160: Chapter 160 Believe me, I worked in the Policy Research Office.

Lin Xuecen leaned back against the sofa, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

Seeing her unpleasant expression, Zhao Yang knew that Lin Xuecen was on the verge of losing her temper.

The relationship between this mother and daughter was currently at its best; if anything else happened, he feared a rift would form again.

Zhao Yang quickly took over the conversation, "Mom, this isn't Nan Nan's fault."

His voice was steady, neither hurried nor slow.

“Young Mr. Wan even tried to get physical with Nan Nan. I was the one who acted and hit him.”

He didn't mention Jiang Nan's deliberate prank, but instead took the responsibility upon himself.

Upon hearing Zhao Yang's words, Lin Xuecen's eyebrows shot up, and she said angrily:

“That little bastard! How dare he treat Nan Nan like that? See if I don't castrate him!”

Before her voice had even faded, Lin Xuecen had already snatched the fruit knife from the coffee table and turned to head out the door.

Women are inherently weak, but mothers are strong.

No mother would allow her children to be harmed by others.

Moreover, Lin Xuecen was never a weak woman to begin with.

Seeing this, Zhao Yang hurriedly grabbed his mother-in-law's arm to stop her.

Lin Xuecen tried to shake him off but failed, her anger intensifying:

“Don't stop me! I provide for them with the best food and drink, yet he actually did something so filthy. I can't swallow this insult!”

Zhao Yang pulled Lin Xuecen back down onto the sofa. “Mom, listen to what Nan Nan and I have to say first.”

The two of them then recounted everything that had happened with Wan Junhao over the past two days in detail.

After listening, Lin Xuecen threw the fruit knife back onto the coffee table, clapped her hands, and laughed:

“A beast like that deserves to be taught a lesson!”

Jiang Nan was stunned.

Seeing her mother's earlier rage, she thought her mother would be angry, say she was immature, and give her a lecture about how harmony is precious in business.

She hadn't expected her mother to change so suddenly. She sat down beside her mother and hugged her arm.

“Mom, you're the best!”

Lin Xuecen turned to look at her daughter and smiled happily.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but ask, “Mom, is this Wantong Logistics very rich? They buy multi-million dollar villas just like that?”

Lin Xuecen snorted. “Rich? If they were rich, would they still be cooperating with me?”

Hearing this, Zhao Yang had already guessed most of it.

Lin Xuecen wanted to cooperate with Wantong Logistics to enter the logistics industry, likely intending to leverage Wantong Logistics' vehicles or their logistics network.

Lin Xuecen, on the other hand, had the advantage of capital and sources of goods.

Otherwise, Wantong Logistics would never willingly share a piece of their cake.

Actively cooperating with a future competitor indicated that Wantong Logistics had reached a dead end.

Zhao Yang sat down on Lin Xuecen's other side and asked:

“Mom, are you cooperating with Wantong Logistics because you want to use their logistics network?”

“How did you know?” Lin Xuecen looked surprised. “But now, I might have to find another way.”

Zhao Yang asked with a smile, “What are you planning to do?”

Lin Xuecen frowned slightly and spoke after a few seconds:

“I haven't thought of a way yet. At worst, I'll just find another logistics company to cooperate with.”

Zhao Yang's eyebrows twitched. Doing that would inevitably lead to a market battle with Wantong Logistics, which could easily cause cutthroat competition.

Furthermore, if other companies were doing well, the terms they offered would certainly be harsh.

Zhao Yang thought for a moment and lowered his voice:

“Since they might become enemies in the business world, why not strike while they're down and finish them off?”

Both Lin Xuecen and Jiang Nan were startled, turning their eyes toward Zhao Yang simultaneously.

Zhao Yang knew his words were a bit ahead of their time and smiled sheepishly:

“What I mean is, while they're currently out of money, why not invest and take a controlling stake in Wantong Logistics? Let this chicken lay eggs for us.”

“That's right! Why didn't I think of that!” Lin Xuecen slapped her thigh in excitement.

Her son-in-law was truly ruthless; if he were her competitor, he would be terrifying.

However, Lin Xuecen was no pushover either; otherwise, she wouldn't have survived in the business world until today.

She felt another layer of admiration for her son-in-law's decisiveness.

Lin Xuecen thought for a moment and then said:

“I'll find a way right now to have Cenjiang Industrial's business partners block their supply sources. They won't last long.”

After speaking, Lin Xuecen excitedly grabbed Jiang Nan's hand.

“Nan Nan, it's all thanks to you tricking that spendthrift into wasting over two million. I bet they don't even have money to fuel their trucks now.”

Hearing her say this, Zhao Yang couldn't help but smile.

The development plan he had written for the logistics company was precisely based on the acquisition of a logistics enterprise.

Most current logistics companies were restructured from state-owned less-than-truckload freight operations; they were large organizations and often overstaffed.

Acquiring an existing company and utilizing its ready-made network would be much easier than building one from scratch.

Zhao Yang stood up. “Mom, I'll bring over the development suggestions I wrote for the logistics company for you to look at.”

He went back to his room, brought his laptop over, opened the document, and placed it in front of Lin Xuecen.

“Some parts might not be fully developed, but see if there's any reference value.”

Lin Xuecen's gaze stayed on the screen for a long time, and then she looked up.

There was a hint of shock in the way she looked at Zhao Yang.

This kid strongly suggested actively laying out a network for small parcel express delivery, saying that the future market space would be massive—so large it was beyond imagination.

Lin Xuecen asked doubtfully, “Are you really that certain about the future of small parcel express?”

In her view, this was a thankless task.

Zhao Yang explained, “The internet is developing very fast now; businesses can already source products on Alibaba. In the near future, ordinary people will be able to buy daily necessities through the internet. I don't need to explain how big that market is.”

Lin Xuecen naturally knew that even if only one-tenth of the country's population shopped online, the market scale would be larger than she could imagine.

How could that be possible?

She couldn't help but look at Zhao Yang with hesitation.

Zhao Yang met her gaze and said solemnly:

“Mom, believe me, I worked in the Policy Research Office.

“Even if we encounter temporary difficulties, we must grit our teeth and hold on. Once we get through it, the future will be limitless.”

“I believe you!” Lin Xuecen squeezed his hand firmly. “When did you do this?”

“I wrote a bit when I had some free time last night and today,” Zhao Yang said nonchalantly.

Lin Xuecen closed the laptop and nodded, her tone soft yet confident:

“Send it to me when we get back. I'll have my subordinates study it carefully.”

Jiang Nan sat nearby, looking at her mother and then at Zhao Yang.

Suddenly, she felt as if she were the most useless person in the room.

She pursed her lips and muttered, “You guys keep chatting, I'm going to pour some water.”

Lin Xuecen watched her back, the corners of her mouth curling slightly as she said to Zhao Yang:

“This girl is actually quite diligent today.”

Zhao Yang smiled and didn't say anything.

The night outside the window was as thick as ink.

The hotel lights glowed in warm squares amidst the darkness.

On this night, some slept peacefully, while others tossed and turned.

Some were calculating tomorrow's chess moves, while others were still frantic over a 2.6 million hole.

In the hallway on the eighth floor of the hotel, Wan Junhao walked past, supporting a drunken Wan Chuanzhi.

The figures of the father and son cast two long, skewed shadows under the wall lamps.

Wan Chuanzhi was muttering incoherently, and a few words could be heard vaguely:

“2.6 million... you... prodigal son...”