Invisible boasting is the deadliest kind.
Song Hao's old face flushed crimson, his expression uglier than if he had swallowed a dead fly.
Not only did Lin Fei rub his pride-and-joy archery technique fiercely into the dirt, but from start to finish he never even spared him a proper glance. After winning, he was actually thinking about what to eat for lunch, completely failing to take him seriously at all!
Arrogant, too damn arrogant!
Overbearing, too damn overbearing!
Song Hao was truly so angry he almost couldn't catch his breath, experiencing a sudden urge to vomit blood.
Ji Yaoguang twitched the corners of her mouth as well upon hearing Lin Fei's out-of-line remarks, and after a long while spat out only two words: "Whatever."
She simply could not comprehend what on earth Lin Fei was thinking.
"This is going too far, Young Master Song, I'll have someone teach him a lesson!" Seeing Lin Fei and Ji Yaoguang walking off side-by-side toward the side, Meng Zhe spoke through grates teeth.
There were very few people in Rongcheng who could trample over Song Hao, and moreover those were people he couldn't afford to provoke either. Now that a little bodyguard had ruthlessly slapped Young Master Song across the face, this was precisely his chance to vie for a display of worth, so naturally he couldn't let it slip by.
"No need," Song Hao's expression was gloomy. "I have a way to deal with him, and I can also make Ji Yaoguang bow her head to me."
Meng Zhe wore a face full of astonishment: "What brilliant master-stroke does Young Master Song have?"
Song Hao took a deep breath, sneering: "Did you forget? Ji Yaoguang still has an important project she needs to negotiate with me, and apart from my Song Family, nobody in Rongcheng can help her! The Ji Family may seem infinitely glorious on the surface, but their product standards have already failed to keep pace with the market. If she doesn't have this batch of new chips from me, the Ji Family will soon fall into decline."
"When that time comes, to hell with her Ji Yaoguang-even Ji Chongwei and the old master of the Ji Family himself will have to come knocking on my door to plead with me politely! Taking whatever I want and demanding whatever I please-isn't that all within a single thought of mine? Since this Ji Yaoguang refuses a toast only to drink a forfeit, I can't be blamed for casting aside reason and disregarding the friendship between our two families."
Saying this, Song Hao revealed a smug, sinister smile, as though everything were firmly within his grasp.
Meng Zhe felt a jolt in his heart, not expecting Song Hao to possess this sort of trump card. Instantly wearing an expression of admiration, he buttered him up with flattery: "Young Master Song is truly formidable; since the Ji Family fails to appreciate what's good for them, sooner or later they'll be brought down by you!"
If a major family like the Rongcheng Ji Family were controlled by the Song Family, what sort of glory would that spell for the Song Family?
Just making a brief mental assumption left Meng Zhe's heart shaken and untamed.
This Rongcheng, it seemed, was about to stir up the wind.
Lin Fei never expected that his archery video would be posted online.
This astonishing operation, coupled with the uploader having money to buy promotional traffic, went viral at a speed far exceeding his imagination.
Yet after eating lunch, when he refreshed this video, it already had hundreds of thousands of likes.
Casually flipping open the comment section, there were all sorts of comments.
"I feel like my nine years of compulsory education has been insulted; if this isn't special effects, I'll eat my phone, alright?"
"Inspection complete, the person above can start your performance now, remember to post the live broadcast room number. I am a video production major myself, and this video bears no trace of any processing whatsoever."
"Holy shit, is this really a human?"
"Newton: I already said Huaxia isn't managed by me, it's managed by my younger brother Niu B."
"System, I report, someone is cheating here, recommend a permanent ban!"
As for the massive reaction he had stirred up, Lin Fei couldn't even spare half a response.
He casually put away his phone, turning to look at Ji Yaoguang beside him, who was staring at her screen with furrowed brows.
Lin Fei stretched out a finger, wanting to smooth away her tightly knitted brows, but Ji Yaoguang gave a start and abruptly dodged away.
Lin Fei smiled faintly, not taking it to heart either: "What's making you unhappy?"
Ji Yaoguang sighed, smiling bitterly: "This Song Hao is angry. He won't return my messages, and he isn't taking my calls."
Lin Fei said dismissively: "Just a clown performing on a beam, so what if he's angry?"
