Mysterious Revival-Chapter 758 - 725: Sudden Visit

Yang Jian felt an unusual aura and looked toward the exit of the banquet hall.

A group of people came through the main doors, seemingly also here for the gathering, each dressed in sharp suits. Leading them was a man in his forties, slightly overweight, fitted in a business suit, exuding the air of a seasoned executive with a mysterious smile on his face, which gave off an impression of immense dominance and arrogance.

"Haha, President Zhang, you haven't changed a bit in half a year, how is it going? You must have taken a loss on the Guanjiang Residential Complex project, right? I passed by there on my way here, so many buildings are empty, and the sales offices are all closed. I heard you were starting a company, looking for investors, so I took the liberty to join you. I hope you don't mind."

This executive seemed to know Zhang Xiangu, and as soon as he entered, he said so with a laugh, not minding who overheard him.

"President Qian?"

Zhang Xiangu, who was among the crowd, put down his flute of champagne and revealed a mild smile, "Indeed it's been a long time. Where have you been investing these past six months, President Qian? We haven't kept in touch much. I didn't expect you to be interested in attending today, what a rare guest."

He greeted him politely as well.

Zhang Xiangu had previously invested in the Guanjiang Residential Complex project with President Qian and another boss.

It was supposed to be a lucrative deal, but because of a supernatural incident, the construction site shut down. Afterward, scared off by Yang Jian, they readily transferred the project to Zhang Xiangu at the lowest possible price and walked away with their funds.

In retrospect, President Qian didn't actually lose money, but of course, he didn't earn any either.

What Yang Jian did at the time might have been inappropriate, but there was no issue with it. He may have earned a fifty percent share for nothing, but he also helped resolve the supernatural event, otherwise, both Zhang Xiangu and President Qian would have been at risk of bankruptcy.

Haunted places are undoubtedly sealed off by city officials; those apartments wouldn't just have trouble selling, people would not even think about entering the area.

"Recently, President Zhang, have you encountered any financial troubles? If you need help, just say the word," said President Qian with a smile as he walked over.

Zhang Xiangu replied with a smile as well, "If President Qian is willing to lend a hand, that would be wonderful. Of course, if it's inconvenient, no worries at all. But please don't misunderstand, President Qian, although I am hosting this gathering, the real protagonist isn't me. I'm just here to show my support."

"Oh, is that so?" President Qian was surprised.

He didn't expect the gathering wasn't organized by Zhang Xiangu, but for someone else.

Who in Dachang City has such clout that even Zhang Xiangu feels the need to curry favor?

"You're not pulling my leg, are you?" President Qian became suspicious, "I heard your property isn't selling at all. Don't be embarrassed, we know the kind of relationship we have. If I can help you, I definitely will."

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He thought Zhang Xiangu was just too embarrassed to say it and used that as an excuse.

Zhang Xiangu just smiled without responding.

Would he be short on money?

Ever since partnering with Yang Jian, his company had been thriving effortlessly. The Guanjiang Residential Complex project appeared unsold on the surface, but in reality, all units were secretly presold to individuals whom he barely knew. Each one of these individuals was either wealthy or noble, seemingly having heard some rumor—they bought properties worth tens of millions or even a hundred million without batting an eye.

So, while the residential complex appeared deserted, it had already turned into a treasure basin. If Yang Jian were the richest man in Dachang City, then he would be ranked second.

Yet, nowadays, having money alone isn't enough; one must also have connections.

The purpose of this gathering, ostensibly to attract investment, was actually to expand the network for Yang Jian's company, facilitating future business collaborations and strategic planning.

Some things can't be achieved alone; unity is strength.

While the two were talking, a man around thirty dressed in a suit, who looked like a bodyguard, suddenly turned to look at a corner of the hall.

However, his view was obstructed by the crowd, so he couldn't see Yang Jian squatting in the corner, eating skewers.

But that didn't stop him from sensing something inexplicably eerie.

Ghost Controller!

This man in his thirties, dressed in a suit, hesitated a moment and then strode towards that direction.

He was oblivious to the people in his path, not stepping aside for anyone but rather bumping into the guests blocking the way.

"What's gotten into him?" a woman exclaimed, nearly falling to the ground.

Another executive was knocked so hard that he fell to the floor, cursing angrily, "Damn it, who is that?"

"Hey, how could you be so rude?" Tang Yanyan, the woman from earlier, called out unhappily.

But the man continued on his way as if he heard nothing.

"Who is this guy? Was that on purpose?" Tang Yanyan was quite irritated to see him bulldozing his way through.

A proper gathering was being disturbed by some very abnormal individuals who didn't even watch where they were going.

