After my divorce at thirty, I developed an intelligence network.

Gong Yuelong walked out of the trading center, the sunlight blinding him.

He hadn't walked far when he saw Jiang Yan's black car parked quietly under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

Seeing him emerge, Jiang Yan rolled down the car window, a smile on her face: "I've been waiting for you for so long! Congratulations!"

Gong Yuelong walked to the car and bowed slightly: "President Jiang, thank you for your help during this time."

Jiang Yan waved her hand, her tone casual yet firm: "What are you thanking me for? I judge people and place bets, it's that simple. You've proven I wasn't wrong, and that's enough."

She paused, then added, "However, I could hear everything that was happening inside just now. Zheng Tao's face must be quite a sight to behold right now."

As soon as she finished speaking, the side door of the trading center was suddenly pushed open.

Zheng Tao rushed out with a livid face, his steps quick and heavy, almost jogging.

His father, Zheng Shu, followed behind, his steps relatively steady, but his face was frighteningly gloomy, clutching his phone as if he were suppressing something.

The two groups of people unexpectedly bumped into each other right next to the parking lot.

Zheng Tao abruptly stopped, his eyes instantly turning red as he stared intently at Gong Yuelong, then glanced at Jiang Yan in the car, his chest heaving violently.

New and old grudges, coupled with the immense humiliation of being publicly humiliated, were all pressing against him.

"Gong! Yue! Long!"

Zheng Tao forced out those three words through gritted teeth, "Great tactic! Absolutely fucking great tactic!"

Zheng Shu grabbed his son's arm, which was about to rush forward, with considerable force.

He first forced a very awkward smile at Jiang Yan in the car and nodded: "President Jiang is here too."

Jiang Yan leaned against the car window, her expression calm, and replied with only two words: "Old Zheng."

We've already made arrangements; not a penny more, not a penny less.

Zheng Shu then turned his gaze to Gong Yuelong, his voice filled with anger:

"Boss Gong, you put on a truly brilliant show today. You even kept me in the dark."

Gong Yuelong remained expressionless, meeting Zheng Shu's gaze: "Old Zheng, you flatter me. Open bidding, based on merit and the rules, there's no question of deception."

"That's what you said last time."

"Strength? Rules?" Zheng Tao finally couldn't hold back any longer and shook off his father's hand.

"You have absolutely no ability! You know perfectly well how you managed to put together your meager qualifications and achievements!"

And that price, so low, how can you guarantee the quality? You're just trying to get in first! This is breaking the rules, malicious competition!

"Xiao Tao!" Zheng Shu called out in a low voice, but this time the meaning of his obstruction was much weaker, more like tacitly allowing his son to speak.

Jiang Yan chuckled softly, "Young Master Zheng, the way you're talking makes it sound like you're a judge from the bidding office."

Whether it's compliant or not, whether we win the bid or not, doesn't seem to be up to you or me, does it? The results are already there, aren't they?

These words, though seemingly gentle, were actually barbed, directly refuting Zheng Tao's accusations and subtly implying that he was a sore loser.

Zheng Tao's face turned even redder from being choked, and he turned to Jiang Yan, his tone stiff:

"President Jiang, do you really have to get involved? What kind of spell has this guy cast on you to make you help him like this? Is it worth it?"

"Whether it's worth it or not is my business." Jiang Yan's smile faded, her eyes clear as she looked at Zheng Tao, then glanced at Zheng Shu.

"In business, I value foresight and integrity. Since I believe Boss Gong is capable, I have my reasons for helping him out."

"Young Master Zheng, today's lesson must have been quite expensive, right? In the future, when you're scheming against others, you'd better factor in the unforeseen circumstances."

These were quite blunt words, practically pointing fingers and saying that Zheng Tao was inferior and deserved his bad luck.

Zheng Shu's face darkened completely.

He could tolerate his son venting, but he couldn't tolerate Jiang Yan reprimanding him in front of everyone; it was like slapping him in the face as well.

"President Jiang," Zheng Shu's voice turned cold and hard.

"Young people are energetic, but they also have their shortcomings. We acknowledge this incident. But the waters of the High-tech Zone run very deep. There's still a long road ahead, and it's too early to say who will have the last laugh."

He said this to Jiang Yan, but his eyes were fixed on Gong Yuelong, the threat undisguised.

"Boss Gong has just climbed a step up, and it's not easy to stand firm in the face of strong winds. Some relationships need to be maintained, and some face needs to be given. Otherwise, he might not be so lucky next time."

He directly targeted Gong Yuelong's future path, implying that he would trip him up.

Gong Yuelong had been listening quietly, and finally spoke up, "I've taken note of Elder Zheng's reminder. The road is indeed long, and it's been walked step by step."

My good fortune was earned through solid plans and quotes. The same applies to the future. What needs to be maintained will be maintained, and the rules that must be followed will be followed. As for saving face…

He paused, then calmly looked back at Zheng Shu, "It was given to me by others, but more importantly, it was earned by myself."

This statement is neither humble nor arrogant. I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble either. I earn my living through my own abilities.

Zheng Shu stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a cold laugh:

"Good, that's ambitious. We'll see then."

Without saying another word, he pulled Zheng Tao forcefully, "Let's go!"

Zheng Tao was dragged along by his father. He glared at Gong Yuelong and Jiang Yan again, his eyes filled with resentment, before being pulled towards his family's car.

Watching the Zheng father and son angrily get into their car and drive away, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Gong Yuelong with a hint of appreciation in her eyes:

"That last sentence was quite right. However, Zheng Shu is petty and narrow-minded; this feud is now firmly established."

He might not be able to directly interfere with the new emperor on the surface, but what happens next... you need to be very careful.

Gong Yuelong nodded: "I understand. We'll deal with whatever comes our way." He looked at Jiang Yan and said earnestly, "President Jiang, I'm sorry to have troubled you again today."

Jiang Yan smiled faintly again: "Trouble? I'd love more trouble like this. It's quite satisfying to see some people get their comeuppance."

Jiang Yan raised her chin at Gong Yuelong:

"What are you doing standing there in the sun? Get in the car."

Gong Yuelong was stunned for a moment.

"Today's events deserve a drink. In this sweltering heat, you have to celebrate when you win; holding it in will only make you feel hot and bothered."

As she spoke, she laughed first, a hearty laugh, "I know a place that's quiet, has good food, and all-you-can-eat ice-cold beer."

Gong Yuelong looked at the bright smile in her eyes and her waist.

Without further hesitation, he bent down and got into the car.

As soon as the car door closed, the cool air from the air conditioner enveloped me, dispelling the heat outside.

Jiang Yan started the car and drove away from the trading center.

The car was driving smoothly, and she tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, clearly in a good mood.

"You didn't see Zheng Tao's face just now," she said with a smile.

"First it was red, then white, and finally that look in his eyes, it was like he wanted to devour you alive. That old guy Zheng Shu, he kept it up, he almost crushed his phone in his hand."

Gong Yuelong leaned back in his chair, gazing at the flowing street scene outside the window: "They won't just let it go like that."