Fortunately, Lu Chengwen Had Big Feet

Lu Chengwen's expression darkened.

Old Wang was starting to lose face.

"Elder Wang, Xue City was built from scratch by my father, not handed to us by anyone else. I didn't come to Xue City alone—I hold the resources of all four families in my hands. They cover hundreds of industries... None may be super giants, but when I, Lu Chengwen, do business, I'm ruthless and unscrupulous."

"Gentlemen, rather than fixating on a mere Chengwen District project, why not work with me to make the provincial capital's pie bigger? That's broadening your horizons. That's thinking long-term!"

Elder Zhao said, "Cheng Wen, stop playing games. Let me tell you the truth: that brat from the Wen Family is already on the run. Even he can't protect you now. What makes you think you can? A few tens of billions are just pocket change to us, but for you, they've already cut to the bone, haven't they?"

"While we haven't completely fallen out yet, back off. You can still be your little king in the mountains, living in luxury in Xue City, fooling around with a few celebrities and models, and being a carefree local tycoon."

"If you really force a few old men like us to go all out, I'm afraid you'll arrive in a suit and leave bare-assed!"

"And besides, our investment in Chengwen District is really us helping you. Young people need to know when to advance and when to retreat. If we make the pie bigger, everyone gets a share. But if you flip the table... there won't even be a sip of soup left."

Lu Chengwen smiled. "Elder Zhao, don't be so hasty! I came to the provincial capital to learn. If the table really gets flipped, then at worst, I'll tighten my belt and start over.