Chapter 28, she actually became the idol of a gangster's daughter?
"I, Long San, have been in the underworld for so many years, and no one has ever dared to touch my people."
"I protected Xie Xiaoyu, so if anyone should be punished, it should be me who does it."
"Mr. Yan, you've done something really good, acting first and informing me later. This is a slap in my face."
"Slap your face?" Yan Sheng interlaced his fingers, resting his elbows on his knees. "You bailed her out for this very reason. Don't tell me you can be outsmarted by a stupid woman like her."
"Tsk tsk, people really shouldn't be too smart."
Long San raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed it down on the table, stunning the bodyguards who were itching to make a move.
"But you have to give me a satisfactory explanation today, otherwise how am I supposed to face people if word gets out? Don't you think so?"
Long San stared intently at Yan Sheng, trying to find a trace of panic on his face, but Yan Sheng's dark eyes were like a still pool of water, showing no emotional fluctuation.
He couldn't help but admire him secretly, but Long San had been in the underworld for so many years, and he was no ordinary person either.
"I'll be blunt, you give me that piece of land in the east of the city."
The land in the east of the city is a prime location in the business district, and Yan's Group had long planned to develop a high-end commercial complex there.
Long San had also been coveting that land for a long time. This land was a good opportunity for his gang to expand, but he hadn't found a chance to make a move.
"They really know how to ask for an exorbitant amount." Yan Sheng frowned.
This one bite will directly determine whose name the real estate industry in City A will follow in the future.
“Likewise,” Long San stubbed out his cigarette, which was almost burning hot, on the table. “If Mr. Yan agrees, we’ll keep to ourselves from now on.”
The two locked eyes, and sparks seemed to fly in the air as neither was willing to back down.
What if I say no?
"That's simple. I can't refuse Mr. Yan's request, but I can't guarantee the same for Miss Wen..."
Seeing Yan Sheng's suddenly sharp gaze, Long San smiled slyly.
He was determined to win this deal!
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Eastern suburbs.
A luxurious Chinese-style mansion covering an area of over 26,000 square meters.
A dark steel gray Dodge Hellcat sped along the long inner road.
After passing through several checkpoints, with the engine humming incessantly, the car finally stopped in front of the main house.
The one who got out of the driver's seat was the Wildlander.
He opened the passenger door and let Wen Hanyun out.
"Please wait a moment, both of you."
At the security office, two burly men in black stepped forward and thoroughly searched them from head to toe.
"Alright, sir, and this lady, please come in."
The two men respectfully stepped aside and opened the main gate of the house.
In the front hall, behind the tea table, sat an elderly man who looked to be in his late sixties on a mahogany sofa.
He was dressed in an expensive Tang suit, a smile on his face, and a dragon-headed cane resting against his knee.
Beside him, a young girl in a lake-blue cheongsam was pouring him tea.
Upon reaching the hall, Willand narrowed his steps, shielding Wen Hanyun behind him, and bowed slightly: "Old Buddha Qin."
This is Qin Long, the former leader of the Qin family and the head of the third branch of the family.
The surname "Long" in Long Laosan's name comes from the last part of his given name.
"Hehe, I've said it so many times, this is a society ruled by law now, just call me Old Qin."
The Buddha smiled and looked at him, "You little rascal, what brings you here today?"
His eyebrows and eyes were sharp as knives, and his cheekbones were full. Even when he relaxed his back and leaned back, one could still feel a subtle sense of pressure.
Willand stepped forward and replied respectfully:
"Old Qin, I do have a favor to ask today. I implore you to get someone out of Long San's place."
"If I'm not mistaken, you're referring to Yansheng?"
The Buddha paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup, but the smile in his eyes did not diminish. "Willand, you know me."
"I'm old now, and I've been retired for many years. I don't care about these conflicts anymore."
That being said, discerning people can tell how much is true and how much is false.
As soon as Long San got into trouble, someone from Buddha's side immediately reported it, and he was fully aware of every development. This was just an excuse to avoid helping.
“I’ve heard a lot about Long San’s ambitions,” the Buddha said slowly, taking a sip of tea. “But now that he’s powerful enough, if I were to interfere rashly, I would only give others something to criticize.”
"In the business world, it's all about ability. The Yan family has the ability to establish itself in the fiercely competitive City A and climb to its current position. That kid from the Yan family must have his own abilities."
"He might not be unable to withstand this little storm."
Willand was about to speak again when Wen Hanyun gently tugged at his sleeve from behind.
She knew that Old Master Qin's mind was made up, and that forcibly persuading her would only backfire.
As time ticked by, her ominous premonition grew clearer.
“Mr. Wieland, let’s go,” she said, her brow furrowed. “Assistant Lin should be arriving soon.”
The girl beside the Buddha looked up at the sound, saw Wen Hanyun, and was slightly surprised: "You...you were the one before!"
"Oh? You know each other?" The Buddha finally put down his teacup and narrowed his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't see this young lady just now. I don't know her name."
Although the Buddha spoke words of apology, his imposing manner remained unyielding.
Wen Hanyun was startled by the oppressive aura emanating from him.
She took a deep breath, stepped forward from behind Willand, and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Wen Hanyun."
The girl pouted and wrapped her arms around the old man's arm, acting coquettishly, "Grandpa, don't scare her."
She turned to look at Wen Hanyun, her expression delighted, "You're the beautiful lady who wore a butterfly mask and played the guitar at the Galaxy Theater two months ago?"
Wen Hanyun was taken aback, then nodded. "You are...?"
"Hahahaha," the old man slapped his thigh and laughed, "This is my little granddaughter, Qin Ling."
“She saw Ms. Wen’s performance online a while ago, and as soon as she returned to China, she kept pestering me to find her idol. You two really are destined to meet.”
Wen Hanyun coughed lightly, "Hello, Miss Qin Ling."
From this perspective, Qin Ling is a true heiress of a gangster family, and yet she has become an idol in the eyes of other heiresses?
"Sister Wen, you don't need to be so formal. Just call me A-Ling..." Qin Ling felt her cheeks burning and quickly served a cup of tea. "You're my idol."
She actually met her idol in person, and he was a million times more beautiful than in the videos!
She is simply the happiest person in the world!
After a brief chat, the two girls became acquainted, and Qin Ling felt an instant connection with her and wanted to show her around the Qin family's house.
"Sister Wen, why don't you stay at my house tonight?"
Seeing her warm demeanor, Wen Hanyun felt a surge of warmth in her heart, but she still had to decline, saying, "A-Ling, thank you, but I have urgent business to attend to and must leave immediately."
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