Song Hu and his son

Chen Dong activated the Heterosexual Scan function:

Name: Sun Yutong;

Age: 24 years old;

Appearance: 87;

Figure: 92;

Purity: (3 / 42);

Intimacy: 91.

Indeed, the two most effective ways to increase a beauty's intimacy are: convince her, or stun her with money!

While Chen Dong's side was filled with song and dance, Blade brought a few people to Song Hu's office.

Tossing an envelope over casually, Blade said nothing, sitting down on the sofa with a swagger.

"Boss Song, I believe you're quite familiar with these photos, aren't you?"

Song Hu's face instantly turned ashen, and he looked at Blade with sinister eyes,

"Who are you, and how do you have these things?"

"Who I am isn't important, how I got these things isn't important either. What's important is, if I hand all these things over to the police station, what do you think will happen?"

Blade looked at Song Hu playfully, gritting his teeth, his expression fierce,

"Malicious demolition, causing deaths and injuries; and your precious son, using various despicable methods to rape and harm young girls. You father and son are truly birds of a feather, indeed a family."

Thinking of his previous encounter, if not for Chen Dong's appearance, Feng Zhiqiu might have also fallen victim, Blade wished he could directly send Song Hu and his son to meet the King of Hell.

"You should know, I've done these things and am still safe and sound, so someone must be protecting me."

"Of course, but if these things of yours are exposed, do you think the people behind you would dare to jump out?

I'm afraid they'd all be thinking of quickly distancing themselves from you."

Song Hu frowned. Blade was right; no matter who it was, they would think of protecting themselves first. Moreover, his backer wasn't as powerful as he had imagined.

This was also why he could only operate a construction company and a decoration company in North City, with assets of no more than forty to fifty million.

It was just that his backer was connected to the housing and construction department, which allowed him to get a large share of the pie in demolitions, and real estate companies would give him face.

"What do you want?" Song Hu finally relented.

"Someone like you isn't suited to stay in Dragon Country. Sell the company to my boss, take your precious son, and go abroad to enjoy your later years."

"Who is your boss?" Song Hu asked, puzzled.

"Chen Dong!"

"Chen Dong!" Song Hu jolted up from his chair. Wasn't this the person his trouble-making son mentioned to him yesterday?

There was no need to say anything else; Song Hu had already pieced together the basic plot in his mind. Even if it wasn't entirely accurate, it should be close enough.

At this moment, Song Hu's precious son, Song Qingquan, was waiting on the road with three or four of his subordinates.

First-year students were undergoing military training, and he naturally dared not go to the training ground, as he would be caught by the instructor and sent to the academic affairs office.

But after training, on the way back to the dormitory for first-year students after eating, he could do as he pleased.

Song Qingquan's goal today was simple: to get Chen Dong's address from Xia Xuehan. He wanted to bring his father's subordinates to beat Chen Dong black and blue.

Then, he would record a video and let Xia Xuehan see her boyfriend kneeling on the ground apologizing to him!

Song Qingquan still had the mindset of a naive youth, thinking that this alone would make Xia Xuehan admire him and abandon Chen Dong to throw herself into his arms.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a Hong Kong film, nor was it the era when gangsters ran rampant. Most normal girls found such hooligans utterly disgusting.

Now is a civilized society, a society ruled by law, and only men who can legitimately earn big money will command respect.

But Song Qingquan evidently hadn't realized this. Seeing Xia Xuehan and the others walking towards the dormitory after dinner, he tossed his hair and made what he considered a handsome expression.

"Xuehan, tell me, where does Chen Dong live? I have something to talk to him about."

Xia Xuehan and her group of four were startled by Song Qingquan's sudden appearance and retreated two steps.

"Song Qingquan, I won't tell you. You'd better stop bothering me."

Xia Xuehan frowned, looking at this annoying person with displeasure.

"Song Qingquan, I warn you, Dongzi is not someone you can afford to provoke. If you know what's good for you, apologize to Xuehan quickly."

Jiang Ziyi had a mysterious confidence in Chen Dong. Ever since she learned of some of Chen Dong's capabilities, she increasingly felt that these so-called rich second-generation students at school were simply grandsons in front of Chen Dong.

"Is that so?" Song Qingquan looked at Jiang Ziyi playfully. This beauty was also quite appealing, and Song Qingquan's mind began to stir again.

Just as he was about to embark further on his journey of showing off, his phone rang at an inconvenient time.

Song Qingquan was about to hang up, but seeing the caller ID, he reluctantly answered.

"Where are you?"

"At school, what's wrong, Dad?"

"Get back here, now, immediately, right now!"

Listening to the 'beep-beep' busy tone from the phone, Song Qingquan felt a bit bewildered.

.....

In the evening, Chen Dong had dinner with Xu Wanying and several other executives in the cafeteria.

Gu Feifei's smile couldn't be contained when she saw Chen Dong. Ever since her father's condition was effectively controlled, and they had money for the surgery, and now they had moved into a new home and she had a job where she could help others, Gu Feifei's mood had become increasingly good.

"Feifei, Uncle's surgery is coming up soon, right?" Chen Dong remembered that some time ago, Gu Xingwang's condition was still unstable and required hospitalization. He could only undergo the kidney transplant after his condition stabilized.

"Yes, the surgery is tomorrow. I've already told Sister Wanying that my time at the company will be a bit irregular these few days."

"Don't come over unless there's something particularly important. Those charity works can't be finished in just an hour or two. The main thing is that the staff within the system need to help with verification."

Chen Dong told Gu Feifei to take a few more days off to take good care of her father.

"Mm, thank you, Dongzi."

Chen Dong smiled helplessly, but unfortunately, there were company employees all around, so he couldn't be too intimate, especially with Xu Wanying sitting at the same table.

"I'm free tomorrow morning, so I'll drop by to see Uncle."

Chen Dong thought for a moment, then instructed Xu Wanying a few more words,

"Sister Wanying, is the financial audit almost done?"

"Shiyan's side is already organizing it, mainly for August. Many problems have been found, especially with Dongsheng Hotel."

Chen Dong nodded,

"The day after tomorrow, our group will hold an internal meeting. All executives will attend, and Youyou Live and Character from Kyoto will participate via video conference.

From now on, a large executive meeting will be held once every quarter, bringing back the executives from Kyoto to participate together, to discuss the group's future development direction and solve problems together."

After dinner, back at the villa, Chen Dong first chatted with Blade for a few minutes, then confirmed with Shen Xingyue to ensure that Anren Group had no major movements for the time being.

Only then did he lie down on the bed for a good rest; he was truly a bit tired during the day today.

First, he fought for four hours at Zhuo Zhen's place, and then he danced a couple's dance for over an hour in the afternoon.

He slept until nine in the evening, then Chen Dong got up, changed into sportswear, went out for a five-kilometer run, came back, took a shower, and immediately lay down again....

The night passed uneventfully.