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Chen Zixiu had set an excellent pace. The direction and decision-making authority of today's deliberations remained firmly in the hands of the most senior person present.
Emotions shifted in Yang Jingxue's eyes as she said softly, "Uncle, securing our support won't be so easy."
"Xiaojun himself must also be able to command the room."
With that, she turned toward Chen Xiaojun and smiled. "It seems you'll need to show us more of your deeper thinking."
In truth, Yang Jingxue and Ximen Rongcheng had not had much contact with Chen Xiaojun.
Back then, Chen Xiaojun had replaced his exceptionally gifted elder brother, Chen Jianjun, as the Heir Apparent.
Had Chen Xiaojun been a mature man in his forties or fifties, Yang Jingxue might already have accepted the extraordinary thinking he had just displayed.
Yet he had become the Chen Clan Young Master at only thirteen. For something so astonishing, he needed to demonstrate even more monstrous talent.
Thus, she needed to dig deeper.
After all, she and the Ximen Family were now more closely bound to the Chen Clan's Super Family strategic planning.
At present, Chen Xiaojun was nominally third in command, behind only the Clan Chief and the Grand Elder.
Yang Jingxue had made her position clear: if he wanted their support, he had to convince her!
At that moment, Ximen Rongcheng remained silent, neither supporting nor opposing her. Perhaps similar considerations weighed on his mind.
Chen Xiaojun felt somewhat uneasy.
Chen Qiujun laughed heartily. "Xiaojun, your Grandma Xue wants to see your gift for strategy. Go ahead and show it to the fullest."
"I remember you once said, 'One day I shall stand atop the highest peak, and all mountains will look small at a glance.' As with combat strength, so too should it