93: Chapter 93 Qin Feng makes a subtle move, turning a grand banquet into a laughing stock.

How did he know?!

How could he possibly know?!

This must be a wild guess!

Right!

It must be a lucky guess!

I absolutely cannot admit it!

Qian Wenbin stood up abruptly, and because of the sudden movement, his knee slammed heavily against the corner of the table.

He seemed not to feel the pain, just pointing at Qin Feng with a violently trembling finger.

"You... you are slandering me! What gambling debt! I don't gamble at all!"

"I am the General Manager of the Qian Group! How could I possibly commit such an act of stealing from my own company!"

"Dad! He is slandering me! He is trying to drive a wedge between us!"

Qian Wenbin turned to look at Qian Zhenghao, his eyes filled with panic. "You have to believe me, Dad!"

Watching his son in this state, Qian Zhenghao's heart sank.

No one knows a son better than his father.

If he hadn't been hit in his most fatal weak spot, with Qian Wenbin's level of composure, how could he have lost control to this extent?

Furthermore, only he and his eldest son had the keys to the vault!

"Sit down!" Qian Zhenghao gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice, "You embarrassing wretch! Is it not chaotic enough already?!"

Just then, Qian Zhengyi, who had been sitting on the side appearing indifferent—who was actually Qian Zhenghao's own younger brother—suddenly spoke in a leisurely manner.

"Big brother, don't be too angry."

"Although Wenbin is a bit playful, I doubt he would dare to steal and sell the family's antiques."

"Otherwise, that would be truly despicable!"

"However..."

Qian Zhengyi put down his teacup, his cloudy eyes glancing at Qin Feng, then meaningfully at his nephew, who was covered in sweat.

"Since President Qin is so adamant about this."

"Why not have Wenbin take out his phone and check his account transactions?"

"It would also prove his innocence."

He patted Qian Wenbin on the shoulder.

"A straight tree is not afraid of the crooked shadow. Don't you think so, my dear nephew?"

This strike from Qian Zhengyi was truly precise and ruthless.

Qian Wenbin turned his head, looking at his own uncle in disbelief.

Check his phone?

It was full of transfer records from offshore gambling websites! He would be dead the moment it was checked!

"Second Uncle, you..." Before Qian Wenbin could finish his sentence,

"Bang!"

The banquet hall doors were kicked open violently.

The tremendous noise startled everyone.

Everyone was startled and looked toward the entrance in unison.

A group of burly men in black suits with fierce faces stormed in aggressively.

The leader was a bald man with a scorpion tattooed on his neck. He was holding a stack of crumpled documents, sweating profusely, his chest heaving violently, clearly having run all the way here.

The security guards tried to stop them, but the bald man shoved them aside, causing them to fall flat on their faces.

"Qian Wenbin?! Get your ass out here!"

The bald man scanned the room, his voice booming like a bell, filled with a desperate, vicious energy.

Qian Zhenghao stood up abruptly and roared, "Who are you people?! How dare you crash the Qian Family's banquet! Security! Where the hell are the security guards?!"

"Old Master Qian, stop shouting."

The bald man panted, bowed to Qian Zhenghao, and then swaggered up to the main table.

"We are from Shengshi Finance Company."

"Old Master Qian, don't blame us for not knowing our place and barging in. It's really that your son is the one who doesn't play by the rules!"

The bald man wiped the sweat from his head and glared fiercely at Qian Wenbin: "We just received news that your son, blinded by his losses, bought a plane ticket overnight and was planning to run away to Thailand!"

The bald man grew angrier as he spoke, slamming his hand onto the table.

"Damn it, you want to run after borrowing money? There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Wenbin was completely stunned. He turned pale and defended himself, "Nonsense! I... when did I ever want to run away!"

"Didn't buy it?" The bald man pulled a screenshot from the stack of documents and slammed it onto the table.

"Then explain this to me, damn it!"

"What about this flight booking order that was just issued a few minutes ago?!"

"Is this your name or not!"

