Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 271 - 92: Work (2)

"It’s okay."

After pondering for a moment, Fang Zheng spoke slowly:

"We are old friends. If you’re short on cash over there, delaying the payment for a few months is no problem. If you need money, just let me know."

"I’ll help if Fang can."

"..." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Chen Jian’s voice came through, sounding helpless and resigned:

"Boss Fang, you must have offended the Mu Family, right?"

"Hmm?"

Fang Zheng squinted, paused in his steps, then gestured to the others to wait for him in the car before speaking:

"What do you mean by that?"

"I’ve seen someone from the Mu Family a few days ago, but it shouldn’t amount to offending them, right?"

"That might not be certain." Chen Jian’s voice was gloomy:

"The Mu Family is a dominant force in Western Continent. No one dares to ignore the words of the Mu Family people. The business they want to achieve is always successful."

"..." Fang Zheng said slowly:

"So, Chen Family’s business hasn’t encountered any problems. Is it the Mu Family asking you not to settle the payment with me and to cut off business?"

Chen Jian remained silent.

"Ha..." Fang Zheng chuckled lightly:

"That’s truly domineering."

First, they launched an attack against Square Porcelain’s ceramics, causing severe damage to the porcelain business, then they threatened the Chen Family to cut the cash flow of the jade business.

Now he only has the Gold-devouring Beast Yunzhi Textile Factory and a barely maintained asset management company.

The Mu Family is really targeting Square Porcelain!

"Boss Fang."

Chen Jian said in a low voice:

"You know, we are right next to Myanmar, things here are chaotic. The Mu Family’s means to become a dominant force in Western Continent are definitely extraordinary."

"Some things are inconvenient to say too much..."

"But as far as I know, any business targeted by the Mu Family either sees the other boss suddenly disappear or agrees to the Mu Family’s demands."

Disappear?

Killed, right!

Fang Zheng raised an eyebrow, instantly recalling the scene of meeting Mu Yuanchun at the club, where the opponent intentionally shot off-target as a latent threat, his attitude arrogant, initially thought to be the arrogance of youth, turned out to be the inherent style of the Mu Family’s way of doing things.

However...

Straightforward and direct, I like it.

"We are friends, listen to my advice." Chen Jian said:

"Agree to the Mu Family’s demands, there’s still money to be made together, it’s just a matter of earning more or less. If you lose your life one day, no amount of money would be useful."

"I know you have some power in Qu City, but..."

"Can’t compare with the Mu Family!"

He truly considers Fang Zheng a friend, otherwise, these words would never be spoken. If they were to reach the Mu Family’s ears, it would not be good for him.

"I understand."

Fang Zheng nodded:

"Come to Qu City when you have time, I’ll be the host."

"Alright."

Chen Jian didn’t say much else, nodded, and hung up the phone. He had said all there was to say; the rest wasn’t something he could involve himself in.

Putting away the phone, Fang Zheng looked at the two women in the car.

"Shuman."

He spoke slowly:

"What’s your plan next?"

"Brother-in-law..." Qin Shuman was about to speak when Shen Xiuting interrupted her.

"Boss Fang."

She said crisply:

"We’ve booked a hotel. Could you please send us there? After that, don’t trouble yourself any further, we’ll just wander around by ourselves."

Saying this, she gave Qin Shuman a secret signal with her eyes.

Looking at Fang Zheng’s demeanor, it was evident he wasn’t straightforward, plus, the cousin’s family didn’t like Qin Shuman anyway, if they knew about this it would cause a huge uproar.

It’s best to cut off Qin Shuman’s relationship with Fang Zheng as soon as possible.

"That’s fine."

Fang Zheng didn’t insist, simply said:

"Call me if you need anything."

"Tian Liang, please take them."

"Alright." Qin Shuman nodded:

"Once we get to the hotel, I’ll let Brother-in-law know we’re safe."

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Zhao Xiuxiu dragged her tired body, opened the door, and returned home.

"Bang!"

Just as she closed the door, a muffled sound of a falling bottle came from the living room, that sound... was like a hammer falling on the heart.

It made one feel suffocated, stifled, unable to breathe.

"Dad."

She turned, her long hair covered the pallor on her face, Zhao Xiuxiu spoke slowly:

"What happened again?"

The room wasn’t lit, the moonlight mingled with the halo of streetlights poured through the window, casting shadows in the room, falling on Father Zhao’s grim face.

The rich smell of alcohol enveloped the entire residence even more.

"What else?"

Father Zhao glared angrily at his daughter, whether from rising drunkenness or anger, his eyes were bloodshot, he slapped his own thigh and said:

"Old Wang and the others are mocking me, saying my daughter is someone’s mistress, got knocked up and thrown back, disgracing us every day."

"My reputation..."

"It’s all been ruined by you!"

"Dad." Zhao Xiuxiu’s face turned ashen:

"Don’t forget, the gambling debts you racked up were paid off by Zheng Kuo, and... we genuinely love each other."

"Nonsense!"

Father Zhao abruptly stood up, hurling curses:

"How did I produce such a foolish daughter, how old are you, still believing in genuine love?"

"If it’s genuine love, why didn’t Zheng Kuo say he’d buy you a house when he had money, or pay off my gambling debts!"

Saying this, he paced angrily back and forth in the living room.

"You’re truly foolish, if you’d demanded more valuable things when you were favored, would you have ended up in this state now?"

"Not only gained nothing, but also got pregnant, is your brain waterlogged?"

"Strutting around with a big belly, being pointed at and gossiped about, even I’m disparaged by people."

The more he cursed, the angrier he got, stomping his feet he said:

"If you dare give birth to this child, don’t expect me to raise it!"

"Bang!"

Zhao Xiuxiu closed the door, leaned against it, and slowly slumped, her body trembling slightly, tears flowing uncontrollably.

She thought she had grown accustomed to her father’s mocking.

But...

Father Zhao’s words were like daggers, continuously stabbing her wounds, each day finding new ways to torture her with words.