Chapter 457: Chapter 453: 453 Not Very Convenient

The four partners from Chaoge realized that the Zheng residence was unreliable, and had no choice but to head south to Zhengyang together, seeking a way out from Mou Miao.

Of course, they didn’t come just with their words, they said, the district was quite concerned about our partnership with General Mou, and if we could continue to cooperate, the detained Boiler Camel Motorcycles could be sent to Zhengyang, and the trucks could be driven away too.

Mou Miao was rather softhearted and felt that the previous partnerships had also been quite satisfactory—these four firms were personally approved by him, and those troublesome factories had all been removed by his hand.

He was considering relenting, but Liu Xiaoxuan absolutely refused, let’s not even mention those trivial things, if you are really sincere in negotiating, bring back the Highlander.

On the other end, they expressed their inability, “We can’t do that, a traffic accident has to be dealt with by the involved parties.”

Fine, General Mou wasn’t the party involved, but Xiao Meng was still injured—the key point was that the Xu Family wouldn’t accept the traffic police’s mediation and intended to sue Xiao Meng and the vehicle owner.

This excuse was just too absurd, Liu Xiaoxuan had spent time in Chaoge before, and knew the ways of the place, with such accidents, as long as someone made a call and threw some money around, the vehicle could be directly retrieved.

In essence, these four were worried that even if they managed to get the vehicle back, Mou Miao might still refuse to budge, ending up as a futile effort.

Playing such tricks at this time, Liu Xiaoxuan was also quite disappointed, what was the point of cooperating with such people?

In fact, these four firms had also realized, she cared about the vehicle, not the fifteen finished Boiler Camel Motorcycles—the motorcycle was President Feng’s, but the vehicle belonged to General Mou and his wife.

President Feng wasn’t short on money, but General Mou and his spouse were indeed rather stingy.

Even the district officials said, there’s no rush to return the vehicle, however, the Boiler Camel Motorcycles may be picked up by them sending a truck over.

This time, these four had come to block the entrance of Luohua Manor, to convey to Liu Xiaoxuan: we aren’t the responsible parties for the vehicle, but we could first transport over the three Boiler Camel Motorcycles from the hotel—there were originally five there, but two had been smashed by the Xu Family.

Liu Xiaoxuan bluntly declined: the motorcycles aren’t urgent, they are one of our pieces of evidence in suing the Xu brothers, are you in such a hurry to bring them over… to save them?

Her logic… wasn’t really flawed.

Seeing that she had rendered them speechless, Liu Xiaoxuan angrily stated: a new manufacturer, General Mou has almost found one, next up is discussing production issues, I seriously advise you all, don’t waste your time on this matter.

One of the collaborators finally couldn’t bear it anymore, “Don’t push us too far!”

Liu Xiaoxuan, too, was enraged, “I’ve even fled from Chaoge to Zhengyang, am I the one pushing too far?

In the midst of the argument, two more vehicles arrived outside, a Sagitar and a truck.

The young man driving the Sagitar was a bit overweight, he stopped at the gate, pulled out his mobile phone to make a call, “Da Pang, I’ve arrived, tell your people to open the gate.”

The gatekeeper recognized him, but rules can’t be broken, right? After speaking a few words into the intercom, he smiled and gestured, “President Dou, please.”

Liu Xiaoxuan glanced sideways at him, “You are… Dou Jiahui?”

Dou Jiahui knew Mou Miao too, and she had heard a lot about him from Mou Miao’s mouth.

Er Pang saw her standing inside the gate and knew she wasn’t a stranger, so he smiled and nodded, “Yes, may I ask who you are?”

“I’m Liu Xiaoxuan,” she extended her hand with a smile, “I’m currently with Mou Miao.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of you, heard of you,” Dou Jiahui also smiled, shaking her hand, “Mou Miao’s a lucky guy to find such a beautiful woman.”

“Are you kidding, Dou Ge?” Liu Xiaoxuan covered her mouth with a laugh, “I hear that you’ve been quite successful in Nanyue, both in wealth and love!”

“Lao Feng talks too much,” Dou Jiahui spoke earnestly, “Don’t believe him, Mou Miao is more trustworthy than him… Well, I’m here to deliver goods today, shall we chat later?”

He had just said he was leaving when two people walked over, grinning, “This friend, do you know President Feng?”@@novelbin@@

Dou Jiahui gave them a once-over and then looked towards Liu Xiaoxuan; he had seen the earlier commotion, “Who are these two?”

“Mou Miao’s partners from Chaoge,” Liu Xiaoxuan spoke as if it was nothing, “The partnership over there has been suspended now.”

“Oh,” Dou Jiahui nodded, then turned his head and said, “You should deal with the main guy, I’m just following President Feng these days.”

The one speaking was involved in engine assembly, named Wang Chao, his relationship with Mou Miao wasn’t better than the others, just a bit more tactful, he laughed and spoke, “The problem is, we can’t even see the main guy, President Dou, could you help us…”

“I won’t help with anything, don’t have that kind of relationship with you,” Dou Jiahui coldly interrupted him, “Making my brother unhappy means making me unhappy, move aside quick, or do you believe I’ll hit you?”

“Don’t cause trouble!” Wang Chao’s companion couldn’t bear it, he was already furious, “Hit me, do you think you can? What’s happened to Zhengyang these two years, any cats or dogs from out of town think they can come and bark twice?”

“Mother*****,” Dou Jiahui’s eyes instantly reddened, “What the hell are you saying?”

In the Dou family’s bloodline, there was a strange and inexplicable gene that could hardly bear humiliation, often resulting in “rage-induced killings.”