On the photo, it was clearly Qian Wenbin's passport information and a one-way ticket to Bangkok!

"Young Master Qian, you mortgaged that batch of antiques with us last month for eighty million."

"It's long overdue now."

"You just lost another twenty million online, making it one hundred and ten million including principal and interest."

"We didn't intend to cause a scene tonight, after all, the Qian Family has a reputation to uphold."

"But you lost money, and then immediately bought a ticket to run away!"

"If we let you get away, what are my brothers supposed to eat?!"

The bald man stepped onto a chair, his gaze fierce: "Lucky for us, someone tipped us off, otherwise you really would have slipped away!"

The whole room was in an uproar.

So not only did he lose money gambling, but he was also trying to abscond with the funds? This Qian Wenbin's character was absolutely rotten!

Qian Wenbin stared at the flight ticket screenshot, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He had never bought a plane ticket! Who was framing him!

"I didn't! This screenshot is obviously photoshopped!" Qian Wenbin screamed incoherently.

Opposite him, Qin Feng leaned back in his chair, leisurely locking his phone and putting it back into his pocket.

In the last moment before the screen went dark, a black code interface flashed by, displaying a line of inconspicuous small green text: [SMS sent to: Shengshi Finance - Black Scorpion] [Content: Forged flight booking information has been implanted]

This message was naturally sent by Qin Feng.

Since they were playing, he might as well play it to the end.

If he didn't give this group of debt collectors a sense of "urgency," how would they have cooperated so well by storming in at this exact moment?

Qin Feng picked up a translucent grape, slowly peeled it, and then held the plump fruit to Ye Qingcheng's lips. "Try it, it's quite sweet."

She subconsciously opened her mouth and took the fruit that carried the warmth of his fingertips. It was cold and smooth.

The moment the skin broke, a burst of sweet juice exploded on her tongue. It was indeed sweet. But her heart was trembling.

Her cheeks instantly burned, the flush quickly spreading to her ears, even her pale, fair skin revealing an alluring pink tint.

All of this... could it all be arranged by him?

That shouldn't be possible!

Hadn't he just arrived in Jinling not long ago?

How many more secrets was this man hiding?

"Qian Wenbin!!!"

Qian Zhenghao let out a fierce roar.

Qian Zhenghao grabbed a bone china teacup from the table and, with all his might, smashed it hard onto Qian Wenbin's head.

"Bang!"

The teacup shattered, and blood streamed down Qian Wenbin's forehead, mixing with cold sweat, looking gruesome and terrifying.

"Dad! Dad, I was wrong! Dad, save me!" Qian Wenbin, disregarding the pain, fell to his knees with a thud, hugging Qian Zhenghao's thigh and crying bitterly.

"I just wanted to win it back! If I could just win one round! I would have been able to redeem the antiques!"

"Who knew... who knew my luck would be so bad today..."

"Dad! Please pay it off for me! They will chop me to death!"

Qian Zhenghao was trembling with rage, his vision going black.

A family misfortune!

A family misfortune indeed!

In front of all the elites of Jiangnan Province, the Qian Family's reputation had been completely lost because of this rebellious son! It had been trampled into the dust!

"Oh, big brother, so it was true. What should we do now?"

Qian Zhengyi sighed hypocritically from the side, "Although one hundred and ten million isn't much, if it gets out that our Qian Family owes money and doesn't pay it back, or uses fake antiques to cheat people..."

"From now on, who would dare to do business with us?"

"Furthermore, if we call the police, Wenbin will be charged with fraud, and with such a large amount, he'll have to sit in prison for a long time, right?"

Qian Zhenghao turned his head, staring fixedly at his own younger brother. He saw the flash of triumph in Qian Zhengyi's eyes.

A forced abdication.

This was a naked, forced abdication!

Qian Zhenghao forced himself to calm down. At this time, he couldn't panic. Absolutely couldn't panic.

If he didn't pay the money now, the Qian Group's stock price would collapse tomorrow, and the losses would be more than just one hundred million!