Urban God of War: The Live-in Son-in-law

Chapter 232: Does Heaven Have Eyes?

Two months ago, Jiangdu saw the arrival of an even more formidable foreign commerce guild: the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild.

This was a massive commerce guild jointly established by two ancient families from Northern Su, the Liang and Xu Families. Although the commerce guild represented only the tip of the iceberg in terms of their strength, it was not something that the local "bumpkins" of Jiangdu could compare with.

The arrival of the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild had swept through Jiangdu like a forceful dragon crossing a river, overwhelmingly suppressing the various small and large local enterprises.

In just two short months, half of Jiangdu’s enterprises had been annexed, and the remaining ones were either facing closure or awaiting acquisition.

Northern Su, one of the three S-class provinces in the north, where even a provincial city that could be considered the capital of the Southern River Region Jiangnan Province is merely ranked A within Xuanyuan Nation; and with the Liang Family being the First Family of Northern Su, one could imagine how profound their heritage and how vast their influence were.

As for the Xu Family, their renown was hardly any less than that of the Liang Family.

Nobody knew why the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild had come to Jiangdu. With the capabilities of the two Great Families, if they wanted to expand their strength, they certainly wouldn’t have considered such a small place as Jiangdu.

Even less known was the fact that the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild had been secretly colluding with the Sha Family all along. Anything that was inconvenient for the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild to handle was taken care of by the Sha Family.

A single Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild had caused the business community of Jiangdu to lament and grieve, with complaints to the heavens unanswered and pleas to the earth unheard.

By noon, Ye Feng had finally gotten up from bed, lazy and leisurely.

He had no choice; with a beauty in his arms, and her tender, dripping charm full of endless temptation, Ye Feng couldn’t help himself from becoming wildly lustful once again in the early morning. All rules and habits, he cast completely aside.

When it came to impulsiveness, Ye Feng felt that from now on he would only ever act impulsively for Hong Qingyan.

"How long will it take you to take down the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild?"

In the backyard of the Fu Family, Ye Feng, while enjoying his afternoon tea, asked Zhang Wenyuan with a sharp, penetrating gaze.

The Sha Family, plus the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild!

Without guessing, Ye Feng already knew that these two foreign powers had come for him, and he had a vague idea of who was behind it all. It was merely to clear out any potential back-ups he might have left, making such a big fuss, from the Western Territory to the north.

Who are they trying to scare?

"Half a day!"

Zhang Wenyuan thought for a moment before answering.

With the might of the Daoyi Chamber of Commerce, comparable to the Eight Noble Families of the Imperial Capital, snapping up a mere Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild naturally wouldn’t take much time. Nonetheless, if the main family forces behind them were to get involved, it’d be a serious contest.

Just half a day! Within half a day, he believed he could force the two major families of Northern Su to back down. Such was the confidence from the Daoyi Chamber of Commerce.

"Too long!"

"If those two families don’t make a move, how long will it take?"

Half a day, for the Northern Border King to play with a lackluster Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild? Half a day’s time?

Ye Feng certainly wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. If he did, not to mention the people lurking in the shadows laughing at him, he would feel disdain for himself.

"At most, an hour,"

Zhang Wenyuan asserted confidently.

Even now, he didn’t understand why Ye Feng suddenly wanted to move against a newly risen small commerce guild, but he knew better than to question his master’s arrangements. What must be done, should be done, and what shouldn’t be asked, should not be questioned.

"Splurge the money, shorten the time to half an hour,"

"Don’t worry about the loss. Whatever the Daoyi Chamber of Commerce loses now, I’ll reclaim it for you twofold later,"

Ye Feng stated assertively.

"My lord, you take it too seriously. It’s your Daoyi Chamber of Commerce,"

Zhang Wenyuan said somewhat helplessly.

From Ye Feng’s tone, the other party still seemed not to consider himself as the master of the Daoyi Chamber of Commerce. Was it because he didn’t want to manage it, or did he simply underestimate the power of a commerce guild?

"Just do it!"

Ye Feng merely waved his hand.

...

In Jiangdu City, within the Great Xia, the headquarters of the Hongtian Group.

At this moment, Hong Tianming and his wife were anxiously waiting in the office. However, the person they were waiting for had not yet arrived, while another uninvited guest, Liang Chenghuan, the chief executive of the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild, had arrived unbidden.

"I knew long ago that boy surnamed Ye was no good. Our Hong Family took him in out of kindness, gave him food and shelter, and he wouldn’t even help us out with this trivial matter. And that little slut, Hong Qingyan, she’s a disgrace too. After the Hong Family raised her all these years, she turned out to be such an ingrate, a traitor.

The Hong Family would have been better off raising a dog than her."

Seeing that the Hongtian Group was about to be finished, Zhang Yuman cursed vehemently.

"Enough with the noise. What’s the use of saying all this now?"

Hong Tianming was also at his wit’s end. Hong Qingyan had promised them yesterday that she would help, but where was she?

Today was the final deadline for the Hongtian Group. If Hong Tianming continued to reject being taken over, then the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild would use unreserved methods to suppress the Hongtian Group, with no room for negotiation left. At that point, there would be no future for the Hongtian Group other than closure.

However, accepting the acquisition at the price they offered was hard to digest, too. The market value of the Hongtian Group was at least a hundred million, but the offered purchase price couldn’t even reach a third of that. It was clearly a robbery.

