61: Chapter 61 Turning Swords into Plowshares

"Hmm, just received news. He Dingkun is in a coma."

"Haha, that's good news indeed. Worth a meal at Yonghe. But Boss, are you sure the Feng Shui Arts worked?"

"You have doubts?"

"Extremely doubtful. I saw it with my own eyes last night. You stood there like an idiot, pointed at the Dingshen Group building, spaced out for a while, and that was it. It was more like child's play than anything else."

"You didn't see anything?"

"What?"

"No special feeling either?"

"None at all."

Han Jingyang smiled. "It's nothing. Come on, let's go eat."

The breakfast was refreshing.

The taste and quality were just average, but when one encounters happy events, one feels refreshed, and everything tastes good.

Walking back after eating, before they even reached the shop entrance, their path was blocked by a middle-aged man in his forties.

Seeing this person, Han Jingyang frowned. The man's face bore a slight resemblance to He Dingkun, especially around the eyes and brows. Even his temperament was similar, though it lacked He Dingkun's sinister air, replaced by a sharper shrewdness.

Was it He Dingkun's second son?

Sure enough, the man bowed. "Hello, Mr. Han. My name is He Zhifei."

Han Jingyang sneered. "He Dingkun's second son. Did your old man never tell you that I'm dangerous?"

He Zhifei shook his head. "No. And even if it were dangerous, I would still come. Mr. Han, I come with sincerity. First, to turn hostility into friendship; second, to ask you to save my father."

"Did I hear that right? Turn hostility into friendship? Are you joking?"

"Mr. Han, my father... I can't explain it, but regardless, he is my father. I will try my best to make up for his mistakes. Once I take over Dingshen Group, I will establish a relief fund specifically to find and compensate the victims from back then. Although it cannot fully make up for the mistakes my father made, but..."

Han Jingyang interrupted He Zhifei. "Let alone whether I can save him or not, even if I could, I would never do it. It's not because I'm noble or want to eliminate harm for the people; I just want to nip potential threats in the bud. Understand?"

He Zhifei narrowed his eyes. "Mr. Han, what does that mean?"

"Your old man knows best. From our first meeting, he had ulterior motives. He even had Great Monk Kongyun and Liu San attack me twice in a row. How stupid would I have to be to save him? Save him just so he can continue trying to kill me?"

"I guarantee he won't do it again."

"What are you using to guarantee that?"

"I am the successor to Dingshen Group."

"How come I heard you have an older brother?"

"He holds no position within the group."

"But he has an equal right to inherit. Without a will from He Dingkun, Dingshen Group will at least be split into three. You can't make the decisions."

"That's why you need to save my father even more. Once my father wakes up, he will officially hand the group over to me. By then, not only will I pay you a five-million-yuan fee for your trouble, but I will also hire you as an office environment research consultant for Dingshen Group. No need to go to work, with an annual salary of one million."

"..."

Han Jingyang felt a retort stuck in his throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.

Five million for his trouble? A one-million-yuan annual salary? Who is he kidding?

Perhaps in the eyes of an average person, this was a huge sum, a fortune most ordinary people couldn't possess in a lifetime, but to him, it really meant nothing.

Any random item with a skill was worth more than that.

Even a single trip to a client's house could bring in hundreds of thousands to a million.

And he should be a dog for Dingshen Group for such a small amount of money?

Thinking of this, he even felt a bit of nostalgia for He Dingkun.

He Dingkun was rotten to the core, but he would never say such moronic things, nor would he do such moronic things. If he were really going to pay, he would never be this stingy.

Right, stingy. Petty and small-minded, he wouldn't amount to much.

He had small cleverness but no great ambition.

Such a person wasn't even a qualified successor, because such people often think they are smart and like to play small tricks. Before they knew it, the empire built by their elders would be gone.

However, that had nothing to do with him. He wished Dingshen Group would collapse right now.

A company group where every cent of profit was soaked in blood shouldn't exist at all.

Therefore, he stepped forward and patted He Zhifei on the shoulder. "With that money, save it to buy yourself some insurance."

"What do you mean?" He Zhifei asked, his face turning livid.

"What do I mean? If you do things like this, it's easy to get beaten to death."

After saying that, Han Jingyang led Liu Jing and walked past He Zhifei.

He Zhifei's expression grew even uglier. He stared fixedly at Han Jingyang's back, his fists clenched tightly.

A henchman approached from afar. "Boss, what should we do? Should we teach him a lesson? I've investigated clearly: this Han Jingyang is just an ordinary person with no combat ability himself. That woman is tough, but they can't be together forever. There will always be times when they are apart."

He Zhifei thought for a moment, nodded, then shook his head. "That's possible, but don't rush. My brother will definitely look for him too. Given his temper, he definitely won't cooperate with my brother. When that happens, you guys can make a move. Disguise yourselves as my brother's people and make him suffer a bit. Then..."

"Then you, Boss, can step in and win him over completely to deal with He Zhiqiang together. Hehe, Boss, your methods are brilliant."

He Zhifei smiled reservedly and waved his hand. "Don't slack off. Work hard these few days. Keep an eye on him. I want to know his every move at any time."

"Boss, don't worry. I'll get a few more brothers over here, and bring over those high-tech devices to keep an eye on him 24/7."

"Don't let him find out, otherwise it will be hard to explain."

"Rest assured, Boss. I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

He Zhifei nodded slightly. Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang. It was his wife, Wang Xiaoyu, calling.

Wang Xiaoyu shouted in a panic. "Zhifei, something big has happened! The company is on fire! Come back quickly, the fire is huge."

"On fire? How is that possible? Didn't we just do an inspection a while ago? Did the automatic fire extinguishing system not work?"

"You know how the people below do things. Cutting corners has become the norm. More than half of the fire extinguishers are expired."

"Damn it—"

He Zhifei was furious. He hung up the phone and roared at the henchman beside him. "Drive! To the company!"

"Huh? What about here..."

"Forget about it for now."

He Zhifei was extremely angry, and even a bit scared.

Because an office building fire is different from a normal fire. If it really burns up, it could be a total loss. And since it was office hours, with thousands of people trying to evacuate at the same time, the difficulty was immense. The carrying capacity of the few elevators was truly limited.

If the fire burns too big, people will die.

If people die, the authorities will hold someone accountable, and he, He Zhifei, as the current person in charge of the group, would not be able to escape no matter what.

If the number of casualties is too high, he will definitely go to prison.

If he goes to prison for a few years at this critical juncture, he won't even get a hair of the group.

On the way back to the company, a question suddenly popped into He Zhifei's mind: why didn't the fire happen earlier or later, but exactly at this time?

Man-made? Or...

He Zhifei suddenly thought of Han Jingyang's inscrutable and fearless smile, and couldn't help but shiver.

Then he slammed the center console. "Turn around! Turn around! Go back to Yingxiong Mountain, to Jiguang Zhai—"