After The Honest Person Was Discovered For Simultaneously Pursuing Three People - Chapter 73

Chapter 73: (Scene of Carnage 5) Don’t Make Me Lose my Patience…

According to Old Second Sun, Song Yucong booked a private room at the Blue Gold club, but he didn’t specify the room number. So, after Zhao Jingqun entered with his briefcase, he waited for a full half-hour before a manager finally came over.

“You must be Mr. Zhao? The Second Young Master sent me to take you to him.”

Zhao Jingqun was smiling. Even after standing in place for half an hour, his sharp features still held a casual, easygoing grin. At a glance, he seemed like a tall, good-natured young man. But if Old Second Sun were there, he would probably be shaking with fear. This was because the smile on Zhao Jingqun’s face was the exact same one he wore when he had pressed an unextinguished cigarette into a traitor’s eyeball.

“Oh, perfect.” Zhao Jingqun followed the manager with a cheerful smile to the private room door. Two bodyguards were waiting outside. As soon as they saw Zhao Jingqun, they began to frisk him without a word.

He allowed them to take his military-style Para2 folding knife. Zhao Jingqun remained silent and smiling, with only the faint veins on his forehead hinting at the violent rage and restraint hidden beneath his smiling face. A moment later, after finding no dangerous items other than a few documents, the bodyguards pushed the door open.

The dim light and the bell-like laughter of women poured out. Several scantily clad women and men were gathered around the sofa, but they were merely kneeling or sitting at the edges, surrounding the main seat without daring to get closer. The man in that main seat was handsome, but his face was completely cold.

Hearing the commotion at the door, Song Yucong took a gulp of his wine, his cold, scornful gaze fixed on the man who had just entered like a nail.

The newcomer sat down without a hint of politeness, crossed his legs, and chuckled, “Second Young Master, how have you been? Since that last misunderstanding, I haven’t had a chance to properly catch up and apologize. But looking at you today, the bruises on your face are completely healed. I’m truly, truly ashamed. Next, next time, I’ll be sure to come to your door to apologize.”

“Oh, by the way, I call Director Song ‘Uncle,’ so by seniority, Second Young Master, you should be calling me ‘Brother Zhao.'”

This shameless bastard dared to bring up the last incident? And even dared to ask him to call him “Brother”?! Song Yucong’s face instantly turned black. The anger in his eyes was almost solid as he stood up with a “whoosh,” pointing at Zhao Jingqun’s smiling face and cursing, “Is this the f*cking attitude you take when you want a favor?! Zhao Jingqun, don’t make me lose my patience.”

The smile on Zhao Jingqun’s face also slowly vanished. His gaze toward Song Yucong was now purely one of scrutiny with a subtle hint of jealousy. He said coldly, “Did I say I was asking you for a favor? The message I sent was for an equal exchange. Song Yucong, it’s you who shouldn’t lose your patience.”

Song Yucong’s rage flared. His malicious and vicious glare seemed to want to tear Zhao Jingqun to pieces. The latter, however, remained as steady as a mountain, and even leisurely lit a cigarette.

After a moment, Zhao Jingqun exhaled a cold puff of smoke and scoffed, “I don’t feel like wasting words on you. I know your position in the Song family, and I know you want to overshadow your brother and inherit the family business. Let me be frank. You must know my background, and I, Zhao Jingqun, can mobilize all my current resources to help you gain power, as long as you give me what I want.”

Song Yucong narrowed his eyes. “Your resources are valuable in other regions, and you aren’t the head of the Zhao family right now. Why should I believe you?”

With a loud “slap,” Zhao Jingqun slammed several documents onto the table, making the glass tabletop vibrate. He gave a cold smile and said, “These are four applications for the X Group’s industrial projects to enter Hai City, including several properties under my name that are related to the Song Group. I will be developing in the coastal areas for the next few years. If we cooperate, this will be hugely beneficial to you. As for whether I am the head of the Zhao family, that’s not important. The most important things are here: two share transfer agreements from major shareholders of the Song Group. If you don’t believe me, you can check them yourself. With the shares of these two people, will you, Second Young Master Song, still have trouble finding a place in the group? It’s just that the transferee on these agreements is currently my name.”

Seeing the hesitation flash in Song Yucong’s eyes, Zhao Jingqun knew he was hooked. Sure enough, as Song Yucong flipped through the documents, the extremely unpleasant look on his face turned to one of surprise. “You actually have the shares of those two old foxes…”

The Song Group was originally surnamed Wu. The vast business empire spanned across Hai City. After Song Yucong’s maternal grandfather died, he only left him a huge sum of priceless wealth but no shares in the group, instead leaving them to his mother, Wu Yue. Song Yucong couldn’t guess his grandfather’s intentions at the time, which were likely for him to live a simple and happy life.

But living in a family full of power struggles, wanting a simple, happy life was a pipe dream. Later, Wu Yue transferred all her shares to Song Rongguo without hesitation, giving him a fifty-one percent controlling stake in the Wu business empire and successfully changing the name from Wu to Song. The remaining shares were then divided up by the former founding members of the Wu Group.

Song Heng only had three percent of the shares, but the shares in these two transfer agreements actually totaled five percent. The transferors were none other than the former Wu Group founders. These people were as cunning as foxes, and to pry this piece of fat from them must have come at a bloody cost. Coupled with the other various project documents beneficial to Song Yucong, this show of sincerity was truly immense.

“As the saying goes, ‘money makes the world go round,'” Zhao Jingqun said with a mocking laugh. “If it doesn’t, it just means not enough money has been offered. What do you think, Second Young Master Song? Are these things enough to earn your trust?”

Song Yucong put down the agreements and said gloomily, “What do you want?”

Zhao Jingqun took out another document, this one hidden in the innermost layer of his briefcase. As he pulled it out, his cold eyebrows instantly softened and became heavy. Unlike his previous rough, casual movements, he carefully opened the document protector and placed it on the table.

“…I have a relative who is sick and needs a bone marrow transplant. You’ve donated bone marrow before and are a perfect match. Therefore, I need you to provide him with bone marrow, and I will help you establish a foothold in the Song family.”

At the words ‘bone marrow’ and ‘transplant,’ Song Yucong immediately thought of Tao Ning. He had actually received the test results from before, but he hadn’t found the right opportunity to tell Tao Ning.

His heart rate suddenly quickened. Song Yucong quickly picked up the document, and when he saw the patient’s name, his eyes trembled. The patient’s name was indeed “Tao Ning”!

Clearly, Zhao Jingqun had no intention of hiding this matter. He even secretly watched Song Yucong’s expression as he held the document. Seeing Song Yucong’s undisguised panic and worry, the dark jealousy and suspicion in Zhao Jingqun’s heart surged. After learning that Tao Ning had aplastic anemia, Zhao Jingqun immediately went to test his own bone marrow, but unfortunately, it was not a match for Tao Ning.

Director Wang told him that only Song Yucong could be a match. Why?

Zhao Jingqun found it absurd. Song Yucong asked why he should trust him, and Zhao Jingqun wanted to ask, why could Song Yucong’s bone marrow match Tao Ning, but not his own?

Just the thought of Song Yucong’s bone marrow entering Tao Ning’s veins, forever entangling the two of them, made Zhao Jingqun so jealous he wanted to take the confiscated Para2 folding knife and slice Song Yucong’s throat.

He extinguished his cigarette with his bare hand, then gave a dark, unreadable smile. “Have you decided, Second Young Master Song?”

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