73: Chapter 73 Desperate Measures

Of course, there was no written contract.

Only a verbal agreement.

But neither doubted the other's will to keep their word and fulfill the contract.

Some people are just like that; they either don't agree, or if they do, they will definitely do it.

It has nothing to do with morality.

It has to do with principles of conduct.

In the eyes of some, principles are not important at all, and they might not even have such a concept.

But some people value them highly, treating their self-defined principles of conduct as their social business card.

Facts have also proven that people with principles are indeed more likely to expand their network in a targeted way.

It's like marking a few tags on one's own head. In this way, one can easily filter out the connections one wants to expand in social activities, avoiding wasting a lot of time and energy to contact, get to know, test, screen, and maintain ineffective social interactions.

It's similar to the "fan-cleansing" personas celebrities create—it's a tag and filter for screening and being screened.

For example, if a rich second-generation heir needs to quickly attract the attention of more members of the opposite sex, the best way is to make their behavioral habits fit the tags of "wealthy, stupid, money-to-burn, loves beautiful women, and rejects no one." This way, any member of the opposite sex who intends to get close will be someone chasing money, and there's no need to ponder and analyze their motives one by one, automatically screening out those who want to "talk about feelings," which is quite worry-free.

Of course, the actual operation is more complex.

But after mastering this set of rules, expanding one's network will be very easy.

This is true for Han Jingyang.

It is also true for Shi Xiaoya.

Generally speaking, neither of them would easily break their principles.

Of course, the deterrent power of the stronger party is also key.

As a metaphysics expert with miraculous methods, Han Jingyang is definitely the stronger party; even if he says nothing, it is enough to make Shi Xiaoya afraid to easily breach the contract.

So when these two get together, doing things becomes much simpler.

Shi Xiaoya put the copper coin around her neck and couldn't help but shiver: "So cold—"

Han Jingyang, however, acted as if he didn't hear: "After you go back, handle the matters over there as soon as possible, extract yourself as soon as possible, and if necessary, you can give up some trivial things."

Shi Xiaoya turned to face Han Jingyang and stared at him seriously: "Boss Han, now that I am your person, give me the bottom line: is the He family ending up like this your doing?"

"Yes."

"How did you do it?"

"I broke the Feng Shui of the Dingshen Group building."

"How many times did you make a move?"

"Once."

"Just once?"

"Mm."

Shi Xiaoya widened her eyes: "In other words, you lied to me. Even if I didn't beg you, and didn't work for you, the He family would still be finished?"

Han Jingyang smiled: "That's right."

"Insidious."

"You came to me yourself."

"Can I go back on it?"

"Feel free to try."

Shi Xiaoya touched the still ice-cold copper coin in her bosom and shook her head: "I don't want to become the second He Dingkun. It's too dangerous. The massive Dingshen Group couldn't last a week under your hand; a weak woman like me would probably fare even worse."

Han Jingyang was just about to say something when footsteps came from outside the door.

Shi Xiaoya glanced over, her expression changed slightly, and she slipped into the inner room before the person could push the door open.

What did that mean?

Han Jingyang waited for the person to push the door open and immediately understood.

Unsurprisingly, this was likely He Dingkun's eldest son, He Zhiqiang, because his face was almost identical to He Zhifei's, only he looked about ten years older.

Sure enough, he received a text message from Shi Xiaoya: "The ones coming are He Zhiqiang and his wife."

Han Jingyang put down his phone and nodded slightly toward He Zhiqiang, who looked exhausted and even panicked: "What is the matter?"

He Zhiqiang tried to stay calm and said: "My family has encountered some things recently and things haven't been going smoothly. I heard that you are good at using Feng Shui to change fate and luck. Can you take a look for me?"

Han Jingyang shook his head directly.

"Why?"

"Your family's situation is beyond my capabilities. I am just a small Feng Shui Master; I only handle Feng Shui and cannot manage things outside of Feng Shui, so you have found the wrong person."

"Do you know me?"

"No."

"Then how do you know my family's situation is beyond your capability?"

"It's all written on your face," Han Jingyang smiled: "The appearance of impending disaster; even the most brilliant Feng Shui Master would be helpless."

He Zhiqiang's expression changed drastically. He rushed to Han Jingyang, grabbed Han Jingyang's arm, and said: "Mr. Han, I beg you, save our whole family. I... we have money. I will give you ten million, no, twenty million. As long as you can help my family get through this disaster, I will give you another detached villa in the city center."

Han Jingyang pulled his arm away and pushed He Zhiqiang away in the process, his expression gradually turning cold: "Speak if you have something to say, don't be handsy; that is very impolite. And I can tell you clearly: judging from the information I have observed from you, this is a hopeless situation for you; begging anyone is useless."

"Then, can you block it a little, even just a little bit?"

"That is possible, but I am not willing."

"Why?"

"I don't earn ill-gotten wealth. Although I don't know who you are, this disaster is a debt of grievances accumulated over many years, which is self-inflicted. If I intervene in your family's affairs, I am afraid I will have the life to earn the money but not the life to spend it," Han Jingyang stared at He Zhiqiang: "Am I clear enough?"

He Zhiqiang staggered back two steps: "I, I..."

"The words are spoken, go back to where you came from. If I were you, I would definitely choose to face and accept all of this calmly."

"Han, Master Han..."

"Calling me Grandpa won't help."

"You..." He Zhiqiang suddenly flew into a rage, pointing at Han Jingyang's nose and saying hatefully: "Han, today you must help with this favor, whether you want to or not. Otherwise, with one phone call, I will make sure your whole family has no peace. I mean what I say."

Han Jingyang slowly narrowed his eyes, stared at He Zhiqiang, and asked slowly: "Are you serious?"

He Zhiqiang roared: "I'm fucking finished anyway, dragging you down into the water is just death, what do I have to be afraid of?"

As he spoke, he ventively kicked over a chair.

Han Jingyang slowly suppressed the anger in his heart and pointed to the coffee table: "Leave your contact information, then tell me your demands, and I will contact you when I am ready."

"No, you must agree now, don't think about delaying time."

"Fine, go ahead. What is your name, what problems have you encountered, what do you want me to do, and how much are you planning to pay? The more detailed the information, the better."

He Zhiqiang hummed triumphantly upon hearing this, sat across from Han Jingyang, and rambled on for a long time.

Han Jingyang didn't listen to a single word.

The only thing he was pondering in his heart was one thing—how to kill this bastard as soon as possible.

Half an hour later, He Zhiqiang finally stopped and said triumphantly: "Boss Han, a deposit of five million has already been transferred to your account. If you just go through the motions without putting in effort, I won't let you have peace even if I die. And the authorities will definitely trace the flow of these funds; by then, your fate will depend entirely on my testimony. So, from now on, you have no other path but to cooperate with me, understand?"

Han Jingyang nodded slightly: "Wait a moment, I'll get something."

After speaking, he stood up and entered the inner room. Under Shi Xiaoya's gaze, he opened the safe and took out two dharma instruments.