"Chairman, there’s someone named Liang Chenghuan outside asking for you,"

Secretary Little Lin came in and said.

"Don’t let him in!"

Hong Tianming responded with a cold scowl.

"Chairman, he said that if you don’t see him, it will be taken as a rejection of his proposal, and you should prepare yourself,"

Little Lin said, not understanding the implications.

"Get out."

Zhang Yuman, infuriated upon hearing this, felt that even a secretary was now siding with outsiders.

"What do we do now?"

Hong Tianming was in complete disarray, thinking about having to hand over the Hongtian Group unwillingly, his heart a mix of reluctance and pain.

"Are you even a man? If you’re a man, why are you asking your wife what to do?"

"Since that Ye won’t help, what other options do we have? We’ve already tried everything over the past few days. Just sell it, get some money back, and retire at home. It’s better than ending up with nothing."

Zhang Yuman weakly said that without Hongtian Group, all future expenses of the Hong Family would have to be carefully considered. This was also very difficult for her.

"But..."

Hong Tianming wanted to say something else, but Zhang Yuman did not even look at him.

"I’ll go."

In the end, Hong Tianming stood up with great difficulty.

"I thought Mr. Hong planned to be a turtle hiding in its shell for the rest of his life."

In the living room, Liang Chenghuan sat alone in the guest chair, legs crossed with a taunting smile on his face.

"Mr. Liang, our Hongtian Group has never offended your family. Why are you doing this to me?"

Hong Tianming clenched his teeth and asked.

"That’s not for me to answer."

"I’d advise you not to know what you shouldn’t know. Just sign it, I don’t have all day to play with you."

Liang Chenghuan arrogantly threw a document on the table.

In his own words, as the preeminent family of Northern Su, coming to the Southern Territory to deal with a lowly bunch like them, shouldn’t they feel honored?

Sign it?

Hong Tianming stared at the document in front of him, his gaze vacant, with various voices roaring in his head and his body trembling imperceptibly.

"Not willing to?"

"Since you’re unwilling, I’ll take it back. Don’t come begging me later."

Liang Chenghuan said with disdain.

"Sign!"

Just as Hong Tianming was bending down to sign, Liang Chenghuan’s phone rang. He answered the call brazenly in front of Hong Tianming.

"Hurry back, the assets of the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild have been attacked by a formidable enemy, completely collapsing."

The voice was very soft, but Hong Tianming heard it clearly.

Collapsing?

Liang Chenghuan no longer cared about the document on the table and suddenly left on both legs. Who had the power to cause the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild’s assets to completely collapse in less than half an hour?

Damn it, where are our people? What are they doing?

As a business elite, Liang Chenghuan was very clear about what collapse meant; it indicated that things had gotten out of control and the only thing waiting for the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild was bankruptcy.

"Let’s go!"

When Hong Tianming came back, Zhang Yuman weakly said.

"Where to?"

Hong Tianming asked blankly; his mind still hadn’t caught up.

"Of course, it’s time to pack up and leave. The company now belongs to someone else—are we supposed to wait for them to kick us out?"

Zhang Yuman was about to start cursing again immediately.

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Hong Tianming stammered out four words.

"Hong Tianming, do you have a pig’s brain? Without money, how will you support the Hong Family? How could I have fallen for such a useless thing like you? You’re infuriating."

Zhang Yuman said and then wanted to leave the office to chase after people.

"What are you doing?"

"Zhang Yuman, come back here! It’s not that I didn’t want to sign, it’s that the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild seems to be done for."

Done for?

Zhang Yuman’s footsteps, as she stormed out the door, retracted back; she said excitedly, "What did you just say was done for?"

Hong Tianming had to repeat it, including what happened in the living room.

"Heaven has eyes, those bastards at the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild finally got what they deserve. Go fire that secretary from earlier for me."

Upon hearing everything, Zhang Yuman was overjoyed and still did not forget to want to discipline Little Lin, the secretary from earlier.

"Alright!"

Hong Tianming also nodded agreeably.

Heaven has eyes!

Does heaven really have eyes? Hong Tianming wasn’t foolish; he wouldn’t believe such words. His instinct told him that the person cleaning up the Fallen Leaves Guild in the shadows was Ye Feng. However, he couldn’t find a shred of evidence.

That man, unwilling to see them, even if he had helped them, did not want to get involved with them again. Perhaps from the moment they had driven Ye Feng out of the Hong Family, their relationship had been severed.

"Young Master Ye really has some impressive tactics."

At the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild headquarters, in a pose similar to Liang Chenghuan’s, Ye Feng sat with his legs crossed, laughing as he looked at the person across from him—one of the two major persons in charge of the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild, Xu Jin of the Xu Family.

"Shouldn’t you address me as the Northern King by now?"

Unseen?

Now you finally can’t resist coming to see me. From the moment Ye Feng stepped into this place, the supply chain of the Fallen Leaves Commerce Guild began to break down, one by one, until it was now completely collapsed.

"If Young Master Ye were dressed in the Black Dragon Robe and holding the Northern Border Marshal’s Seal in front of me right now, then I’d have to address you as Northern King, even if I didn’t want to."

"But as you are now, what are you?"

Xu Jin said with contempt.

This was just a trivial little game; losing meant nothing. To Xu Jin or Liang Chenghuan, it was not a loss at all.