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Inside the airplane lavatory.

Tian Nanxing and Squinty, who entered one after another, both lowered their voices.

"Did he say anything?"

"No."

"If he shows any abnormality, text me directly. I've sent you my America phone number to your phone."

"Got it. What about the money?"

"I'll transfer it to you once we get to San Francisco."

"Goodbye."

With that, the two quickly left the lavatory.

Meanwhile, Blondie, who had been watching the area around the lavatory, saw the two emerge and pretended to be nonchalant before going in to relieve himself.

A few minutes later.

Tian Nanxing returned to his seat, glanced at Li Qingye who was resting with his eyes closed, took out his phone, and opened his messages.

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He casually copied the digits of the code and added them to his contacts, naming it "Dingdang Cat."

Beside him, Li Qingye, even with his eyes closed, could tell from the smell and sounds that Tian Nanxing's heart rate was accelerating and his body temperature had slightly increased.

As expected, betrayal was merely a matter of price.

As long as the price was right, what about the so-called classmate relationship? What if he had helped them before? They would still sell him out the moment they got the chance. This was human nature!

It was indeed a correct choice not to blindly return to Pengcheng earlier.

After a series of setbacks, Li Qingye, who had integrated much of his ancestors' memories, found his personality deeply influenced by them.

Whether it was Du Shuping and Yang Haibo, who now controlled the Xin Xin Group, or Wu Hewang, who seemed like a good old man, or Su Ruoyu, who had always been loyal to his father, he found it difficult to trust any of them now.

While everyone on the plane had their own thoughts.

Yangcheng.

In a villa complex in Panyu.

Inside a secluded villa, a spirited old man stood before a wooden dummy, practicing Wing Chun with precision.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the training hall.

"Father, you're just going to watch that brat go abroad?"

The old man stopped, picked up a towel nearby, and waved his hand. Two servants quickly withdrew.

He tossed the towel onto a table, his sharp gaze making the young man who had just spoken feel as if he were standing on a sword's edge. The old man took another sip of green tea:

"If you're so clumsy in your actions, how can you achieve anything great? Learn more from your brother, or you can go to Malaysia to manage palm plantations!"

Gulp. Hearing his father's reprimand, Yang Tiancheng quickly explained, "Father, I was just worried that brat would mess things up."

The old man slammed his teacup heavily onto the table, his gaze like a fierce tiger descending the mountain: "Hmph, you don't even know when you're being used as a pawn. Get out to Malaysia, and don't come back without my permission."

"Ah..." Yang Tiancheng was greatly alarmed.

Just as he was about to explain further, he saw his father's increasingly displeased expression and could only scramble out in a panic.

A moment later.

Another young man appeared before the old man.

"Father, elder brother meant well."

"Stop talking. With his intelligence, he'll be sold out sooner or later and still help count the money," the old man snorted.

The young man was the old man's second son, Yang Tianci, who was also the president of the New Nanyang Company. The old man was Yang Haibo, one of the founders of the Xin Xin Group, currently serving as its vice president.

Yang Tianci didn't continue the previous topic but brought up another matter: "Father, that stubborn ox refuses to agree to our acquisition of Xin Xin's supermarket business. It's a bit difficult."

"Tianci, you are still too young," Yang Haibo said calmly.

"Uh?" Yang Tianci hesitated: "Father, I talked to that old guy. He was unmoved by money or shares."

Yang Haibo shook his head: "Why did you approach him? His son's small company is the real partner. To deal with someone who won't budge, you need strategy, you need to know how to maneuver, understand?"

After listening, Yang Tianci's eyes lit up: "Father is indeed father. I am indeed still too young."

Yang Haibo continued to advise: "Also, don't go alone. Let those few families go together. If you agree to advance and retreat together, you must see it through to the end."

"Yes, I understand, Father."

"As for that brat's matter, you don't need to get involved. We can't be the only ones to do the dirty work. They eat much more than us. Even if that brat seeks revenge, he'll go after them first."

Yang Tianci nodded.

On the other side, Du Shuping, Wu Hewang, Su Ruoyu, and others in Pengcheng were also stirring up trouble.

The infighting within the Xin Xin Group, along with pressure from external forces, left many feeling overwhelmed.

As for Li Qingye, who was crossing the ocean, no one paid him any mind. After all, his appearance of fleeing like a stray dog, not even daring to return to Pengcheng, made him even more looked down upon.

Seeing Li Qingye's compliance, these guys didn't want to make things too ugly at this critical juncture.

They were currently busy carving up the Xin Xin Group and dealing with various forces, so they had no intention of bothering Li Qingye for now.

On the plane.

Li Qingye had turned off his hypersenses and began to rest, even letting out obvious snoring sounds.

Of course, only his main personality had entered hibernation; another sub-personality remained vigilant at this time.

This kind of sub-personality was actually forced to emerge when he actively integrated ancestral memories, as a way to cope with the side effects.

For example, the sub-personality currently on guard was [Blood Blade], a sub-personality derived from the core of his grandfather's memories.

The Blood Blade personality leaned towards combat, while Li Qingye's main personality leaned towards scientific research.

In fact, the ancestors in the ancestral memories were a huge treasure for Li Qingye, as they compensated for his shortcomings in other areas.

For instance, his father's business experience, his mother's management experience, his grandfather's combat skills, his grandmother's metallurgy knowledge...

As someone who could pass down genes, his ancestors must have been well-off; his family was a branch of the Longxi Li Clan.

According to the memory fragments passed down through genes.

His ancestors in the Western Zhou Dynasty followed King Wu of Zhou in punishing Shang Tang; his ancestors in the Spring and Autumn period served as high officials in the State of Jin; his ancestors in the Warring States period guarded Hedong for the King of Wei;

His ancestors in the Western Han Dynasty rode horses in the northern frontier; his ancestors in the Three Kingdoms period survived in Hanzhong; his ancestors in the Northern and Southern Dynasties had a complex relationship with the Xianbei people;

His ancestors in the Tang Dynasty became one of the powerful clans; his ancestors in the Song Dynasty moved near Dongting Lake; his ancestors in the Ming Dynasty were enthusiastic about the imperial examinations...

These ancestors had all sorts of professions. Modern people might have more knowledge than these ancient ancestors, but that didn't mean modern people could easily defeat ancient people.

For example, in terms of strategy, scheming, and interpersonal skills, ordinary modern people would find it difficult to contend with the elite Confucian scholars who passed the imperial examinations in ancient times.

As for why Li Qingye's ancestors were so formidable, this was actually a blind spot in many people's thinking.

Because modern people in East Asia all had ancestors who were once well-off.

After all, over thousands of years, the people who were most likely to survive through the various dynasties were either from aristocratic families or royalty, or at the very least, wealthy landlords.

You're telling me your ancestors were always poor peasants? Who are you kidding!

Do you know what "poverty doesn't last for three generations" means? It means that if three generations are poor peasants, they are highly likely to die out. If they die out, how can their genes be passed down?

Ancient poor peasants couldn't even afford a wife, and when natural disasters or calamities struck, large numbers of them died. Does this sound like people whose genes could be passed down?

Look at the statistics of surname populations in China – where did the large numbers of people with surnames like Li, Liu, Zhao, and Wang come from? They were the imperial surnames of three feudal dynasties, and the Wang family was one of the aristocratic clans.

Anyone whose genes could be passed down must have had decent ancestors. If they are ordinary people now, it's likely because their families have declined.

This is why Li Qingye had such rich ancestral memories.

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