The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 214 - 210: Do Your Job!

When Ye Jizu heard Qin Fan switch from his disinterest in the company to the topic of the Old Master, his expression immediately turned grave. He quickly answered truthfully, "Not yet. Soon after you left the Ye Family mansion the night before last, the Old Master rushed to catch an early morning flight to the capital. He hasn't returned, and he hasn't called me at all."

"Mr. Qin, has something happened?" Ma Yunbin, who already considered himself to be in the same boat, didn't feel the need to stay out of it and asked, puzzled.

"You'll find out in due time. Heh." With a knowing smile, Qin Fan looked toward the wine cabinet. "Go get a bottle of red wine. We'll consider it an early celebration for the company's opening and for me passing my college entrance exams. I won't be attending the ribbon-cutting ceremony tomorrow."

"What?! Mr. Qin, you're the one in charge! How can you not attend?" Ma Yunbin blurted out, stunned.

"I don't have time. Enough chatter, go get the wine," Qin Fan said coolly, the corners of his mouth upturned in a faint smile.

"Alright, fine." Still unable to figure out what Qin Fan was planning, Ma Yunbin paused for a moment before heading to the wine cabinet.

The rich aroma of a treasured 1982 Lafite filled the air as it was poured into a stemmed wine glass. Qin Fan took a sip of the fragrant crimson liquid and crossed his legs.

From the twenty-eighth-floor, floor-to-ceiling window, he gazed toward the bustling southeast. The Qin Family's grand mansion was located there. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"It's time for it to end. Everything," Qin Fan murmured softly, one hand resting on the sofa and the other holding his glass as he stared in the direction of the Qin estate.

Not hearing Qin Fan's murmur, Ma Yunbin downed his wine in one gulp and suddenly said, "Right, Mr. Qin, tomorrow is that old hag from the Qin Family's big birthday. A lot of powerful people will probably go to offer their congratulations. But if I put the word out, I bet those people would have to think twice and choose between me and the Qin Family! Should we take this opportunity to thoroughly humiliate them?"

"There's no need for that. Just keep the ribbon-cutting ceremony low-key. We don't need to cause a city-wide storm. As for the Qin Family matriarch's birthday... heh, I will be presenting her with a gift," Qin Fan said with a faint, sly smile.

A gift? Qin Fan was going to give a gift to that old hag from the Qin Family? Feeling the sinister intent seeping from that smile, Ma Yunbin felt a sudden, inexplicable thrill.

Is a big show about to start? The feud between Qin Fan and the Qin Family was no secret among Jiangzhou's upper crust. He had never doubted Qin Fan's desire for revenge, but he hadn't expected it to be delayed for so long. Given the power Qin Fan currently displayed, would it be difficult to wipe out the Qin Family? Not difficult in the slightest! The Qin Family's influence in Lingnan was extraordinary, and slaughtering them might cause a political earthquake. However, as long as Qin Fan, a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, communicated and made a few deals with those at the top, what would the Qin Family even matter? Forget one Qin Family. In the eyes of those supreme figures, ten Qin Families weren't worth a single Transformation Realm Grandmaster!

"What kind of gift, Mr. Qin?" Ma Yunbin asked excitedly, barely suppressing his eagerness for chaos.

"You'll find out tomorrow." Swirling the wine in his glass, Qin Fan drained it and set the glass down on the table. He stood and turned his back to Ma Yunbin, facing the window with a teasing chuckle.

"Can I come with you? Let Chairman Qin, his wife, and Old Ye handle the ribbon-cutting! It won't make a difference if I'm there or not!" Ma Yunbin also jumped to his feet, looking at Qin Fan's back and speaking sheepishly.

"Get lost. Do what you're supposed to and don't get ahead of yourself," Qin Fan rebuked him evenly.

HISS!

Hearing this, Ma Yunbin felt a chill run down his spine. His face paled slightly, and he was rendered speechless.

Seeing this, Ye Jizu shook his head and smiled. "Yunbin, Mr. Qin is right. We need to know our place. Don't say what shouldn't be said, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, and don't bring up what shouldn't be mentioned."

"Forget it. It's nothing. Let's drop it," Qin Fan said lightly, waving his hand as he bathed in the evening glow filtering through the large window.

Frankly, after returning to the modern world from several hundred years of ruthless slaughter on the Cangqiong Continent, he was used to a certain way of handling things. Ma Yunbin's pushy behavior, trying to take a mile after being given an inch, was somewhat hard for him to accept. Perhaps he would change, but that wasn't something that could happen overnight.

"Mr. Qin, I was wrong," Ma Yunbin said, finally realizing his mistake with a long sigh.

Qin Fan didn't explain, simply shaking his head with a small smile in response.

Meanwhile, a ringtone suddenly erupted from Ma Yunbin's pocket. Ma Yunbin frowned, about to reject the call, but Qin Fan seemed to know what he was doing and promptly said, "Answer it."

"Yes, Mr. Qin!" Slightly flustered, Ma Yunbin accepted the call.

The call lasted about forty seconds, with the person on the other end doing most of the talking. Finally, Ma Yunbin grunted an affirmation and hastily ended the call.

Without waiting for Qin Fan to ask, he took a step forward. "Mr. Qin, Old Mrs. Qin's birthday invitations have been sent far and wide, so many influential people have already arrived in Jiangzhou. Those restless second-generation kids from official, wealthy, and even shady backgrounds have organized an underground street race tonight at Yandang Mountain. Are you interested?"

"Are there bets?" Qin Fan mused for a moment before turning back with a playful smile.

"Of course! Racing is no fun without stakes," Ma Yunbin replied, familiar with the rules of the scene.

"Alright then. Since I'm idle anyway, let's go make a small fortune tonight. Jizu, let that rascal Ye Haoxuan tag along. We'll give him a chance to earn some pocket money," Qin Fan said, the corners of his mouth curling with interest.

Even though there were no modern cars during his years on the Cangqiong Continent, and he had never raced in his previous life, with his Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivation, manipulating a car would be as easy as flipping his hand.

"Mr. Qin, you want Haoxuan to come?" Ye Jizu exclaimed in disbelief.

"Let him come over," Qin Fan nodded.

"Yes, yes! On behalf of my son, I, Ye Jizu, thank you for this immense favor, Mr. Qin!" After receiving Qin Fan's confirmation, Ye Jizu was ecstatic and bowed deeply as he spoke.

He understood that this was undoubtedly a massive opportunity for Ye Haoxuan. It didn't matter whether Haoxuan could use this to further his relationship with Qin Fan, as the act of bringing him along was a signal in itself—a signal to the Ye Family and even to the world! As a dominant figure in Lingnan, Ye Jizu couldn't possibly miss this point. It was no wonder he was so overjoyed. He was clearly unsuited for such a gathering of the younger generation, but Ye Haoxuan was different. He could perfectly fill the role Ye Jizu wished he could by shadowing Qin Fan.