"Yang Jian, what did that woman say to you just now? Did she ask for your contact information? Don't you dare give it to her, those types of women can tell they're up to no good just by looking," Jiang Yan said, standing in front of Yang Jian in a lovely dress, her face puffed up in jealousy.

"Besides, she's not as pretty as I am. She shouldn't look at you, but you should look at me."

Her heart was anxious, fearing someone might snatch Yang Jian away.

"She was just saying hello to me; don't be so nervous," Yang Jian replied casually. "Besides, don't you spend every day with me? And you know, women don't particularly interest me."

"Hmm?"

As soon as these words were said, Zhang Wei widened his eyes in surprise and then quietly shifted aside, distancing himself a bit.

"What about Elder Sister Zhang?" whispered Jiang Yan, curling her lips.

"One always has to try things they've never tried before to see if they're still a normal man," Yang Jian said calmly, not avoiding the topic in the slightest.

"Hmm."

Zhang Wei nodded, his face brightening into a satisfied smile, then he moved back closer.

At that moment, Jiang Yan reached out with a playful smile, "Then don't squat here eating. Take me to the gathering, will you? I don't want to be chatted up by those messy people; they're just disgusting to look at. I'm your woman, and at times like this, you should be walking around with me on your arm."

She didn't hide her wishes at all, becoming bold and enthusiastic.

As someone who had been there from the start and witnessed Yang Jian rise to the pinnacle of this city, why should she bother with ordinary, vulgar men with a bit of money? How could they deserve even a second glance from her?

It was like the difference between species.

No wonder the beauties of ancient times would rather be an emperor's consort than the wife of a wealthy merchant.

This was how Jiang Yan felt.

She had fallen too deep.

Yang Jian lifted his head to look at her, still expressionless, as cold and indifferent as ever, his gaze like a still pond, devoid of any ripple.

Yet, he reached out and grasped Jiang Yan's wrist.

"Hmm?"

Before Jiang Yan could react, she felt a sudden sharp tug from Yang Jian, and her body seemed to fly outwards, stumbling forward.

"Oh my gosh."

She was on the verge of tears.

Her boyfriend was so unreliable.

In mid-air, Jiang Yan twirled around, landing on her buttocks, gasping from the pain.

"Don't touch her, or I won't be able to stop myself from killing you."

Yang Jian's voice was icy as he stared at the man in the suit who had suddenly appeared behind Jiang Yan.

The man in the suit was also expressionless. He had just raised his hand, intending to push away Jiang Yan, who was blocking his way, but was preemptively spotted by Yang Jian.

"Dang, looking for trouble."

Zhang Wei's eyes snapped open, and he instantly tossed away the skewer in his hand.

Click!

The sound of metal collision echoed as the bullets were chambered in an instant.

Zhang Wei stood up, moving incredibly fast, his hands deftly managing dual golden guns. One was pointed at the man's forehead and the other at his chest, his fingers already on the triggers, ready to fire at a moment's notice and fill the hall with gunfire.

And without a doubt, the man's head would explode, and his chest would be penetrated by bullets.

"You're the one in charge of Dachang City, the so-called Ghost Eye... Yang Jian?"

The man in the suit without any emotion asked, shifting his gaze briefly to Zhang Wei and then back, seemingly undisturbed by an ordinary person, even if the guns were special.

"So, you're the one hosting this gathering?"

Yang Jian also calmly stood up, "I'm in a good mood today, not in the mood for killing, so if you know what's good for you, back off. Definitely, definitely don't start any trouble here."

"My name is Wang Han. I meant no harm, just wanted to get to know you," the man continued expressionlessly, extending his hand.

Yang Jian didn't offer his hand in return, replying coolly, "If you wanted to get to know me, this is not the way to do it."

"Attitude? Are you referring to the way I just approached? Since when do we need to show any regard to ordinary people? If they dare to squeak, just crush them," said Wang Han.

His tone was even, as if discussing something trivial, seemingly accustomed to such acts.

The disregard for life, even the casual intent to kill, sent a chill through the spine.

Although he retained the awareness of a living person, he no longer possessed the emotions, or perhaps, his perspective had already shifted, gradually distancing himself from the realm of humanity.

"You make some sense, but I don't appreciate you speaking those words in my territory, especially in front of me," Yang Jian gestured to the ground, "Kowtow, and we'll call it even today. I don't care who you are, where you come from, or what intention you brought to meet me."

"In any case, you don't treat my people as humans, so I won't treat you as one either. Since you're no longer human, a kowtow shouldn't be a problem, right?"

As he spoke, the ghost eye on his forehead opened.