24: Chapter 24 Watching Dogs Bite Dogs

Wei Ziang sneered and gestured in the air with both hands:

"That kid came over without saying a single human word and just had someone bring in 100,000 in cash."

"In front of a room full of women, he threw the money into the air and scattered it right there."

The private room fell silent.

Only the sound of Wei Ziang's rapid breathing remained.

"I, Wei Ziang, am a person of status in Northern Shaanxi; when have I ever suffered such indignation?"

"I had originally arranged for a few people from the streets to go and teach him a lesson."

Wei Ziang gritted his teeth: "But the next morning, I received a call."

"The people I arranged were wiped out completely in one night."

"The other party even made a warning call to my mobile phone."

After speaking, Wei Ziang picked up the specially supplied raw spirit in front of him.

He tilted his neck and downed it in one gulp.

Drinking too quickly, he choked and coughed twice, his eyes turning red.

Gao Yang leaned back against his chair and frowned.

Young Master Han didn't speak.

He lowered his eyelids, staring at the liquor in his cup.

His fingertips silently rubbed along the edge of the rim for two circles.

Listening to Wei Ziang's description, Young Master Han pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

He ignored Wei Ziang's emotions.

His index finger knuckle landed on the sandalwood tabletop, making a "tap, tap" sound.

In Young Master Han's aristocratic logic.

There was a clear rift in this story.

A family where the whole clan is in politics and avoids public attention must educate its descendants to be restrained and forbearing.

Scattering 100,000 in cash in a nightclub just to win an argument?

This kind of ostentatious and vulgar behavior is the act of an uncultured upstart.

This is not the fundamental logic that a political aristocratic family could cultivate.

Young Master Han's fingers, which were tapping on the table, paused.

His expression didn't change.

But in his heart, he put a question mark on Shen Du's identity as the "Shen Family Crown Prince."

Qin Tiankuo, sitting beside him.

Unhurriedly picked up a piece of steamed leopard coral grouper and chewed it.

Qin Tiankuo knew the truth about that night at Lanting Mansion.

But he didn't expose Wei Ziang's embellishments.

Even if he had been there that day, he wouldn't necessarily have dared to act presumptuously in front of Shen Du.

Shen Du was just a participant and didn't take Wei Ziang seriously at all.

Qin Tiankuo lowered his eyes slightly.

His peripheral vision swept over Young Master Han and Gao Yang.

So what if they came from Beijing?

In this territory of Shanghai, they were merely tools used to scout the path.

He wished Wei Ziang would stir this muddy water as much as possible.

It would be best if he could make the Beijing Circle, the upstart, and Shen Du fight to the death.

Whether Shen Du was a member of the Shen Family or not, Qin Tiankuo didn't care.

As long as these parties tore each other apart.

He could free up his hands to legitimately drag Wei Ziang into the abyss and swallow those coal mines.

Qin Tiankuo swallowed the fish.

He put down his ivory chopsticks, picked up a warm towel, lowered his head, and meticulously wiped his fingers.

After three rounds of drinks.

Wei Ziang stood up with a flushed face, bracing himself against the table:

"Young Master Han, Gao Yang, you two go ahead and drink, I'm going to the restroom."

Young Master Han nodded.

The soundproof door closed.

The sound of Wei Ziang's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The moment the door closed, the smile on Young Master Han's face faded, leaving only indifference.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, threw them on the table, and looked at Qin Tiankuo:

"Young Master Qin, the upstart's brain is truly stupid."

"If Shen Du is truly as arrogant as he says, then he cannot be a member of the Shen Family."

"But I need an accurate scale to weigh the bones of this Shen Du."

"I happen to have a ready-made poison pill in my hand."

Qin Tiankuo picked up the hot towel to wipe his hands and spoke unhurriedly:

"Recently, Meituan is coming to Shanghai to conduct a 'community food delivery' pilot program."