Liu Xiaoxuan was alarmed by what Mou Miao had told her about the Dou Family’s strangeness. Seeing the situation unfold, she exclaimed in shock, “President Dou, Brother Dou… give me some face, don’t start a fight.”

But the man was still oblivious to the danger. With a dismissive twist of his lips, he scoffed, “Ha, fight? With him?”

Chaoyang had brought eight men and three women, while the other party arrived in two cars, one large and one small, with a total of just four men.

Dou Jiahui was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed visibly. It took him a while to squeeze a few words through his clenched teeth, “Grandson, keep acting cocky for now.”

He was trying with all his might to suppress his fury.

At that moment, a car pulled up from inside the manor; it was Feng Jun coming out.

He wasn’t coming specifically to pick up Dou Jiahui. The two were too accustomed to each other, and there was no need for such politeness. He was there to receive the Yuan Family. Yuan Youwei had his summer break and kept insisting on coming over for a visit. Yuan Zihao was almost fully recovered and also wanted to see his young friend.

Feng Jun really didn’t want them to come, but he had told Yuan Youwei, “Only if you rank in the top three of your class can you come.” Yuan Youwei had retorted with a line—Failing at second place, and it’s still top three?

In fact, Yuan Youwei had finished second in his grade this year when entering middle school. Considering the school he attended, the prestige of this achievement could be said to rival Feng Jun’s past title of valedictorian at his own county’s top high school.

The most crucial point was that Yuan Zihao accompanied him. Elder Yuan had always wanted to personally thank the lifesaver. As an old man sensitive to cold, it was only during the warm summer that he was willing to go out and about.

Feng Jun had indeed saved Elder Yuan’s life, but he considered it a transaction where he had also received what he wanted, so neither owed the other anything.

Now that Elder Yuan was visiting him, he had to receive them with the traditional Huaxia custom of respecting the elderly and caring for the young… and the guests included both the old and the young.

Elder Yuan and his party had arrived the day before. Although he was just a retired Zhongyang committee member and was not in need of people to receive him, his accommodation had been arranged at the Funiu Grand Hotel.

Today he wanted to visit Luohua Manor, and he preferred not to cause a stir locally, but Mayor Zang still accompanied him throughout the visit.

For Mayor Zang, this was not just any retired provincial-level official; crucially, he was the senior Mount Tai of his party school classmate, who had just been promoted to a chief position. Such camaraderie between classmates was something to be treasured.

There were rumors that his classmate’s promotion to chief had been uncertain; at that time, his senior Mount Tai was near death, and no one was heeding him. Later… Mount Tai miraculously recovered, taking up his walking stick to argue—Are you assessing an official or the official’s father-in-law?

Of course they were assessing the official. After his father-in-law made a fuss, the man secured his position as a chief.

Mayor Zang was friends with his classmate, but he couldn’t ignore the classmate’s father-in-law either.

Two seven-seater business vans arrived one after another at the mountain gate. Seeing Feng Jun standing by the roadside, Yuan Zihao alighted from the car on his own initiative, “Feng, the national player, long time no see.”

He appeared frail, but his voice was loud, and his movements were brisk.

“I’m not worthy of the title ‘national player,'” Feng Jun responded with a smile. “It would have been better if you had just rested at home. Coming all the way here is a waste of energy. What if you catch a cold? I would become a sinner to the nation.”

Yuan Zihao glanced at him and said loudly, “You think you’re too good, don’t you? I can’t invite you, so I have to come see you myself, is that a problem?”

“I never thought I had any airs about me,” Feng Jun answered with a smile. “When it comes to inviting people, if you don’t bring a gun to the invitation, whether they accept or not is normal… Don’t you agree, Elder Yuan?”

He didn’t talk about not wanting to go to Beijing and the like. He simply clung to one logic—If you can’t invite me, it means I’m too arrogant. Why should someone be obliged to accept every invitation? That’s not fair.

What kind of man was Elder Yuan? He knew that capable people tend to be proud, especially the young and capable.

So he didn’t mind the indirect jabs in the conversation, just laughing it off, “That’s why I came.”

Mayor Zang watched coldly from the sidelines, clearly understanding that this young man was not easy to deal with. He had planned to follow into the manor, but upon seeing the scene, he decided it was better to leave, “Elder Yuan, you talk. I’ll be on my way.”

“Don’t leave,” said Elder Yuan, who hadn’t paid much attention to deputy mayors during his tenure, but now that he had retired, they became valuable, especially since one was also related by marriage to his second son-in-law. “Let’s go in and have a look together, it’s your jurisdiction after all.”

Mayor Zang looked at Feng Jun, and just at the wrong moment, President Feng also happened to look at him.

Elder Yuan beckoned them together and whispered, “Master, this is Mayor Zang, you must have heard about him. He’s your ‘parent official,’ so to speak.”

Feng Jun had a good impression of Mayor Zang—they had ridden on a plane together—so he nodded with a smile, “Welcome.”

He also thought that Mayor Zang probably didn’t want to make a fuss, and so he just greeted him normally.

Mayor Zang nodded back with a smile, knowing that the guy in front of him was a bit prickly. He casually asked, “Sorry for the intrusion. My people are coming in too, is that okay?”

Generally speaking, to the deputy mayors in Zhengyang City, a billionaire wasn’t really a big deal. It was just a casual question to show respect—the people with him were just his driver and secretary. Shouldn’t they follow their leader in?

But unfortunately, Feng Jun shook his head and answered with a smile, “That’s not very convenient.”

(Update complete, calling for June’s minimum monthly ticket.)