Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 199: Fight to the Death_1

"So you’ve made a little success out there, and now your head’s grown so big it can touch the sky, huh?"

Duan Hongqing angrily scolded, "What’s the matter? Think I’m senile and can be easily fooled by a young punk? That Qingyuan Group can’t survive without you, Duan Zhengwei, is that it?"

"No, Dad, that’s not what I mean..."

"Then what do you mean?" Duan Hongqing interrupted, "The man who received endless praises from me and Sir Zhou, how has he become an arrogant good-for-nothing in your eyes?

Duan Zhengwei, what disgusting things have you been doing, really thinking that with the emperor far away, I can only play the blind man and the deaf man?

Qingyuan Group was founded by me single-handedly. If you weren’t my flesh and blood, you would have been sent packing a long time ago.

And arranging for a faulty car to pick someone up, how childish is that? Are you a three-year-old kid?

At the time, I wanted to teach you a lesson, but I held back, thinking of giving Xiao Ming the chance. Once you realized how powerful he was and came to me for help knowing you were wrong, that’s when I’d speak up for you.

And now, look at you, saying he’s arrogant. What does that make you, and why should he consider you at all?"

Duan Zhengwei felt his face change from anger to pale at the tirade, and he felt a fierce anger in his chest that seemed like it could burst out at any moment.

Patiently waiting for his father to tire from scolding, he finally spoke in a deep voice, "Okay, even if he is indeed a rare genius, and I did go too far today, I should apologize to him.

But do you know what he just said?

He said that as long as Duan Zhengwei has even an iota more power than a security guard at Qingyuan Group, the Duan Family will never be in the list of his prospective partners.

These are his exact words, not a letter off. You listen, it doesn’t matter if Xiao Ming considers me. He clearly doesn’t even put you and the entire Qingyuan Group in his eyes!"

"What’s wrong with that?"

Once again, Duan Zhengwei was perplexed by Duan Hongqing’s counter-question, even suspecting that his father was under some spell by Xiao Ming, or that something dirty had possessed him.

"Why? Dad, why do you value an outsider so much? Could he be your illegitimate son?" Duan Zhengwei became so agitated that his words were barely coherent.

Duan Hongqing just chuckled, "If I really had such a son, I’d wake up laughing from my dreams, why would I bother with an idiot like you?

Want to know why? Simple!

You just met with Zhuang Luonian this noon. Do you know why he came to Lingnan?

He’s going to the gambling ship to buy thousand-year wild ginseng for his precious grandson Zhuang Wending to recover his health.

Do you know why Zhuang Wending needs such strong medicine?

Because someone nearly beat him to death, leaving him crippled.

Do you know where he was crippled and who did it?"

After two rhetorical questions, the answer to the third seemed self-evident, but Duan Zhengwei was unwilling, reluctant, and afraid to believe it.

"Impossible! How could a nobody who came out of nowhere dare to injure the heir of the Northern Dian Zhuang Family?

Even if it was him, there’s no way he could arrive in Lingnan alive, so boldly!"

"If you don’t believe it, you can ask Zhuang Luonian. Although I don’t know why, after the incident, the Zhuang Family really did sell off all of Longyin’s properties and stayed far away from Xiao Ming."

The anger in Duan Hongqing’s tone had vanished, replaced by extreme fatigue.

"Zhengwei, when I was in Longyin, Xiao Ming once made a comment about you.

He said you like to take unconventional approaches and are decisive in your actions, good at surprising tactics, and suited for expanding territory.

But at the same time, you’re too decisive to a fault, reminiscent of a gambler.

This is the judgement I’ve come to only after you became an adult, yet he has never even met you.

Just this alone is enough to prove he has a sharp eye and grand aspirations.

In principle, I should hand over Qingyuan to your older brother, who’s better at maintaining what has been built, but I’m not content. I always hoped Qingyuan could go even further, which is why I’ve always had high expectations for you."

This time, inviting Xiao Ming over was actually just to use his excellence to sharpen you, to let you suffer some losses and setbacks. Maybe then you could change your reckless way of doing things.

Unfortunately, the chance hadn’t even arrived before you wasted it with your recklessness.

"I’ll be in Lingnan in two days. For the establishment of the new company and the investment affairs, you don’t need to get involved. Take this opportunity to calm down and reflect!"

Having said that, Duan Hongqing hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone, Duan Zhengwei stood petrified, motionless for a long time.

His father’s meaning was crystal clear: even if he wouldn’t really strip him of all his power, turning him into a mere rich man who could only receive dividends, it was certain that he wouldn’t be allowed to take charge on his own anymore.

This meant that from this moment on, he had completely lost all hope of ever taking control of Qingyuan Group in the future.

Why?

He still couldn’t figure it out.

Was it just because of an intimidation gone too far? Even if it had been over the top, a simple act of kneeling and apologizing should suffice, right? Was such severe punishment really necessary?

So what if Xiao Ming is talented? So what if he made the Zhuang Family bow their heads? Could he really make Qingyuan’s billions in assets vanish with a wave of his hand?

What gave him the right to have his father so wary of him? What gave him the right to make me pay such a heavy price?

Who does he think he is?

Duan Zhengwei’s expression gradually became as dark as water.

Li Yaman had been standing behind him all the while, listening to the whole conversation intermittently, and naturally, she understood the gravity of the situation.

Seeing Duan Zhengwei’s expression growing more and more terrifying, she hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Should I go apologize and submit to Xiao Ming, to stabilize him first before..."

"Get out!"

Duan Zhengwei violently smashed the wine glass.

Li Yaman shuddered, stepped back, bowed her head, and said no more.

After a long while, Duan Zhengwei’s eyes began to show a ferocious light. He picked up his phone again and dialed a number.

"Is this the Fierce Dog Shelter? I need a dog, a Mad Dog, the crazier the better!"

Li Yaman’s face turned pale, instinctively wanting to stop him, but eventually, she just sighed silently and said nothing.

The so-called Fierce Dog Shelter was not an actual dog sanctuary, but a group of assassins from Southeast Asia.

There was constant conflict and disaster in the region, orphaned children were a common sight, and this shelter specialized in searching, buying, or even kidnapping children with good physical conditions, teaching them some fighting skills, and throwing them into underground fighting rings.

Each assassin from the shelter had no systematic training, let alone formal schooling, but all of them were experts in unorthodox methods of killing.

They all grew up through life-and-death fights, with the failures ending up dead.

They had no ideology, didn’t understand pain, and knew only how to kill.

Known as Mad Dogs, they latch on and never let go, fight to the death!

And at this very moment, Xiao Ming had already left the hotel, taken a taxi to a village within the city, and, relying on his memory, zigzagged through the small alleys until he reached a small courtyard with a Bagua mirror hanging above the door.

In the yard, there was a rocking chair with a blind old lady sitting on it. Hearing the noise, she began to speak in a sinister voice.

"The quota for fortune-telling is full today. Please come early tomorrow if you wish to inquire."

Xiao Ming smiled: "I’m not here to have my fortune told."

"Then what are you here for?"

"I want to buy a boat ticket!"