"Money laundering?"

When I heard what Su Jialiang said, I looked at him with complete bewilderment: "Mr. Liang, you've always been the one handling business matters. I know nothing about this, so I'm afraid I can't help you with this!"

"You've misunderstood. I wasn't talking about my money, I was talking about your money."

Su Jialiang laughed and said, "Didn't I tell you before that you have a 10% share in our business? After you go back, you can set up an art company! All our money comes from overseas companies. You just need to be a nominal shareholder. The agent will handle the shipping overseas. You just need to collect the payments."

I then understood what Su Jialiang meant: "Okay, I will deal with this matter as soon as I am done with this busy period."

Su Jialiang slightly pursed his lips: "Forget it, you don't know much about business matters, and you won't be able to handle this kind of thing well. I've already sent an agent to Shenyang to help you with the relevant matters. They are a professional management team. Once the process is completed, you just need to sign a document."

I knew that Su Jialiang was eager to form a bond with me after meeting Uncle Gen, so I thought for a moment and replied, "As for the signing, we can just ask Monkey. I've been busy lately, and my identity is rather special. If the business is under my name, it's bound to attract attention."

"Very well, this 10% share is yours. You can decide how to handle it."

Su Jialiang didn't take it to heart and changed the subject, saying, "Xiao Duan, I know there are some things I shouldn't say, but you and Song Laosan are both shareholders in the business, so I still want to know about the issues between you two. What do you think..."

“Master Liang, I understand what you mean. Don’t worry, the conflict between me and Song Laosan will absolutely not affect the business here. It can be resolved privately.”

I didn't want to ruin the mood I had just managed to compose myself: "As for the matter I asked you to do, please take it seriously as well."

Su Jialiang patted my arm: "Don't worry, I, Su Jialiang, am a man of my word."

...

Lately, I've been preparing to attend Mr. Leng's tea party, hoping to expand my network through this event.

At this point, there were still five days left before the tea party began. I had originally planned to finish dealing with Uncle Gen's matter and then stay in Luoyang for a few days. One reason was to enjoy the scenery and relax, and the other was to talk to Su Jialiang about my 10% share.

Now that I've decided to take revenge, the importance of money is self-evident.

Su Jialiang offered to help me set up an agency, and I gladly agreed.

His intentions were obvious: he gave me shares because he coveted my relationship with Duan Jinyan. Since Duan Jinyan had already abandoned me, I felt no guilt about using his fame to make money.

However, the appearance of Song Laosan made me completely lose interest in Luoyang, and I took a flight back to Beijing overnight.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye. Early that morning, I brought Monkey and waited outside Mr. Leng's house.

At exactly 8:30, three Hongqi H9 cars were parked on the street. Mr. Leng also came out through the open door. When he saw me on the street, he smiled and said, "Since you're here, why don't you go inside and wait?"

I now rely on Mr. Leng and keep a very low profile: "I came too early and was afraid of disturbing your rest."

"You're too kind."

Mr. Leng, with a wry smile, threw down a sentence and walked towards the car: "At this time last year, the people I brought to the tea party made a mistake and I missed out on a good deal. That thing wasn't worth much, but it made me lose face. This year, you're coming with me, so you have to make me proud."

"Mr. Leng, rest assured, I will do my best."

I followed behind Mr. Leng and tentatively asked, "As you know, Monkey is a good friend of mine and has a great interest in antiques. Do you think we could let him broaden his horizons at today's tea party?"

Mr. Leng got into the car and replied with a smile, "Of course, there are rules for tea parties. Each person can bring one attendant. I brought Lao Mao. Xiao Duan, remember, when you're with me, you're not my follower, but my friend."

When Mr. Leng said those words, a warm feeling immediately washed over me.

Actually, I know very well that no matter how polite Mr. Leng is, as long as I appear with him at the tea party, I will be playing the role of a follower.

Given his status and position, there would probably be more people across the country who wanted to be his lackeys than could fill a train car. The fact that Mr. Leng was willing to give me this way out is already a great consideration for my feelings.

Mr. Leng and I rode in the same car, chatting all the way, until we arrived at a manor-style hotel in Changping.

On the way here, Mr. Leng had already told me that they always choose this place for their tea parties. According to him, it is the private property of one of their chamber of commerce members. Mr. Leng didn't say much about the chamber of commerce, and I didn't ask about it either.

When we arrived at the manor, the courtyard was already full of luxury cars, and the people coming and going all looked like they were all very wealthy.

When these people saw Mr. Leng, they all bowed and scraped to greet him, their fawning expressions contrasting sharply with the antique pendants and top-of-the-line watches they wore.

The monkey followed beside me, watching Mr. Leng walk through the crowd like a star being fawned over, and muttered, "Young Master Duan, I just took a look, and Mr. Leng's car is the lowest class in the entire manor, but everyone treats him with utmost respect. What kind of background do you think he has?"

"You're asking me? Which father am I supposed to ask?!"

I curled my lip: "But Mr. Leng's background is indeed beyond our imagination. At his level, he no longer needs accessories like cars and watches to show off his status. He drives a Hongqi not because he can't afford a better car, but because he truly supports domestic products! The so-called 'hiding one's talents and keeping a low profile' refers to people like Mr. Leng."

The monkey looked at Mr. Leng with envy: "That's awesome! If I could live like Mr. Leng for even just one day, I would be content!"

I laughed and replied, "Stop dreaming. Look at all these people here. Aren't they all people of high status? To make them all bow down at the same time is not something that can be achieved by the efforts of just one person! Mr. Leng's background must be the accumulation of several generations, and they are the ones who have suffered and endured the cold!"

The monkey smacked its lips and pondered my words: "That's why we say you have to work hard in life. The saying 'one generation plants the trees, another enjoys the shade' perfectly describes this! Just like you, a year ago you didn't even know what the Four Gates were. Even though the Duan family has fallen into such a state, you can still rely on your family's accumulated wealth to befriend someone like Mr. Leng. I really can't imagine if you were given another ten or eight years to develop, would you still be the Duan Shenxing I know!"

We were walking along, whispering to each other, when Mr. Leng, who was in front of us, suddenly stopped.

A man of similar age to Mr. Leng, with an extraordinary air, stood on the steps, looking at him with a mocking expression: "Oh, so Young Master Liu is free today, here to learn some skills again?"

Mr. Leng, who had been all smiles, suddenly turned gloomy upon seeing the other person.