"The 'radicals' in City Hall, for the sake of political achievements, have thrown out a 50 million subsidy to force this project through."

"On the surface, with government backing and a monopoly, it's a piece of fat meat."

Young Master Han frowned: "Where is the poison?"

"The poison is in the hands of the 'conservatives'."

Qin Tiankuo threw the towel into the tray and lowered his voice:

"The conservatives have long earmarked that land in the Old City District to be sold to developers to earn land transfer fees. They won't allow any delivery stations to be built there."

"Now, the fire department, urban management, and traffic police under them have already set up a trap."

"Whoever dares to take this project will be sealed off the next day under the guise of 'fire hazards' and 'traffic obstruction,' and the funds will rot in the water."

Young Master Han's eyes narrowed.

He sniffed out the trick behind it.

"Isn't that dog Wei Ziang just worrying about not having a chance to curry favor with you two?"

Qin Tiankuo pushed a plate of sliced Wagyu beef in front of Young Master Han:

"Then let this dog pay."

"Spend a large sum of money to take down this project, package it as a guaranteed money-maker, and offer it to Shen Du as a tribute."

"If Shen Du is a grassroots commoner, seeing the government's 50 million subsidy and cash, he will pounce on it like a hungry dog."

Qin Tiankuo paused:

"At that time, the conservatives' knife will fall."

"Shen Du will die without a burial place, and Wei Ziang's cash flow will also be crushed."

This was Qin Tiankuo's goal.

By using the meat grinder of politics, he could hollow out Wei Ziang without shedding blood, so he could take over the coal mines.

"But if he really is a member of the Shen Family..." Gao Yang couldn't help but interject from the side.

"Then the moment he hears the project address and the subsidy, he will be able to smell the scent of the dead buried inside."

Young Master Han took over the conversation:

"Not only will he not accept it, but he will also use the most arrogant posture to kick Wei Ziang, along with his money, out the door."

The private room fell silent.

Using an upstart's assets as bait, and using the infighting of high-level factions as the killing blow.

This is the way of probing that belongs to this social class.

Young Master Han put his gold-rimmed glasses back on.

He picked up the yellowish raw spirit in front of him, reached across the sandalwood tabletop, and held it out toward Qin Tiankuo.

"Clink."

The glasses hit each other, making a crisp sound.

Young Master Han raised his neck and drained the liquor in his cup in one gulp.

October 20th, men's dormitory.

Lin Zimo gripped the back of the chair with both hands, his bloodshot eyes staring at the computer screen.

Against the dark background of "Wenhua Finance,"

The red K-line representing the main contract of zhengzhou cotton futures was climbing steeply upward.

In the dozen or so fragmented sub-accounts in the background, the red floating profit numbers were jumping.

"Shen, Brother Shen..."

Lin Zimo's voice trembled with excitement, with a slight crack in it:

"The orders for adding positions with floating profits have all been followed... We've made 10 million! The principal has doubled! Are we really not closing the position?!"

There was only the buzzing sound of the host fan in the dormitory.

Shen Du sat in front of the desk without even raising his head.

He held a metal nail file in his hand, slowly filing the edge of his index finger's nail.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sound of metal rubbing was clear in the dormitory.

Shen Du's tone was without waves, as flat as if he were talking about lunch:

"You're scared just from making 10 million?"

Lin Zimo swallowed his saliva, his finger pointing at the screen trembling:

"This is 10 million in cash! If it pulls back even a little, our 10x leverage will all be liquidated, principal and interest included..."

Shen Du stopped his movements.

He brought his fingertips close and blew away a layer of powder.

"If you're just gambling blindly, it's right to quit while you're ahead."

Shen Du raised his eyelids slightly, his pupils devoid of fanaticism:

"But since I have already seen the final trump card of this market..."

Shen Du threw the nail file onto the table with a soft sound:

"If we don't make a few hundred million, this 10x leverage will have been opened in vain."