Ji Yaoguang gave Lin Fei a complex look, shaking her head: "This matter isn't as simple as you think... Forget it, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."
Lin Fei smiled and asked: "Do you need my help?"
Ji Yaoguang shook her head, politely declining his offer.
She pondered inwardly that if the younger generation of the Ji Family and the Song Family couldn't talk terms, she would just let the older generation negotiate. In any case, the two families were also hereditary friends, their grandfather's generation had gone through thick and thin together, and coupled with all these years of friendship and commercial cooperation, it shouldn't be a problem.
Thinking along these lines, Ji Yaoguang's heart felt much more relaxed.
Very soon she brought this matter up to Ji Chongwei, and Ji Chongwei didn't hesitate overly much, readily agreeing and saying he would personally talk to Song Hao's father.
Ji Chongwei quickly dialed a new number, and once the call connected, he spoke with a smile: "Old Song, long time no see. I heard my little girl had some unpleasantness with your young master-you didn't take it to heart, did you?"
"Haha, you didn't take it to heart, that's good. Mm, since you've put it that way, I won't beat around the bush either. Take a look at that project we discussed previously-when can the contract be signed?"
On the other end of the phone, Song Qingyun sneered coldly, his face revealing mockery, yet he deliberately put on a difficult front: "Old Ji, it's not that I won't help you out with this matter. The Huaxia regional agency rights for this chip are in my unfilial son's hands, so I truly cannot meddle; my heart is willing, but my strength falls short."
"I think to untie a bell, one must needs rely on the person who tied it. Since the two children have a bit of misunderstanding and conflict, let them resolve it themselves. What do you think?"
The smile on Ji Chongwei's face gradually froze. Song Qingyun spoke in high-sounding phrases, but the implication behind his words was already crystal clear-if your daughter cannot show enough sincerity to satisfy my son, forget about everything else!
Ji Chongwei tried his utmost to suppress the anger in his heart, asking stiffly: "Old Song, what do you mean by this?"
Song Qingyun laughed heartily: "It doesn't mean anything. I think the sons and daughters of our two families have also reached the age of marriage. Wouldn't it be a wonderful affair to forge a double family tie and bind our houses in everlasting harmony?"
Ji Chongwei took a deep breath, saying in a deep voice: "Such matters cannot be forced."
Song Qingyun remained unmoved, narrowing his eyes slightly: "Then can matters of cooperation be forced?"
"You--" Ji Chongwei was cornered by a countermove and choked for a moment.
"Old Ji, I have a few things to attend to; we'll talk back later." Without waiting for him to react, Song Qingyun directly hung up the phone.
"Bang!" Ji Chongwei slammed a heavy palm down on the desk, sweeping everything on the study table tumbling to the floor, his expression exceptionally unsightly.
What bullshit friendship-before the face of profit, it was thinner than paper!
As the night grew deep, Rongcheng Shuangliu Airport.
Beneath the shroud of darkness, the airport neon lights flickered brightly, brilliant with illumination.
An international flight landed on the tarmac, and passengers descended one after another.
After stepping off the plane, a man with delicate and gentle features glanced at the exquisite Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist.
He gazed out at the night scenery of Rongcheng, took a deep breath of the chilling night wind, and intoxicatedly murmured: "Rongcheng, long time no reach."
Walking all the way to the airport entrance, facing the taxis soliciting passengers in the deep of night, the man instead stepped back a pace.
His demeanor was elegant, revealing a charming smile as he politely bowed to a strange woman: "Ladies first."
After the woman departed, the gentle man quietly waited for the next taxi.
His ten fingers were slender and powerful, delicate and fair, resembling those of a woman. Coupled with temple hair cascading down to his shoulders like a woman's, a small ponytail tied behind his head, and an unconstrainted long hooded cloak, he looked every bit like a living artist.
In truth, the man indeed fancied himself an artist.
An artist of slaughter.
His name was Zhang Wei, utterly unremarkable.
Yet mentioning his moniker was enough to make the entire underground forces of Asia tremble.
Nightmare.
"For Black Rose to be willing to fork out two million for this thorny target, I'll have to investigate it properly." Nightmare murmured softly in a whisper, two fingers twisting a strand of long temple hair.
The light flashing within his gaze was-
Called anticipation.