The bodyguard brought over an ashtray.
Zhong Xiaoye extinguished the cigar.
"Get up."
The young fellow hesitated sowhat theatrically, then slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees.
"Are you very afraid of the Fang Family?"
Upon hearing this, the young fellow, who hadn’t even stood up straight, almost wanted to kneel down again.
Afraid?
Of course afraid.
Otherwise, if it were an ordinary woman, how about trying?
But honestly, sotis the truth is best left unsaid, otherwise, wouldn’t that be boosting others’ morale while diminishing one’s own?
"Look."
There was a reason for making him stand up, and the young fellow obeyed the elder brother’s words and looked out the window.
"At this mont, many people are having a eting in the hall over there. The Fang Family should be there, and so should the Fourth Miss. Why aren’t we there?"
The young fellow’s heart raced, beating rapidly, and he didn’t dare speak at all.
"Because we’re commoners. Because we were born into poor families. That’s the simple reason."
Zhong Xiaoye said calmly: "No matter how hard we work, no matter how much success we achieve, no matter how much we contribute to the economic developnt, the people sitting in there will never look at us squarely. Because in their eyes, we are like slaves from ancient tis, with letters carved on our faces, that can’t be washed away or wiped clean."
The young fellow couldn’t help but clench his fists, his eyes trembling, revealing a fla of defiance.
"Why should they?"
"Indeed, why should they."
Zhong Xiaoye nodded, "Why do they get to enjoy everything effortlessly? Why are they born into a high position? Why can they freely trample on others’ dignity?"
If soone recorded these words and posted them online, oh well, Zhong Tingwang might beco a hero in the eyes of the netizens.
That’s why selectively quoting is frowned upon.
Unlike netizens who lack independent thinking and love to join the bandwagon, the young fellow quickly cald down after the brief excitent, starting to ponder the elder brother’s intentions.
Even though he thought the disadvantages outweighed the advantages, it was obvious that the elder brother’s mind was made up. Since the elder brother was determined to help him "seek justice," as the victim, was there any reason to argue further?
Nothing much left to say!
"Please give your orders, elder brother."
The young fellow’s eyes turned sinister, his face displaying a frightening ferocity, "Whatever you say, I’ll do it!"
"Fang Jun has already left, gone to Sichuan and Shu."
The gathered intelligence was quite substantial.
No wonder it was so fierce; it wasn’t all just impulsive.
With Fang Jun gone, the Fang Family probably wouldn’t care much about a naless woman.
The young fellow, filled with murderous intent, waited silently for his next move.
"Find that woman, and teach her a lesson."
"Yes!"
The young fellow turned decisively and quickly stepped outside, suddenly feeling even more agile.
The bodyguard opened the door.
Resolute for revenge, the young fellow stepped out.
Zhong Xiaoye never looked back, facing the window, his back exuded profoundness and calm grandeur.
Duke or general—are they born to those titles?
What about the poor’s children? Must they collide with these self-important so-called nobles?
The old tis have passed. In today’s era, it’s all about money, all about the dollar!
Within less than a kiloter of straight-line distance to the Kyoto Hotel.
The eting Zhong Tingwang referred to had just concluded.
Waiting journalists randomly selected their interview targets.
Actually, Zhong Xiaoye was slightly inaccurate in his statent; not all participants were nobles. Erging from the hall on the tall steps, Boss Jiang also made an appearance.
Like Zhong Xiaoye, Boss Jiang was also a true commoner, having no ties to nobility. Even tracing back eighteen generations might yield the sa result—there’s seemingly no Jiang emperor across the five thousand-year history.
Of course.
For Boss Jiang, this was also his first grand debut, present as an audience throughout, responsible for applause afterward. No connections—participating was what mattered.
Princess Cao was also there, but with so many attendees, they were not seated together. Descending the steps alone, Boss Jiang had no intention to linger, after all, surrounded by authoritative dia. Who knew when a cara might catch him?
