Chapter 270 - The Excited Spellcasting Community (2/2)
Under normal circ.u.mstances, the death of Old Man Zheng would quickly escalate into a war for heirlooms between brothers and sisters. Lawsuits would have been filed, and insults hurled. However, there and then no one in the Zheng family was in the mood of fighting with each other. They simply stayed home and looked at the luxury houses with sorrow and sadness.
Chen Fan didn’t kill them, but he had taken their wealth. It was worse than outright killing him.
“Get out now! This mansion belonged to Master Chen now.”
A group of brawny young men stormed into the mansion and shouted at Zheng Haomin and his family.
Zheng Zhongming was Zheng Zhongming’s third son, the CEO of Zheng’s Financial Group. He was a man of great prestige and never had he ever experienced such insult in his life.
His son Zheng Anyuan jumped out of his seat and shouted back: “Who the h.e.l.l are you? Why are you in my house? Security? Where is Security? Throw them out!”
“Humph! Do you still think you are the Young Lord of Zheng family?” The leader of the group was a large man with an angry tattoo on his arm depicting a tiger. “Everything belonging to you and your family are now the possessions of Mr. Chen. Look at the paper yourself. Here is the signature of witnesses. They are officials in the government. What do you say now?”
“But… But….” Zheng Anyuan was suddenly at a loss for words.
Although he hadn’t seen the battle in person, he has heard the devastating news from his father.
Zheng Anyuan had thought that the transaction of the property wouldn’t happen for a few years since it would have to go through all kinds of red tape in the government. However, to his surprise, it only took a day for the debt collectors to show up at their doorstep.
“That’s enough!” Zheng Haomin slammed the table and flung at the young men. “We are down on our luck, but that doesn’t mean we have to let you punks step on our toes!”
As the CEO of a powerful company, the group of haughty young man’s att.i.tude didn’t sit well with him. Then he saw another group of men walking into the house. Zheng Haomin suddenly furrowed his brows as he noticed the leader of the second group. He rose to feet and called out:
“Master Qiu?”
Zheng Haomin had recognized that this man was one of the top ten Spellcasters in Hong Kong and his name is Qiu Yulin. Although he was not as powerful as Zhou Daoji, Qiu Yulin was a peak Dao-Reaching Level cultivator and was a frequent guest of the rich and the powerful households. Zheng Haomin was taken aback by his visit.
“Compared to Master Chen, I am not early as worthy of the t.i.tle ‘master’.” Qiu Yulin waved a hand and said: “From today on, everything in this house belongs to Master Chen. Third Lord, please leave the area with your family right now before someone gets hurt.”
Zheng Haomin’s face darkened.
He had never thought that Qiu Yulin was hired by Chen Fan to collect his debt. Most Zheng family members were convinced that it would take at least a few months to half a year before Chen Fan could even start to slowly take over the tremendous wealth of the Zheng family. Little did they know that Chen Fan was well prepared and had hired Hong Kong spellcasters to work for him as debt collectors.
It was a brilliant move. Qiu Yulin and the other spellcasters were a powerful local force and had a connection with all departments in the Hong Kong government. No one could have short them even a penny and resistance was futile since they were all deadly spellcasters.
With that thought in mind, Zheng Haomin’s face turned pale and finally left the room reluctantly with his family.
This scene played out not only in the house of Zheng Haomin but also in his brother’s house.
Chen Fan’s promise of teaching them the art of array formation was too tempting for these spellcasters to resist. Plus, his display of power and the overbearing demeanor had invited much admiration among spellcasters. One of his biggest fans was Master Qiu.
Not all acquisitions of the Zheng family’s property went smoothly and some Zheng family members resisted. However, they were just ordinary people and were no match against deadly cultivators. Some had their legs cut off and some lost their ears. These people used to be the prince and princesses of the Zheng family, but not anymore. They were nothing but a group of useless and defenseless hobos.
The Zheng family’s property and the Zheng’s Financial Group changed its owner very swiftly.
What happened to the Zheng family was quickly heard all over Hong Kong and stirred up people’s interest. Although the public was indifferent to Zhou Daoji’s death, the fall of the Zheng family had grabbed their attention. The entire story sounded like an urban legend.
“Zheng Zhongming died of cardiovascular disease.”
“The Internationally acclaimed model, Zheng Anqi had fallen ill from a strange disease that made her look forty years older.”
“Zheng’s Financial Group had changed hands. The new owner remained a mystery. Zheng family is piling on debt and forced from their homes.”
Numerous newspapers from Hong Kong reported the news and the event happened to the Zheng family quickly became one of the most-watched news on Tv aside from celebrity gossip. The sudden collapse of the Zheng family had invited many people to have their imagination run wild.
Who was the mysterious tyc.o.o.n that had toppled the powerful family? What does he look like?
He had acquired over a few dozen billion yuan worth of a.s.sets and was in direct control of the Zheng’s Financial Group. That would make him a member of the Forbes Rich List, and one of the richest young men in Hong Kong.
Despite the fervent interest in the topic, most elite families of Hong Kong became increasingly fearful of Chen Beixuan’s power. He could topple the Zheng family with ease and not even the governor’s personal intervention in the matter could save them. No one in their right mind in Hong Kong would ever think of messing with Chen Beixuan again.
Meanwhile, Chen Fan had returned to the Hilton Hotel and the National Holiday was about to end.