"They’re going too? That’s really great."
Chen Cang exclaid with delight, smiling cheekily, "A car can’t fit so many people, let alone the luggage of four girls. But my family has a big bus, which is enough for all of us to use."
"You ntioning your family owning luxury cars doesn’t surprise one bit, but how did you end up with a big bus? You’re not running a transport service, are you?"
Tang Ming looked at Chen Cang in astonishnt.
"When I was selling off Chen Group’s assets, I sold almost everything I could except for a commuter bus used by the employees. That thing wouldn’t fetch much money, so I just left it in the garage. But I can’t drive that kind of big vehicle."
Chen Cang sighed dejectedly, heart bleeding at the thought of how he had bankrupted the thriving Chen Group.
"This solves our transportation issue then. You can’t drive it, but I can,"
Tang Ming slapped his thigh; he was skilled with various machines during his ti in North Africa and a bus posed no difficulty for him.
"So it turns out not selling that old bus was quite visionary of after all," Chen Cang grinned broadly.
"Indeed, it was very far-sighted of you. Go make the arrangents,"
Tang Ming nodded, instructing, "Try to resolve Qin Zhuang’s issue before we head to Wubei City, otherwise leaving him in Songlan City makes uneasy."
"Okay, I’ll hurry back and push for it."
Chen Cang stood up, glanced upstairs, "Should I say hello to the three sisters before I go back?"
"No males allowed on the third floor," Tang Ming glanced at Chen Cang, reminding him.
"How annoying, where do you get that I’m male? I’m absolutely a pure woman,"
Chen Cang pouted coquettishly, batting his eyes seductively at Tang Ming.
"Get out of here now."
Seeing Chen Cang adopting such an effeminate posture again, Tang Ming glared and bellowed.
"Right, right, business first," Chen Cang shrank his neck and hurried outside.
"This guy is getting more and more feminine,"
Watching Chen Cang’s "flirtatious" retreat, Tang Ming looked gloomy, thinking he must quickly modify the Yin Yang Holy thod Chen Cang was practicing, otherwise if he completely turned into a woman, he would definitely start hitting on him, and that would be disgusting.
Three days later in the morning, at the Chen family’s villa’s living room, Qin Zhuang cautiously placed a fragrant and visually appealing fruit cake on the coffee table.
"Is this what you called a ’bomb cake’?"
A very stylishly dressed wealthy handso man curiously looked at the cake on the table, asking Chen Cang uncertainly.
"Lord Chen, who is he? Why did you let him in on our secret?"
Qin Zhuang stared at the stylish man warily.
"He’s my friend, and also Tang Ming’s enemy. The explosives you used were provided by him."
Chen Cang introduced briefly, then looked at the cake and comnted, "Are you sure this is a bomb? It looks even more delicious than the ones from the cake shops."
"Indeed, indeed, my Gao family has been in the arms business for generations, and we’ve never seen anyone make a bomb look so appetizing."
Gao Fushuai knew that Qin Zhuang was a martial master and did not mind her disdain as he curiously examined the cake.
"You arms dealers are just so yokels who have never seen the world, can’t make it to the big stage."
Qin Zhuang scoffed disdainfully, proudly proclaiming, "In our organization, the ’Thunderbolt Fire’ is a true expert of super explosions. He doesn’t even need to carry explosives to create blasts of various forms on demand—now that’s a real master."
"Sounds aweso, I definitely have to et him soti."
Gao Fushuai said with a look of admiration.
"We’ll discuss other matters later. Right now, I just want to know how exactly does this thing work?"
Chen Cang looked at Qin Zhuang anxiously, reminding her, "Although I can arrange a eting with Tang Ming, his vigilance is extrely high. If you don’t eat the cake, I doubt he will either. But if you do eat it, won’t you blow yourself up?"
"I’ve certainly considered that issue."
Qin Zhuang grinned proudly, pointing to a piece of dragon fruit on the cake, "Actually, only half of this cake is a bomb, the other half is real, delicious cake, and this piece of dragon fruit is on the safe half."
"So that’s it. I was wondering why the cake looked so harmonious, except for the dragon fruit and strawberries being asymtrical. There’s a deeper aning indeed."
Chen Cang suddenly realized, satisfied, "If that’s the case, I’ll arrange to et with Tang Ming at Liu Group now, and have soone ambush nearby. As long as you blow up Tang Ming and escape quickly, I believe those two bodyguards will definitely go after you. Then we’ll launch a full attack on Liu Building and surely complete the mission."
"Why attack, what’s the reason for this assault on Liu Building?"
Gao Fushuai looked puzzledly at Chen Cang and Qin Zhuang.
"Don’t ask what you shouldn’t. Having you witness Tang Ming’s demise is already risky. If you know too much, you won’t be far from death,"
Chen Cang warned ostentatiously.
"Fine then." Gao Fushuai pouted. Though reluctant to admit, the current Chen Cang, who not only had transford into an androgynous figure but could also command martial masters and a team of well-trained mysterious people, had indeed evolved far beyond the profligate young master he once was.
Later, Chen Cang invited Tang Ming to Liu Building claiming to have discovered a very delicious custom-made cake shop, wanting Tang Ming to try it out.
Qin Zhuang, wearing headphones, sat in the reception area of the first floor of Liu Group, waiting. Before long, Tang Ming, hands in pockets, strolled in leisurely.
"So you’re the manager of that cake shop Chen Cang ntioned?"
Upon approaching, Tang Ming lazily eyed Qin Zhuang.
"Yes, yes. Originally, we planned to discuss with Mr. Chen about our company’s products entering a partnership with Jun Tianhao Hotel. But Mr. Chen ntioned that you are the real owner of Jun Tianhao Hotel, and only if you find it delicious can our products be introduced there."
Qin Zhuang promptly stood up, introducing everything respectfully to Tang Ming.
"Heh, indeed, that isn’t sothing Chen Cang could decide."
Tang Ming said lightly, sitting cross-legged, "As long as your product really tastes good, I will surely have Jun Tianhao Hotel collaborate with you."
"Don’t worry, our products are guaranteed to be delicious, with complete flavor, and you won’t find another like it in all of Songlan City."
Qin Zhuang hurriedly opened the cake box on the table, revealing the beautifully made cake.
"Hmm! It does look quite nice," Tang Ming glanced at the cake and couldn’t help but admire it aloud.
"Certainly,"
Qin Zhuang smiled proudly, just about to speak when the headphones on her ear rang.
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