Chapter 891 - No Strength, No Pressure (1/2)

Chapter 891: No Strength, No Pressure

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

The big man who worked for the Zhangs had a rather uncommon eyesight himself, as he could see the imposing aura these people had within them. He realized that these people were of uncommon origins, so he used his walkie-talkie to report the situation here to the person who was in charge of the family’s security issues.

Deep inside the residence, the Patriarch of the Zhangs, Zhang Pinqin, was now watching calligraphy and painting in his study, while Zhang Wendi, the most outstanding junior of the new generation of his family, was standing beside him. He was also Zhang Pinqin’s grandson.

“What do you think about this calligraphy painting?”

Zhang Pinqin reluctantly retracted his eyes from the calligraphy and asked his grandson.

“This painting is just a string of numbers in my eyes,” said Zhang Wendi indifferently. “The longer the number of digits, the better it is. Grandpa, you only need to tell me how to sell this object and with how much money you can buy it.”

“There’s a lot of things that can’t be measured by money, Wendi.” Zhang Pinqin shook his head and forced a wry smile, “The same concept can be applied with the advice that you should never look at the issues at hand with a careless attitude. I can tell you one thing—it’s money that is a series of numbers. Whether it is 100 million or 100 billion, it’s no different in my eyes.”

“Yet, the wealth can make our family more and more powerful, no?” talked back Zhang Wendi with all seriousness.

“Sigh, it seems the way I taught you over the years has really been a problem,” reluctantly sighed Zhang Pinqin. “Even now, I can see you not as a child twenty-something years old, but rather a full-pledged, copper coin-smelling businessman who chases benefits with a rigorous and cold attitude. Well, it may be a good thing for our family, but for you…”

“I think I like it quite well, Grandpa,” cut off Zhang Wendi with an indifferent expression.

Knock, knock…

The opened door was knocked and the security captain, Zhang Wenzhao, came inside and said in a deep voice, “Uncle, Wendi, there’s someone outside who has shown up at the entrance. He said that he’s Tang Xiu.”

“Tang Xiu? Surnamed Tang, huh?”

Zhang Pinqin’s eyes raised and he looked at Zhang Wendi, “What do you think? Should we warmly welcome him, or rather drive him away?”

“Well, today is really interesting, isn’t it?” Zhang Wendi grinned, “We drove away the old one and now comes the young one. The Tangs are really an amazing marvel, don’t you think? He’s the famous miracle-working doctor, and the Big Boss of Magnificent Tang Corporation, as well as the Young Master of the Tang Family of Beijing, yes? With such halos shrouding this guy, I do want to see him so much.”

“Then I’ll hand over this issue to you since you wanna see him,” said Zhang Pinqin indifferently. “But keep in mind that Kutu is busy taking over those two ports as quickly as possible. If… in the case that they really don’t want to give them up, I’ll personally visit the highest official of Hong Kong, while you yourself can run amok slaying.”

“Got it!”

Zhang Wendi’s reply was very casual and he left the room with Zhang Wenzhao.

Ten minutes later, inside the other pavilion of the Zhangs, Zhang Wendi sat in front of the stone table while quietly savoring the scented tea. As a small group of people came inside, his eyes then fixated on Tang Xiu who was at the forefront. Disdain and contempt flashed in his eyes after a few seconds of observation before his eyes then fell on the teapot again.

“Quite crazy, aren’t you?”

Tang Xiu went straight to Zhang Wendi’s front and took a seat. He then snatched the teapot from his hand to pour himself a cup of fragrant tea. He took a sip and lightly said, “I thought I could taste a genuine good tea from Young Master Zhang, but little did I think this one just tasted so-so. Young Master Zhang, you’re Zhang Wendi, aren’t you? Can I ask you a question?”

“You…”

Anger flashed in Zhang Wendi’s eyes, yet Tang Xiu interrupted him just as he spoke a word.

“You know, my question is quite simple and you should 100% be able to answer it, to be honest,” said Tang Xiu with a trace of curious look on his face. “Just listen to my question well. Do your parents know that you’re so arrogant?”

Bam…

Zhang Wendi slapped the stone table with killing intent glittering in his eyes. He coldly said, “Surnamed Tang, you can eat any food at your will, but never speak shit carelessly. This place is not your family’s in Beijing, but my home.”

Tang Xiu let out a faint smile and said, “Well, I can understand that. But… are you threatening me?”

“How is this threatening you?” asked Zhang Wendi coldly, “It’s easy for me to make you never come out of here if I want to.”

“Truly an idiot!” Tang Xiu shook his head. He then waved to Singluen and said with a light smile, “You’re the VIP I’ve invited, so don’t stand far away with the background people, will you? To be honest, the tea of his family is rather ordinary. But, today is a hot day. Let’s ignore the taste, and just have some sips to relieve our thirst!”

Singluen just smiled as he came over to the stone table and took a seat. He imitated Tang Xiu’s style, grabbing the teapot and pouring himself a cup of tea. After sipping it, he pursed his lips and snorted, “Hmph, it’s like what you told me indeed, Mr. Tang. Even if I know nothing about tea ceremony and I don’t like tea that much, this tea indeed has an unpleasant taste. The Zhangs are said to be wealthy with lots of assets in Macao, yet they don’t have much while being so petty to entertain their guests? I really didn’t expect it!”

“Who the hell are you?” shouted Zhang Wendi angrily.

“Speak to Mr. Tang if you got anything to say, will you?” Singluen waved and said, “There’s an adage that says, in your country that a man is just a passer-by when he’s just a hired thug, right?”