Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System-Chapter 632 - 419: Unmatched Dominance (Double-Length)
The teacup in Old Hou’s hand shook slightly, almost spilling the tea.
Director Ji’s hand paused in mid-air as he adjusted his glasses, his eyes full of shock.
Even Old You, who usually showed no expression, raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised at how close the two’s relationship was.
Previously, his good son-in-law had told him that Qi Yun might be connected to the Fu Family, but he had not expected Qi Yun to openly call the other party "Big Brother."
Hong Zhenbang’s face turned as white as a sheet.
He now completely understood that he had hit a brick wall this time, and it was a red-hot one.
Fu Wentao pointed to an empty chair nearby, saying casually: "Sit."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the people present, as if both speaking to Qi Yun and deliberately addressing the others: "I just happened to come here to handle some affairs, heard that you were taken from the company, so I specially came to see what you’ve done."
Except for Hong Zhenbang, the other faces all showed a strange expression upon hearing these words.
Qi Yun had just been taken away, and you showed up immediately after; the timing was indeed too coincidental...
Qi Yun sat down politely, looked around, and then focused on Hong Zhenbang, returning with a smile: "That’s perfect. I’m also unsure why I was inexplicably brought here. Since you’re here, Big Brother, maybe you can help ask about it."
As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the reception room instantly froze.
Fu Wentao turned to look at Hong Zhenbang, finally acknowledging him: "Hong BZ, I heard you’re responsible for the undercover operations; kindly explain this situation."
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it commanded authority.
Hong Zhenbang’s face alternated between red and white, his blood boiling inside, but he didn’t dare to act out.
He couldn’t remember how many years it had been since anyone dared to embarrass him like this, but today, facing Fu Wentao, was precisely the person who could ignore his presence.
After a long while, Hong Zhenbang finally spoke with a stiff upper lip: "Isn’t it just that Old He’s matter is quite involved? We specially invited young Qi TZ to help understand the situation. There’s absolutely no misconduct involved."
"It should’ve been a miscommunication by the subordinates, it’s all a misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."
For someone of his status to say such words, it could be said that his stance was very humble indeed; it was effectively submitting in disguise.
Others might laugh it off and leave it at that, considering that face-to-face, future encounters were inevitable, and there was no need to completely burn bridges.
But Fu Wentao was different; he seemed dissatisfied with this, his eyes still fixed on Hong Zhenbang.
Although he said nothing, the meaning was clear — not enough!
At this moment, Hong Zhenbang’s face couldn’t be described as merely unpleasant; it was as if being **** in public, he had to pretend to be calm, with hands clenched tightly on his knees, nails almost digging into his skin.
After much internal struggle, he forced out a phrase through gritted teeth: "I’m sorry, young Qi TZ, it was a mistake on our part. I apologize on behalf of DCZ."
After speaking, Hong Zhenbang seemed drained of all energy, the imposing aura previously held vanished, aging several years in a mere moment.
He had no other choice; Fu Wentao’s gaze was like a knife at his throat. If he didn’t bow his head, the consequence would only be more embarrassing.
Fu Wentao finally withdrew his gaze, and although his tone lacked the previous oppressive air, it was still full of veiled warning: "Since it was a misunderstanding, let’s leave it at that. After all, mistakes happen."
"The important thing is that I hope there won’t be a next time."
Saying that, he stood up and patted Qi Yun’s shoulder: "Alright, since there’s nothing else, we shouldn’t waste others’ working time here."
Seeing this, Old Hou quickly got up to detain him: "Haha, Wentao, if there’s nothing urgent, why not stay awhile; we have many economic issues we’d like to consult you on."
Fu Wentao waved his hand: "Next time, I still have some things to handle today."
Old Hou did not insist: "Ah, well then, next time, let us know beforehand and we’ll carve out time to gather."
Fu Wentao nodded, said no more, and led Qi Yun away.
A group of people walked to the elevator, Zheng Lin had already pressed the button.
Fu Wentao entered the elevator, turned and nodded to everyone: "Please remain, we’ll be leaving now."
"Let me see you off, let me see you off!"
Old Hou wanted to escort them, but as soon as he spoke, the elevator doors slowly shut, isolating their gaze.
Until the elevator number reached 1, everyone sighed in relief, all inwardly thankful they had finally sent off this imposing presence.
Once in the car, Qi Yun grinned and gave Fu Wentao a thumbs up: "Big Brother, your aura earlier was unmatched!"
His words were completely heartfelt, without any flattery.
Fu Wentao in the reception room earlier could only be described in four words: Unparalleled Dominance!
No one else would dare utter such things in that setting but Fu Wentao.
Fu Wentao leaned against the seat, taking the cigar handed over by Zheng Lin, a slight smile on his lips: "That’s because they were at fault."
"After today’s lesson, as long as you don’t make mistakes yourself, no one will dare to casually touch you again."
Qi Yun nodded while eagerly lighting it with a lighter: "Haha, Big Brother, don’t you know me? Always honest and decent, never causing trouble."
Fu Wentao snorted: "Would you believe that yourself?"
"Just this month, I’ve bailed you out twice."
Qi Yun put away the lighter, awkwardly rubbing his nose, not defending himself.
Clearly his stature isn’t strong enough; if only he could reach his good big brother’s level, no one would dare actively mess with him...
After backing Qi Yun, Fu Wentao didn’t linger and left directly by a private jet.
After seeing him off, Qi Yun headed straight to West Mountain, where he had long bought a secluded courtyard, usually inviting those unruly folks to hang out here. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Like that truck driver followed by Old Ghost.
Inside the house, three men of Asian descent were tied to chairs, and judging by the bloodstains on their bodies, they had already received a warm welcome.
Moreover, one appeared to be on the brink of death.
"How’s it going? Did they confess?"
Old Eagle wiped his hands with a towel, came over to report: "They confessed, these three guys are from Japan’s Imperial Family."
"When we caught them, they tried to commit suicide. I knocked out all their teeth."
"What’s their purpose?"
"To assassinate you. They don’t know the exact reason, likely just doing what they’re told."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun frowned, indeed sent by the Imperial Family, this deduction alone suggested that the secret likely leaked.
As for which step the error occurred in, that required further confirmation...
And since they came straight for his life, it was probable they had confirmed that the Eight-footed Jade Hook was no longer with him.
Seems like more caution is needed moving forward...
Thinking of this, Qi Yun immediately took out his phone to contact Harris, updating him on the situation and asking him to investigate on his end as well.
After completing those tasks, he called Bao Cheng, originally Ge Dabao’s deputy, now the team leader, requesting him to arrange for these men to be brought back.
Back at the company, Qi Yun’s appearance instantly steadied the morale, calming the previously worried crowd.
After handling several important documents, seeing that time was nearing the end of the workday, Qi Yun’s phone began ringing non-stop.
Calls from Shao Yuewen, Qin Minghui, and Old Hou, as well as other bigwigs’ secretaries, all wanting to have a meal with him.
Qi Yun, of course, understood their intentions clearly.
Ultimately, he declined all invitations, only sending messages to Shao Yuewen and Ji Kai, asking them to pass on his gratitude.
In the evening, returning to Golden Collar Villa, Qi Yun first stopped by the nearby base to assign a task to Ah Jiao and others, before finally going home to eat.
...
At the same time, in the guesthouse on Zhongshan Road.
Hong Zhenbang was also on the phone, sighing with fatigue: "Hey, Old Ding, he’s even brought in Fu Wentao, how can you expect me to help you?"
"I can’t do this favor for you, forgive my incompetence, you should find someone more capable..."
