Did he trick the young marshal into becoming sworn brothers and then go south to Huangpu Military Ac

Lin Qi spoke with tears in his eyes, every sentence for the greater good.

The first excuse was to directly link his personal marriage to the entire Southern military industry.

Are you still going to pressure me into marriage?

Forced marriage is like cutting off the South's military support.

The man gasped and extinguished his cigarette.

He never expected that Lin Qi was actually connected to such a vital underground supply line.

The lady was also shocked. Her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single word of persuasion.

The Song family cannot bear the blame for ruining the military industry in the south in order to marry off their sister.

However, Lin Qi's act was not over yet; this was only the first layer of physical obstruction.

He wants to use the most drastic measures. He wants to completely block this path from the political and moral high ground.

"Let's take a step back and say..."

Lin Qi didn't stop there, and immediately threw out the second layer of fatal logic.

"Even without overseas constraints, even if I were all alone, I would never dare to presume upon the Third Miss."

His eyes were red and his gaze was fixed on the gentleman.

"Throughout his life, he maintained a clean reputation and served the country and its people. Now, he has just overcome all opposition and handed over the power of life and death over the Ishii Arsenal to a younger generation, without even interfering with its financial management."

He gritted his teeth, as if every word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

"If I were to seize military and financial power one minute and then become your brother-in-law, the son-in-law of the Song family the next, what would those warlords of the Beiyang Army say? What would those veteran generals and elders in headquarters who have fought alongside you through thick and thin gossip about?"

The man was startled.

He hadn't really thought about this issue in depth before.

Lin Qi continued his relentless attack, ruthlessly exposing the darkest side of politics.

"They would say that the gentleman practiced nepotism, that he ostracized his old subordinates in order to turn the revolutionary military industry in the south into his family's private property, and they would curse him by pointing at his back."

Lin Qi suddenly patted his chest heavily.

"I would rather die alone and bear the infamy of being ungrateful than let the revolutionary ideals that you have accumulated over half a lifetime be tainted with even the slightest bit of nepotism."

boom!!!

It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in the restaurant.

The second layer of finishing move, a perfect ending.

We will not use parental orders as an excuse, nor will we use incompatibility as a pretext.

He directly used the excuse of preserving the leader's reputation and his selfless political fastidiousness to portray himself as a saint who would do anything for the greater good of the revolution.

The man was dumbfounded.

Looking at the young man standing before me, tall and straight, his face filled with grief and indignation, a storm raged within me.

He originally thought this was just a marriage alliance to win people over, but the young man in front of him thought more deeply and saw further than he did.

For the sake of his reputation and the stability of the South, he was willing to kick aside even the immense wealth that was right in front of him.

What loyalty! What noble character!

The man was so excited that he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Lin Qi's arm tightly with both hands.

"Takuyuki."

The man's voice choked with emotion, his eyes filled with gratitude: "I was too naive, I didn't think things through, I almost messed up a big deal, and I almost let you bear this kind of infamy."

He patted Lin Qi on the shoulder and sighed repeatedly.

"I'll remember your noble sentiments. Let's pretend today's matter never happened. From now on in Guangzhou, just go ahead and do your job. I won't stand for anyone who dares to touch you."

The lady stood aside, watching this scene, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She originally wanted to find a rich husband, but he not only refused, but refused with such righteous indignation.

She couldn't feel the slightest bit of anger; instead, she felt that the Song family had been disrespectful to this national hero.

"Takumi, you're a good boy."

The lady sighed, her face full of apology: "I was too hasty. You must keep the overseas line stable. If you encounter any difficulties, please don't hesitate to ask."

This banquet, which was originally intended to be a trap, has completely turned out to be something else entirely.

What was originally a forced marriage was turned into a melodramatic scene by Lin Qi, a show of loyalty and righteousness.

Behind the carved rosewood screen.

The third young lady leaned against the screen; the carpet was soft, but her toes were gripping the ground tightly.

She listened to the whole thing, without missing a single word.

The fingernails dug deep into the palm, drawing blood.

But she felt neither shame nor anger at being rejected to her face.

Instead, she trembled uncontrollably, a tremor caused by extreme excitement.

Through the extremely fine openwork gaps in the screen, I stared intently at the dignified figure standing in the center of the restaurant.

The third young lady grew up in an extremely complex political and business family.

She's so smart that she can see through most of the lies in the world at a glance.

She believed half of what he meant by overseas smuggling routes and fiancée, and was also skeptical of the other half.

But that's not important.

What's important is the methods this man just demonstrated.

His statement was watertight and meticulously planned.

First, he used material resources to control their lifeline, then he used political reputation to block their escape route, placing his second sister's husband and sister on a moral high ground, forcing them not only to refrain from demanding anything, but also to be grateful to him.

This kind of political cunning, this kind of ruthless and cold-blooded ability to push away even immense wealth that is within reach.

This is no PhD who runs a real business; he's clearly a ruthless tyrant in sheep's clothing, ready to devour people at any moment.

The third young lady's breathing became heavy, and the light in her eyes was like two burning flames.

She had seen too many men who fawned over the Song family's power; in her eyes, they were nothing more than playthings that could be discarded at any time.

But this one in front of me, this lone wolf who is not swayed by any force and is frighteningly calm.

He is the man who truly deserves her.

So what if I refuse to marry?

This, on the contrary, stirred up her almost pathological desire to conquer.

The more elusive something is, the rarer it is.

The banquet outside the screen ended hastily.

The gentleman and his wife had lost their appetite. Lin Qi's statement made them need to reassess the level of protection they should give to this military industry tycoon.

Lin Qi knew when to stop and bowed respectfully to take his leave.

Step out of the restaurant and cross the front yard.

Only after he was seated in the Ford sedan and the door closed did he lean heavily against the seat back.

I closed my eyes and exhaled a long breath of stale air that I had been holding in my chest for half the night.

This death warrant was finally torn off; this risky move turned out to be the right one.

"Please take me back to the arsenal."

Lin Qi gave instructions to the driver.

The car started, its headlights piercing the darkness.

On the dark balcony on the second floor.

The third young lady leaned against the cold stone railing, silently watching the black Ford drive out of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, turn into the dimly lit street, and finally disappear into the night.

The night wind made her skirt flutter, but she didn't feel cold at all.

Turn around and walk to the bedroom door that connects to the balcony.

An elderly man from the Song family, dressed in black, was waiting outside the door.

The third young lady took out a newly written telegram draft from her pocket and held it between her fingers.

Her eyes were cold and sharp, and she no longer possessed the gentle grace of a socialite.

"Send an urgent telegram immediately."

She handed the draft to an elder in the family, her voice extremely low, revealing a ruthless determination to achieve her goal.

"Contact all of the Song family's relatives and friends on the West Coast."

The middle-aged man opposite him bowed his head and took the telegram draft, not daring to ask a single question.

"I don't believe in smuggling networks or arranged marriages."

The third young lady sneered and crossed her arms: "Investigate. Dig up every detail of his activities overseas over the past few years. Including his so-called fiancée's family, expose them completely."

Every human being has flaws.

Every lie can be exposed.

The third young lady looked at the dark night sky, and the corners of her mouth curled up again with that determined smile.

This game has only just begun.