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

"You bring Feng Baobao over here right now to keep things under control! Otherwise, this mediation meeting can't even begin!"

After hearing these words, Zhang Chulan's face completely fell.

He hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Tianyi with a resentful expression.

"Master, did you already guess that Chairman Zhao would ask me to be a laborer?"

"Is there even a need to guess?"

Zhang Tianyi stood up, patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"My grandson, it's a good thing for young people to take on more responsibility. That's called workplace experience."

"Go and have a go at those two old foxes, consider it a mental workout. I'm going back to the mountains to enjoy my retirement. Goodbye!"

After saying that, Zhang Tianyi turned around without looking back.

"Girl, grab your luggage, let's go home."

“Yes, Master.” Chen Duo followed obediently behind.

Zhang Chulan was left alone in the living room, watching their dashing figures as they left, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.

"Damn capitalists..."

……

An hour later, at the headquarters of NaDuTong, in the top-floor conference room.

The air pressure inside the room was frighteningly low.

On the left side of the long conference table sat Wang Ai, his face ashen, and several core members of the Wang family.

On the right are Feng Zhenghao, who is beaming and dressed in a sharp suit, and Feng Xingtong.

Zhao Fangxu sat in the main seat, holding a thermos, a fake smile on his chubby face, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"boom."

The conference room door was pushed open.

Zhang Chulan walked in with a long face, followed by Feng Baobao, who had no expression on her face.

"Oh! Chu Lan is here! Please, have a seat!"

Zhao Fangxu felt like he had seen a savior and quickly pointed to the empty seat next to him.

When Wang Ai saw Zhang Chulan, his wrinkled old face twitched twice, he snorted coldly, and turned his head to the side.

Feng Zhenghao's eyes lit up, and he greeted her warmly, "Chu Lan, thank you for making this trip."

Zhang Chulan pulled out a chair, sat down, and lazily yawned:

"Gentlemen, I heard you've been having quite a fight these past few days? You've even almost beaten the brains out of the dogs on the street."

"Don't you understand the principle that harmony brings wealth?"

Zhang Chulan's arrogant and unruly attitude, as if he were a big shot, infuriated the Wang family members.

But because of his powerful father, no one dared to cause trouble.

Chapter 300 A Temporary Handshake and Peace

Wang Ai was immediately displeased when she saw that the boy was acting like a street thug.

He slammed his cane into the ground, his tone full of contempt:

"Chairman Zhao, your company's rules are getting more and more interesting. When did it become the turn of a greenhorn to sit at our negotiating table, where we're all top executives?"

Wang Ai's sharp eyes were fixed on Zhang Chulan:

"What? The Celestial Master's Mansion is out of staff now, so they've sent a kid to teach us how to do things?"

Faced with this arrogant and condescending attitude, Zhao Fangxu was about to try and smooth things over by saying something.

Zhang Chulan made the first move.

Instead of getting angry, he grinned.

"Old Master Wang, what you're saying..."

Zhang Chulan smiled as he slowly reached his hand towards his lower back.

"Shh!"

He pulled out an exaggeratedly shaped watermelon knife.

"when!!!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Chulan slammed the knife onto the conference table!

The blade trembled, and an extremely domineering burst of thunderous energy instantly spread throughout the hall.

"Zhang Chulan! What are you doing?!" Wang Bing's father, Wang Gang, was clearly startled by Zhang Chulan's outrageous behavior, his expression filled with shock and anger.

He was about to get up when Wang Ai stopped him.

The conference room fell into a deathly silence.

All that remained was the sound of Feng Baobao crunching on potato chips.

Zhang Chulan placed his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Wang Ai:

"Old Wang, the seat was given by Chairman Zhao, and the knife was given by the advisor."

He took out his phone, waved it in his hand, and spoke with utmost sincerity:

"If you think it's inappropriate for me to be sitting here, that's fine! I'll make a video call to my advisor right away."

"He should have just woken up. Why don't you talk to him on video yourself?"

Hearing Zhang Chulan mention the advisor, and then looking at the murder weapon on the table...

Wang Ai's teeth were practically grinding to powder, but he managed to suppress his anger.

Should we talk to that person about rules?

Do you want to die?!

"Hmph!" Wang Ai turned her head to the side with a dark face, which was a tacit admission of Zhang Chulan's existence.

"That's right, harmony brings wealth."

Zhang Chulan knew when to stop, and with a grin, he put the watermelon knife back in his hand.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's get down to business."

Feng Zhenghao pushed up his glasses, pulled a thick agreement from the folder in front of him, and slid it down the table to Wang Ai.

"Old Wang, the merger and acquisition plan proposed by the World Society is written out in detail in every clause."

We'll clean up the mess left by Jin Chan Ge, and we'll also transfer those logistics lines in the capital and surrounding areas to us.

This is good for everyone. Where would you like to sign?

Wang Ai stared at the agreement and sneered.

"Feng Zhenghao, you certainly have quite an appetite."

To everyone's surprise, Wang Ai did not fly into a rage as before, but instead readily took out a pen from her pocket.

"Fine! Since you have the Celestial Master's Mansion backing you up, I'll admit defeat. The Wang family will concede the logistics line and those trading posts!"

The World Society is now militarily strong and well-equipped; it is not advisable to confront them head-on.

As Wang Ai signed the document, she looked up, a hidden malice flashing in her eyes:

"However, since you're taking over the logistics line, the Tianxia Society will also have to absorb the overseas shipping debts under your name, as well as the accounts with several foreign organizations!"

"You think you're so capable? I'd like to see how your Feng family tries to reason with those people!"

Wang Ai's move of feigning retreat to advance was undeniably cunning.

On the surface, they cut off the meat, but in reality, they wrapped arsenic inside.

Those messy accounts are impossible to sort out. Once the Tianxia Society takes over, it will immediately face endless external threats.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhenghao paused for a moment in mid-air, his hand holding the pen still.

He's a top-notch businessman; how could he not see that this was a poisoned trap?

But Feng Zhenghao's greed and ambition prevailed at this moment.

He subtly turned his head and glanced at Zhang Chulan sitting next to him.

Feng Zhenghao's calculations were shrewd: So what if there are bad debts? So what if there are foreign forces?

If I swallow this piece of meat, and someone really comes looking for trouble, I'll just push Zhang Chulan out.

This is an attempt to completely tie Zhang Tianyi to the World Society's war chariot!

It looked like Feng Zhenghao was about to nod and sign the agreement.

"Snapped."

A hand suddenly reached out and pressed down on the document.

Zhang Chulan leaned back lazily in his chair, his eyes sweeping back and forth between Wang Ai and Feng Zhenghao's faces.

"Hey gentlemen, are you staging a scene from 'Lurking' here?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled and tapped his fingers on the table.

"Uncle Feng, please don't look at me like that. It's giving me the creeps."

"My advisor made it very clear to me: you can play your games in the business world, he doesn't care. But if you try to use his name to mess around..."

Zhang Chulan grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Then my advisor will probably come and twist our heads off first."

Feng Zhenghao was stunned, and cold sweat poured down his back in an instant.

He immediately realized that he had been too greedy in his move and had almost crossed that man's line.

Zhang Chulan turned his head and looked at Wang Ai, whose face was gloomy:

"Grandpa Wang, please stop digging holes there."