Zhao Tianyang waved his hand wearily, "Alright, it's settled then. I'll make the arrangements as soon as possible."

Zhao Shijie was filled with resentment, but faced with his father's imposing authority, he couldn't utter a single word.

He could only stomp his foot angrily, turn around and rush out of the study.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Zhao Shijie leaned against the door, gritting his teeth, his eyes burning with resentment and bitterness.

He dared not disobey his father.

To dispose of all the assets in such a short time is tantamount to cutting off one's own flesh and bleeding one's own blood!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became; the frustration in his chest felt like it was about to explode.

no!

We absolutely cannot let this go!

Zhao Shijie turned around abruptly, strode into the living room, and grabbed the phone.

He wants to gather all the core members of the Jiaxing Gang.

Immediately, right now!

...

Baiyan Dance Hall.

Jiaxing's most decadent and extravagant den of iniquity, a gathering place for all sorts of scoundrels.

Second floor, [Sunny Day] private room.

Amidst deafening music, Feng Sanyao, dressed in a flamboyant white suit,

With a cigar in his mouth, he was wildly twisting his obese body to the rhythm.

On the sofa, a dozen or so core members of the Jiaxing gang gathered in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones.

In the corner, Huang Pinyu glanced at Feng Sanyao with disgust, looking down on this vulgar fellow from the bottom of his heart.

He turned to look at Li Bingyang beside him and asked in a low voice, "Old Li, what's the matter that Brother Jie called us here so late?"

"How would I know?" Li Bingyang exhaled a smoke ring and gestured with his chin towards Feng Sanyao.

"You'll have to ask him. Doesn't he always follow Brother Jie around?"

The music was extremely loud, but Feng Sanyao seemed to have super hearing, bouncing over as he approached, grinning broadly:

"What else could it be? It must be about sponsoring the 'Martial Arts Tournament'!"

He held up five fingers and waved them triumphantly.

"I heard that Brother Jie is planning to contribute 500,000 this time! So, how much are you guys planning to chip in?"

All you ever think about is money!

Li Bingyang cursed under his breath, turned his head away, and couldn't be bothered to pay him any more attention.