"It wasn’t Meng Yunhe. After our last meeting, Meng Yunhe wouldn’t dare target our Huayu Group again. Instead, he’s been taking good care of us, giving us the green light on all procedures. This time, it was Meng Yunhe who gave me a heads-up about the targeting of Huayu Group," Wang Siyu explained.

Ye Qingfeng nodded. This Meng Yunhe indeed had some sense of the situation.

However, Ye Qingfeng’s gaze quickly turned cold. Whoever it is, this must have something to do with the Divine Guard. Currently, Huayu Group is indeed facing significant constraints in the inland.

"My conflict with the Divine Guard is getting bigger. They won’t allow me to act freely in the country. Now, we should speed up the development of Yanglong, and when the time comes, move Huayu Group there."

Ye Qingfeng pondered for a while and then said.

Therefore, the development of Yanglong has become crucial. He intends to use some technological means to counter these countries.

"Let’s wait a bit. Once Yanglong is developed, we’ll see. If they go too far, I’ll personally take a trip to the Divine Guard."

Ye Qingfeng said coldly.

Speaking of Yanglong, Wang Siyu was also moved. She was startled by Ye Qingfeng’s ambitions; his ideas were truly crazy.

"But Ye Qingfeng, developing a city requires a lot of funds. Should I send some more money to Shen Yingluo?"

Wang Siyu asked.

"No need, I’ll handle the money issue myself." Ye Qingfeng shook his head. It’s time to collect debts. With these two billion, it’s enough for Yanglong’s development for quite a while.

Having arranged everything, Ye Qingfeng left Huayu Group directly and headed to the airport, taking a flight to Xiangjiang.

Because Xiangjiang was really too far from Qingyun City, using a Flying Sword would be too much of a waste of Spiritual Energy. Ye Qingfeng opted for the plane instead.

Sitting beside Ye Qingfeng was a pot-bellied middle-aged man in a branded suit, but his belly was too big, making the suit unable to close, looking somewhat comical.

Across the aisle, sat an old man and a girl. The girl wore sunglasses, her expression cold, silently turning to one side.

Ye Qingfeng sat on the innermost side, farthest from the old man and the girl.

Not inclined to bother with these people, Ye Qingfeng closed his eyes to rest, as the plane quickly took off.

After a while, Ye Qingfeng stood up.

"What are you doing?" the chubby man immediately asked.

"Let me through," Ye Qingfeng said directly.

The middle-aged chubby man grudgingly moved, making a small gap for Ye Qingfeng to pass through.

Du Bingxin’s expression was icy, her heart heavy. Her grandfather’s condition had worsened severely; if not treated soon, it would be hard to survive this year.

This time, traveling to Xiangjiang, besides celebrating the Old Master Su’s birthday of the Xiangjiang Su Family, her main goal was to find the Divine Doctor who saved Old Master Su.

Old Master Su was diagnosed with a terminal illness, initially thought to be on the brink of death. When everyone believed Su Yunhe was a goner, he resiliently pulled through.

Today, a grand celebration of his 80th birthday was being held, indicating Su Yunhe not only survived but was in robust health.

The Xiangjiang Su Family was not a small entity, considered one of the top families in Xiangjiang.

With control over several listed companies, they are financially potent and have substantial influence and connections in Xiangjiang, including many Su family members in government positions.

It’s fair to say that even the appointment of Xiangjiang’s Chief Executive depends on the Su Family’s support.

This attests to the power of the Xiangjiang Su Family, so Su Yunhe’s illness drew considerable attention. Despite their immense resources, international medical experts were helpless.

It was generally concluded that Old Master Su wouldn’t last more than half a year, a widely accepted truth. Now, that the Old Master Su returned from Ghost Gate is shocking everyone.

Who was it that could bring Su Yunhe back from a medically pronounced death?

According to insiders, it was said that Su Yunhe’s granddaughter, Su Yingxin, personally ventured to the Mainland and encountered a Divine Doctor whose medication saved Su Yunhe.

This left the upper echelon in Xiangjiang astonished. Although it was known that the Mainland was vast with many capable individuals, it was surprising to find such a high-level person.

Some were skeptical, finding it absurd. Could the traditional medicine techniques of those swindlers in the Mainland surpass U.S. technology?

Initially, Du Bingxin also didn’t believe it, but now she had no choice. Her grandfather didn’t have much time left, and she had to take a gamble in Xiangjiang.

She had to personally inquire who the Divine Doctor that Su Yingxin met was, as Su Yingxin remained tight-lipped, refusing to reveal any information about the Divine Doctor despite being asked by many.

Du Bingxin felt helpless and had to go to Xiangjiang herself. One way or another, she needed to find out the whereabouts of this Divine Doctor; otherwise, her grandfather’s life couldn’t be preserved.

"Hello, can I switch seats with you?" A voice interrupted Du Bingxin’s thoughts.

Du Bingxin looked up and saw a handsome young man standing in front of her with a smile.

This young man was indeed quite good-looking, with black hair, dark eyes, and delicate, clear skin, which easily engendered goodwill.

But her mood was too heavy to entertain such a man.

"What do you want? To chat me up? Sorry, I’m not interested at all. Please return to your seat," Du Bingxin said coldly.

Ye Qingfeng’s appearance was appealing, fitting her type, but unfortunately, she had no mood for flirting right now.

"I’m not trying to chat you up, just want to switch seats," Ye Qingfeng persisted.

A glimpse of irritation crossed Du Bingxin’s face. Initially, she found Ye Qingfeng pleasant enough, as he matched her aesthetics.

But his persistence in such circumstances was starting to annoy her.

"I told you, I’m in no mood to engage with you. If you don’t want to irritate me, go back yourself and stop making these boring excuses."

Du Bingxin frowned and said.

Ye Qingfeng slightly furrowed his brow as well. It was rare for him to be this polite, and this woman was overthinking.

"I just want to change seats, don’t overthink this. I’m not interested in you," Ye Qingfeng explained patiently once more.

"Ha, I say kid, this trick is too outdated, isn’t it? Trying to pick up girls like this, just sit down already," the middle-aged chubby man next to him laughed teasingly.