One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Zhang Tianyi stood up, straightened his loungewear, and his self-righteous arrogance practically overflowed the screen.

"Those blond-haired, green-eyed bastards, how dare they come to our capital to show off their power?"

"I've been asleep for over seventy years, and I've been worried about having nowhere to use my body and bones, and I've been worried about having no one to witness my skills!"

Zhang Tianyi looked down at Zhao Fangxu, waved his hand, and gave the order directly:

"Xiao Zhao, it's settled then!"

"I'm going to show these bumpkins what real power is! What a living god of China looks like!"

Hearing these words...

Zhao Fangxu's heart felt like it was on a roller coaster, soaring from the bottom to the top in an instant.

He understands this guy so well!

This guy will never miss any opportunity that allows him to "show off in front of others," to steal the spotlight, or to crush others under his feet!

"Alright! With your words, I can finally relax completely!"

Zhao Fangxu nodded excitedly.

"Don't worry! I'll personally handle this grandeur and scale! I'll arrange everything perfectly for you, making sure it's a spectacular and impressive affair!"

Having received a satisfactory answer, Zhao Fangxu didn't want to stay a second longer, fearing that Zhang Tianyi might change her mind.

He quickly picked up his briefcase and slipped away from Xishan Manor as if his feet were greased.

……

Leaving the manor gates.

Once inside the bulletproof Hongqi sedan, Zhao Fangxu let out a long sigh of relief.

"Drive back to headquarters."

He leaned back in his chair, unbuttoned his collar, and felt the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on his chest for the past few days vanish.

With Zhang Tianyi, this nuclear weapon, in charge of the international meeting, he, as the chairman, can finally sleep soundly.

buzzing.

As soon as the car entered the mountain road, Zhao Fangxu's cell phone vibrated again.

He took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID on the screen.

The smile on his lips vanished instantly, replaced by a look of helplessness and annoyance in his eyes.

Caller: Wang Ai.

Zhao Fangxu stared at the screen for a full five seconds before slowly pressing the answer button and putting the phone to his ear.

"Hey, Mr. Wang. What instructions do you need so early in the afternoon?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Ai's voice betrayed a barely suppressed anger:

"Zhao Fangxu! Don't give me that bureaucratic talk!"

"That brat Feng Zhenghao sent people to raid three of our logistics operations in Chaoyang District this morning! They injured more than a dozen members of the Wang family!"

"This is a serious public security incident that happened right under our noses! Are all your company's employees dead? Why didn't the police respond?!"

Wang Ai gritted her teeth on the phone and began to relentlessly slander Feng Zhenghao:

"Feng Zhenghao is trying to rebel! Today he dares to take over the Wang family's business, tomorrow will he dare to lead people to storm your headquarters building?!"

"Chairman Zhao! If you continue to turn a blind eye to this matter, I will join the other ten elders to convene a special impeachment meeting!"

Hearing the furious roar on the phone.

Zhao Fangxu moved the phone a little further away to avoid damaging his eardrums.

He leaned back in his seat, watching the trees rushing past the car window, his expression utterly calm.

It even carried a touch of leisurely enjoyment, like watching a play.

Zhao Fangxu now holds the ultimate get-out-of-jail-free card: the title of "Master Tian Shu".

No matter how fiercely you, Wang Ai, shout, can you out-shout that living ancestor?

"Oh dear, Mr. Wang, please calm down. Getting angry is bad for your liver at your age."

Zhao Fangxu began his masterful manipulation of power in the officialdom.

His tone was so sincere, so impeccable:

"I take the situation you raised very seriously!"

"But as you know, companies must adhere to procedural justice. This matter concerning the logistics scheme in Chaoyang District is very complicated to define."

"The materials submitted by Chairman Feng show that this is a normal commercial debt dispute. As the management organization of the supernatural world, it would be against the rules for our company to forcibly intervene in secular commercial mergers and acquisitions."

"What a load of rubbish! That's outright robbery!" Wang Ai roared into the phone.

"Yes, yes, I completely understand how you feel."

Zhao Fangxu continued to practice Tai Chi at a leisurely pace:

"Well then, Mr. Wang, I've already instructed the legal department and the investigation department to open a case. But this will take time to collect evidence, interview witnesses, and verify the flow of assets..."

"Please wait patiently. Once the process is complete, the company will definitely give you a fair and just answer!"

"Hello? Old Wang? Oh dear, the signal isn't very good in this mountainous area, hello?"

"Beep beep..."

Zhao Fangxu hung up the phone smoothly, then casually put it on silent mode and tossed it into his briefcase.

"Trying to pressure me? Go ahead and wait for your process to get going."

Zhao Fangxu closed his eyes and began to rest, feeling quite relaxed.

……

at the same time.

The Wang family mansion in Beijing.

In the spacious, gloomy study.

"boom!!!"

Wang Ai slammed the landline microphone in her hand onto the mahogany desk.

Fragments of the shattered plastic casing were scattered all over the ground.

"Zhao Fangxu! You traitorous, fat bastard!!"

Wang Ai was so angry that she trembled all over, gripping the edge of the table tightly with both hands.

"Going through procedures? Checking assets? This is clearly just bureaucratic jargon to fool me!"

He's determined to take sides, watching the World Society drain the Wang family dry!

The air in the study was extremely oppressive.

The Wang family servants who were standing in the corner were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the wall.

And on the large sofa in the study.

A young man with dyed yellow hair and a fierce look on his face was leaning there casually.

His feet were resting directly on the coffee table.

He was holding a sharp butterfly knife in his hand, turning it back and forth, the blade gleaming with a blinding cold light in the dim light.

During this period, Wang Bing felt extremely frustrated!

As the most favored only son of the Wang family, when had he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace since childhood?!

In front of all the heroes of the world, someone threw his car keys at him like he was a dog!

He couldn't swallow this insult!

"Grandpa."

Wang stopped flipping the butterfly knife in his hand.

"You're overthinking it. These people are shameless."

Wang Bing put his feet off the coffee table, stood up, and walked to Wang Ai's desk.

He braced his hands on the table and leaned closer to his great-grandfather, who was in a fit of anger.

“We really can’t afford to offend Zhang Tianyi right now. As for that fat Zhao Fangxu, he has official connections, so we can’t just turn against him directly.”

Wang Bing's smile was somewhat distorted.

"but."

"Who does Feng Zhenghao even think he is?!"

"He's just a nouveau riche who climbed up the social ladder by picking up the scraps left over from our Wang family!"

"Does he really think that just because he's latched onto the Celestial Master's Mansion, he can mess with our Wang family?"

A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Wang Bing's eyes.

He lowered his voice and offered a simple, blunt, yet deadly suggestion:

“Grandpa, since that old dog Feng Zhenghao has no sense of martial ethics, then we don’t need to be polite to him.”

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Bing sent the butterfly knife flying out again, its tip plunging fiercely into the table.

"Let's just target the Feng family directly!"

"Get that brat named Feng Xingtong, or that Feng Shayan..."

"Tie him up! Or cripple him!"

Wang Bing drew his sword and licked his dry lips with his tongue:

"I refuse to believe that with a knife to our children's throats, Feng Zhenghao will still have the mind to fight us!"

Chapter 223 Don't let family members be implicated! A barbecue party!