Not long after Chu Xiaoang hung up, the office phone rang again.
"Hello, who's calling?"
"Hm? Who did you say? All right, got it. Tell him I have something urgent to handle. I'll call him back in a bit."
After hanging up, he snorted.
A stern-faced young man beside him asked, "Dad, who was that?"
Chu Xiaoang stroked his full beard. "Gu Weiyang."
The young man raised his eyebrows slightly. "Secretary-General Gu? Why would he call?"
"What else? Obviously, it's about those things Qin Siyang is handing over to the Administration Bureau."
"Secretary-General Gu was listening in on this too?"
"Gu Weiyang isn't that sort of person. Tang Wangong probably asked him to put in a word. That's why he called."
Chu Xiaoang looked displeased. "That brat Qin Siyang moves way too fast."
"We'd barely finished talking, and he'd already told Tang Wangong."
"What a troublesome brat!"
The young man said, "Dad, why don't I kill Qin Siyang and take the stuff?"
Chu Xiaoang gave him a disappointed look. "Chu Baxing, you're eighteen already. Is your body growing but not your brain? All you ever think about is killing! Can you give me a moment's peace?!"
"What do you think Qin Siyang is? Some orphaned punk from the edge of the Safe Zone?"
"With so many people backing Qin Siyang now, do you think you can just kill him?!"
Chu Baxing answered calmly, "You taught me that status isn't won through negotiation. It's won through killing."
Chu Xiaoang slammed the desk in anger. "You certainly remembered that one! What about everything else? In one ear and out the other?!"
"I also taught you to make more friends and fewer enemies! Why didn't that sink in?!"
Chu Baxing said indifferently, "No one is fit to be my friend."
"Who taught you