Name: My father is Zhao Dehan, and I hope he will become a dragon!

"Zhang Wei's son!"

Zhao Chongming glanced at Zhang Jiaxuan, whose face was ashen.

"Zhang Wei?" Zhao Dehan frowned. "Which Zhang Wei?"

"You really do have a short memory!" Zhao Chongming chuckled and slowly said, "It's that guy who had dinner with you last month—the one who was bowing and scraping and praising your noble character, don't you remember?"

Zhao Dehan began to ponder.

There are many people who say he is a man of noble character and integrity.

The key issue is that there are just too many people named Zhang Wei.

"It's the one in Jinghai Bay..."

Zhao Dehan remembered.

At the dinner that day, Zhang Wei stuffed two cases of Moutai into the trunk of his car, but he refused to accept them on the spot.

You think you can bribe me with just two bottles of wine?

Are you kidding me?

Who is Zhao Dehan?

Would Zhao Dehan easily give in if the money wasn't in place?

Later, this guy did give him a lot of money.

Then--

Inexplicably, he became Zhao Chongming's ex.

"What's the situation at the scene?" Zhao Dehan asked.

"He threatened to break my legs and force me to kneel down and kowtow."

Zhao Chongming chuckled: "You said you'd let me do whatever I want once I stepped out of that door. Dad, I'm so scared. I'm the only son in our family. Tell me, shouldn't I...?"

Zhao Dehan remained silent.

But Zhao Chongming could hear that his father's breathing had become heavier on the other end of the phone.

Three seconds later, Zhao Dehan only replied with one sentence:

"I understand. You wait."

The phone hangs up.

Golden Tripod Entertainment Club

Zhang Wei was drinking with two pretty girls.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Three words appeared on the screen: Zhao Dehan.

His hand trembled, and cigarette ash fell onto his pants, but he didn't bother to brush it off.

"Stop! Everyone stop!"

He shoved the woman beside him away abruptly, his voice trembling, "Mute it! Nobody's allowed to make a sound!"

He took a deep breath, answered the phone, and bent over almost to his knees.

"Director Zhao... Director Zhao, what brings you to call me? Is it about that matter from last time...?"

"Your son is amazing."

Zhao Dehan sneered, his voice as cold as ice coming through the receiver: "You threatened to break my son's legs? And make him kneel and kowtow?"

Zhang Wei's mind went blank for a moment, and his vision went black.

"What?! Jiaxuan...he dares?!"

His voice cracked: "Director Zhao, what, what exactly is going on?"

"What happened? I want to know too!" Zhao Dehan said coldly, "My son's leg is broken, what do you suggest we do?"

Zhang Wei was so frightened his legs went limp, and he jumped up and down on the spot: "Director Zhao, I swear, I didn't know! That beast... I'll break his legs when I get back!"

"I don't care about anything else. I'm just a lowly director, a mere insignificant section chief. My son is being threatened!" Zhao Dehan sighed. "What do you suggest we do?"

Zhang Wei was already covered in sweat.

Zhao Dehan holds the power to approve projects worth tens of billions of yuan, and a single sentence from him can determine the life or death of a real estate company.

The core of "petty officials with enormous corruption" lies in "positional power" rather than "administrative rank".

Although Zhao Dehan was only a section chief, he was in charge of the "purse strings" and "official documents," wielding more real power than many department-level officials. His authority included financial funds and the approval of major projects, and even deputy ministerial-level cadres would offer him cigarettes.

It's no exaggeration to say that Zhao Dehan only needed one sentence to kill Zhang Wei.

"I, I, I'll go myself!" Zhang Wei was almost in tears.

Zhao Dehan sneered, then said calmly, "Apologize to my son in front of everyone. Then take your son home and lock him up. Otherwise, I think you shouldn't be doing business anymore!"

"Yes! Yes! I'll go right away! I'll go right now!" Zhang Wei was sweating profusely, and he felt his crotch was soaked. He was so scared that he peed himself on the spot!

He hung up the phone, kicked over the coffee table, and yelled at his men, "Get the car ready! To the China World Trade Center! Now!!"

reception venue

Zhao Chongming hung up the phone.

He knew how much power his father wielded.

Zhang Jiaxuan told him to kneel down and crawl out; if he dared to utter a single word of dissent, it would be his death sentence.

Seeing Zhao Chongming hang up the phone, Su Yaoyao was still yelling, "Where's the security?! Where's the security?"

Several security guards came over.

Su Yaoyao immediately pointed her finger at Zhao Chongming: "Get this madman out of here! He insulted me and Jiaxuan, we have to call the police!"

Several security guards in black suits had just taken a step forward.

Zhao Chongming didn't even glance at them.

He simply stared at Zhang Jiaxuan, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Your dad's call should be coming soon."

Stop pretending to be a ghost!

Zhang Jiaxuan forced a smile, "My dad's busy, he doesn't have time for trash like you—"

Before he could finish speaking, his phone started vibrating wildly in his pocket.

Caller ID: Dad.

Zhang Jiaxuan's face turned pale. After hesitating for a moment, he answered the call anyway.

"Dad, I'm at the bar..."

"You spendthrift!" Zhang Wei roared, "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

Zhang Jiaxuan was stunned, then stammered, "I, I didn't do anything, I just, I just..."

Zhang Weizhi angrily retorted, "Did you get into a fight with someone?!"

Zhang Jiaxuan was stunned, then cautiously said, "It seems...it seems there was a conflict!"

"I'm telling you, this man is Zhao Dehan's son!" Zhang Wei said coldly. "Apologize to him right now!"

"Zhao, Zhao Dehan is, who is he?" Zhang Jiaxuan was dumbfounded. At this moment, even if he was stupid, he would know that Zhao Dehan was someone he could not afford to offend.

"Let me tell you this: his father's signature alone can prevent us from getting the floor area ratio for Jinghai Bay! The National Development and Reform Commission will kick us out of the new energy list! One word from him can leave our family with nothing. Why did you mess with his son?"

Zhang Jiaxuan was immediately covered in sweat.

"You even made him kneel down and threatened to break his legs! Who do you think you are?" Zhang Wei yelled. "Apologize! Apologize! I'm coming right now. If I get there and find that Zhao Chongming hasn't forgiven you yet, you'll see if I don't break your legs!"

beep...

The phone hangs up.

Zhang Jiaxuan was dumbfounded, then looked at Zhao Chongming who was standing right in front of him, and his expression immediately changed: "Young Master Zhao, it's me! I was blind to your greatness!"

"Let's not talk about that now!" Zhao Chongming looked at Zhang Jiaxuan with a smile. "Young Master Zhang, weren't you just planning to break both my legs? And make me kneel down and apologize? Look, about this matter..."

Zhang Jiaxuan's expression changed slightly: "It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding!" Zhao Chongming beckoned with his finger and said, "Stand over here!"

"I..." Zhang Jiaxuan felt extremely humiliated.

"Then I'm leaving!" Zhao Chongming smiled, turned around and left.

"No, no, no!" Zhang Jiaxuan, desperate, brought his face close to Zhao Chongming's: "Young Master Zhao, I apologize for my previous offense!"

Zhao Chongming laughed, and then slapped Zhang Jiaxuan hard across the face.

It only made Zhang Jiaxuan stumble.

Zhang Jiaxuan forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Young Master Zhao, are you...aren't you angry now?"

Seeing Zhang Jiaxuan's ingratiating manner, Zhao Chongming smiled.

in the country, money is nothing; power is invincible.

Dad!

Your current status is insufficient, and your power is even more insufficient. I, your son, still have to find a way to help you properly!