It doesn’t always require daily presence.
"Miss He, it’s your first ti attending a eting in the capital, isn’t it? Would you mind sharing your real feelings with us?"
Representing both sides of the strait, the Fourth Miss from the He Family, attending a eting for the first ti, unsurprisingly was caught by the journalists.
Her exotic looks were captured by the cara, the grand hall as the background, making her the most captivating sight in the square.
It’s worth noting.
The lenses here did not have beauty filters.
True beauties have never needed filters.
Although it was also the first ti for soone like her, He Yihui had been in the family’s power center for a considerable ti, no longer the carefree and carefree Fourth Miss she once was.
Facing the nation’s lens, she remained calm and composed, displaying elegance and poise, articulating herself with ease, fully showcasing what it ant to be an heiress of a prestigious family with grace and style.
It turned out that the He Family didn’t only have the Second Miss He Junru, but also a younger, equally beautiful and wise Fourth Miss.
"Thank you, Miss He, for your praise and love for the inland and our Kyoto. As a representative of Haojiang, we would like to ask, in recent years, what breakthrough progress has Haojiang achieved in integrating into the national developnt frawork?"
"Haojiang’s destiny has always been closely tied to the motherland. Relying on the center, the platform, and the base assigned by the motherland, in the past eight months, Macau’s cross-border RMB settlent with the mainland increased by 47% year-on-year, with over 6,000 Haozi Enterprises registered in the deep cooperation zone. Especially in the field of traditional Chinese dicine and health, the Haojiang Pharmaceutical Supervision Bureau achieved mutual recognition of the first batch of nine Chinese dicine varieties with the mainland, truly sending ’Made in Haojiang’ into the pharmacies of the Gulf Area."
There’s an absolute difference between a true heiress and a re wealthy inheritor.
The reporter continued: "We noticed that the non-gambling industry revenue share of Haojiang has increased from 6.1% two years ago to today’s 22.3%. Where did the montum of this moderately diversified economic developnt co from?"
Even without a script and full of spontaneity, He Yihui remained unfazed, her abundant knowledge overshadowing her exceptional beauty for a mont.
"This is credited to the technology innovation corridor positioning bestowed by the motherland. The four national key laboratories in Haojiang have collaborated on 32 projects with Mainland research institutions. In aerospace, the No. 1 satellite co-developed with mainland partners was successfully launched at the end of last year. In finance, the motherland supported Haojiang in establishing an RMB clearing bank, and in the past few months of this year, offshore RMB bonds worth 28 billion have been issued, building a new cross-border financing channel for Portuguese-speaking countries."
Beside her.
A silhouette passing by happened to slow down, seemingly eavesdropping on this interview.
Unlike previous Haojiang representatives, this ti the Fourth Miss from the He Family was all about the motherland, expressing unprecedentedly straightforward support and endorsent for the two places’ community.
"Thank you for your answer. Finally, we would like to trouble Miss He to summarize in one sentence the future prospects of cooperation between Haojiang and the mainland."
"We will always rember the advice to rely on the motherland and connect with the world, leveraging Haojiang’s role as a hub, not only letting the ’Haojiang car’ drive into the Gulf Area but also leading ’Shen Zhou Road’ toward Portuguese-speaking countries, playing a new Chapter of Haojiang in constructing a new developnt pattern."
It’s not suitable to reminisce in front of the reporter; soone smiled faintly, didn’t disturb, and strode forward.
Soone passed by, and after the interview ended, He Yihui felt sothing and instinctively turned her head.
Then.
Her pupils contracted, then her supple lips, distinct from traditional Eastern beauty, involuntarily lifted into a soft curve.
The departing reporter, prepared to express gratitude and leave, caught this detail. Working in dia, reading expressions is a basic skill. The caraman instinctively moved the cara, sweeping from exotic He Yihui to the passing man.
On the hall’s square.
In the swaying footage.
A young man and woman brushed past each other, no words, just side profiles both with smiles, perfectly matching.
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