Return to the City: The Strongest King-Chapter 1924 - 1823: Sincerely Supporting My Sister (Part 4)

"Oh dear, look at how capable he is."

When it's about making trouble, nobody's more active, but when it comes to solving the issue, neither of them showed up.

Soon, the two of them came together, feeling a bit awkward face to face.

"Oh dear, everyone is here..." Feng Shuo's Wife was the first to speak, putting on a smile that looked more like a sob.

Eldest Uncle's Wife tilted her head, staring at the wall, saying nothing.

Anyway, Eldest Uncle's Wife is already sixty, and her face's been cultivated to withstand anything.

"Sit!" Li Jianguo said angrily to the two.

He made room for them to sit down.

Li Jianguo looked at Eldest Uncle's Wife like that, and as a mediator, he felt a bit annoyed and didn't know what to say, nor did he try to start a conversation.

Let it be awkward if it has to be.

Song Xiaodong waited for a while, nobody spoke, so he stood up to leave, but Song Xiaoru held him back.

"You, apologize to your brother-in-law!" Li Fengshuo noticed things were turning badly and shouted at his wife to apologize to Song Xiaodong.

"Why should I apologize to him? It wasn't just me who made him mad." Feng Shuo's Wife glared at Li Fengshuo, refusing to apologize.

Song Xiaodong, ignoring Song Xiaoru, said nothing, stood up and walked toward the door on his own.

"Hey hey hey... Brother-in-law, don't leave... I'll apologize, I'll apologize!" Feng Shuo's Wife was quick-witted and immediately changed her attitude, rushing forward to hold onto Song Xiaodong's arm, not letting him go.

Song Xiaodong paused for a moment, and Li Fengrao and Li Fengshuo quickly followed, helping him back to his seat.

"Brother-in-law, this time it's truly our fault. We didn't realize you were so capable. We apologize, can you transfer Fengshuo back? These past few days, Fengshuo's been listening to sermons at Yiquan Temple, and his nose is all black from the smoke." Feng Shuo's Wife bowed her head while sitting in the chair, apologizing to Song Xiaodong.

"Let me ask you, am I worthy of driving a car worth over ten million?" Song Xiaodong raised his chin, gritted his teeth, glared, and pointed at Feng Shuo's Wife, shouting with a very firm tone.

"Worthy, worthy, it's my ignorance, I belittled you..." Feng Shuo's Wife nodded repeatedly in fear.

"You!" Song Xiaodong turned around and pointed at Eldest Uncle's Wife. The word "You" was a shock, causing all the drinks on the table to ripple slightly.

"I..." Eldest Uncle's Wife was about to lose her temper, but seeing Song Xiaodong's fierce face, she was scared and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Xiaodong, it was Eldest Aunt's fault. I shouldn't have said that about you. I really didn't know you were so capable. Please forgive an old woman like me! Give the license to Fengrao; it's not easy for Fengrao to run a company..." Saying this, Eldest Uncle's Wife's eyes started to redden.

"Let me ask you, what's my status?" Song Xiaodong, still angry, pointed at Eldest Uncle's Wife's nose and asked.

"You... are Mr. Song..."

After hearing this, Song Xiaodong's temper suddenly subsided a bit, he exhaled a long breath, and his body leaned back against the chair.

"Didn't know I'm so capable? If I weren't capable, then it would be right for you to be so arrogant, huh?" Song Xiaodong continued to scold Eldest Uncle's Wife.

"I'll teach you a lesson; make some lousy money, become a small official, and forget the heights of heaven? Looking down on everyone?"

Song Xiaodong scolded, leaving the group silent.

Seeing everyone's reaction, Song Xiaodong finally became somewhat satisfied and picked up his phone.

"Hello? Director Liu?" Song Xiaodong began to make a call.

"Yes, it's Xiaodong speaking. Here's the thing, about Fengrao's financial management license, please let it pass."

"Thank you, Director Liu, I'll treat you to dinner the day after tomorrow!"

"So it's settled!"

After finishing the call, Song Xiaodong, still not calmed down, eyebrows not fully relaxed, looked at Li Fengrao: "Go to the Financial Management Bureau to pick up the license tomorrow!"

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Song..."

Song Xiaodong gave Li Fengrao a scornful look and began another phone call: "Director Zhang, this is Xiaodong!"

"Yes, here's the thing, about Li Fengshuo, let him come back, his nose is black from smoke at Yiquan Temple."

"Alright, thank you, Director Zhang, I'll invite you for dinner the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, it's a deal, I'll give you a call with the specifics later."

Song Xiaodong hung up the phone, looking at Li Fengshuo, then at Feng Shuo's Wife.

Li Fengshuo had a face full of anticipation, while Feng Shuo's Wife lowered her head, not daring to look at Song Xiaodong.

"Go to the Religious Affairs Office tomorrow to handle the transfer." Song Xiaodong told Li Fengshuo.

"Yes, yes." Li Fengshuo nodded nervously.

Next, Song Xiaodong's expression softened as he spoke to Li Jianguo and his wife: "Uncle, Aunt, it's late, we should go."

"Stay for dinner!" Li Sijie's mother said to Song Xiaodong.

"No, no, got to go home to see the kids."

"Alright."

Song Xiaodong turned his head, glanced at Song Xiaoru and Li Sijie, signaling to leave.

The three stood up together.

"Sister, Brother-in-law, do stay for dinner!" Li Fengrao and Li Fengshuo hurriedly tried to keep them.

Song Xiaodong didn't pause his steps, casually said: "Not in the mood." He was already outside the door, with Song Xiaoru and Li Sijie following.

The remaining people sat silently, feeling uncomfortable.

Everyone was thinking, who exactly is this Song Xiaodong?

The type who, with a single call, can change your fate.

"Well, now that things are settled, we'll be going too." Li Jianguo and his wife also prepared to leave.

"Stay for dinner before leaving." Li Fengrao and Li Fengshuo tried to keep them.

"No, no, we're tired, going home to rest." Li Jianguo and his wife declined.

Left behind were Li Fengrao, Eldest Uncle's Wife, Li Fengshuo, and Feng Shuo's Wife, all silently staring at the full table of dishes.