangdong trembled with anger. Tang Qiulu implied she was kicking him out of the group.

"Should I call the security, or will you leave voluntarily?" Tang Qiulu asked.

Tang Xiangdong sneered, "Without me, Tang Xiangdong, the group will collapse sooner or later. Tang Qiulu, just wait and see. Sooner or later, you’ll beg me."

"I know you have quite a network, but don’t forget, any businessman always puts their interests first. Do you think anyone cares about these worthless relationships now?" Tang Qiulu said.

Worthless relationships!

These words turned into a sharp sword piercing Tang Xiangdong’s heart.

He said those things to threaten Tang Qiulu, but who knew Tang Qiulu saw through it in an instant.

Once he’s no longer the chairperson, who would seriously regard him?

Moreover, the group of people around Yang Lei had proactively mentioned ongoing cooperation after Yang Lei unexpectedly died.

Tang Xiangdong understood some event definitely occurred; perhaps Tang Qiulu, this scheming woman, managed to handle everything.

"Tang Qiulu, I will surely make you regret your actions!" Tang Xiangdong said, then turned to the Tang Family members and continued, "I will also make you realize who truly has the ability to make the Tang Family prosper. You will regret being under his leadership sooner or later."

After Tang Xiangdong left, the Tang Family meeting continued as usual. Tang Qiulu’s plan was particularly simple: stabilize the current development of the Tang Family and then break through elsewhere.

These members of the Tang Family would certainly have no objections to this because they depend on the group for survival. Moreover, Tang Qiulu is now the group’s chairperson, so they only need to obediently listen to instructions.

Meanwhile, Su Changfeng was driving a Lamborghini toward Rong City.

Rong City is less than 100 kilometers from Hai City, but its development is better than that of Hai City, and in recent years it has vaguely started to resemble a first-tier city.

There is a particularly famous temple in Rong City where believers pray on the first and fifteenth days, and it’s quite popular.

It’s said that the abbot of this temple is a great immortal. Of course, only devout believers believe that; most visitors come to pray for peace of mind.

At a place resembling a temple, it’s rare to see someone dressed like a Taoist, but at this moment, a young Taoist was walking up the path to the back hill, unaffected by the strange looks sent his way by passersby.

"Why are you staring at me? Never seen a Taoist who believes in Buddhism?"

"Still looking? If you keep staring, I’ll blind you!"

"Move aside, move aside, don’t hinder the small path up the mountain."

This Taoist cursed as he walked, and upon reaching the back hill, he went through twists and turns to arrive in front of a green tile house.

The area had few people; it was off-limits to believers and visitors, known only to the abbot and a few others.

"I’m back, Master." The young Taoist sat in front of the house without any semblance of spiritual practice, and after sitting down he removed his shoes and rubbed his feet, even sniffing his hand with a particularly satisfied expression.

"This trip exhausted me, but I did meet the person you mentioned. Honestly, he’s not much; if I fought him, he’d be on his knees in three moves, pleading for me to spare his life." The Taoist continued.

The door opened, and a white-haired old man leisurely stepped out and flicked the Taoist’s head: "Qing Yin, tell me the truth — you didn’t do anything foolish, right?"

The Taoist named Qing Yin painfully rubbed his head and said, "Master, I truly followed your instructions and just met with him, nothing else was said or done. You needn’t worry."

"Hmm." The old man nodded and took out a translucent jade from his pocket, saying: "This item is particularly important; you must keep it safe."

Qing Yin immediately reached for the jade, his face filled with greed: "Master, this thing looks nice, it must be valuable."

The white-haired old man stretched out his hand, seemingly preparing to chastise Qing Yin, but Qing Yin quickly ran off, saying: "Don’t worry, Master. I was just asking; I will surely take good care of this thing."

"Remember, this jade is vital. Even if you’re on the verge of death, you must not give it to anyone. It’s a token of paramount importance," the old man said.

"Don’t worry, I’m so clever, I surely won’t forget," Qing Yin said with a grin.