Jiang Jinsang looked at Yun Hezhi; he was about to take the stage, so he shouldn’t waste ti here.
"Boss Yun, go change and prepare to go on stage. I’ll handle things here."
In the whole Beijing circle, among those with the surna Qi, there’s only one prominent family. He wanted to see who was out here causing trouble under the na of Qi Zeyan.
"You’ll handle it?" Yun Hezhi thought of Qi Zeyan when he heard them ntion Qi. He didn’t believe Qi Zeyan would do such a thing but thought the situation was complicated and feared it would implicate Jiang Jinsang, whose wife, Tang Wan, had just given birth, and he was quite busy.
"Are you worried I’ll show favoritism or don’t trust ?" Jiang Jinsang laughed.
"I didn’t an that."
"Then leave it to . You focus on your performance."
"Much appreciated."
The four people realized things weren’t going well. Aside from the one caught, the other three tried to escape amidst the chaos.
The security guards didn’t expect them to suddenly dump their responsibilities and run away. Caught off guard, they couldn’t grab them.
"Sir?" Jiang Jiu, being just one person, found it hard to catch four people in the chaotic backstage environnt.
"No worries, catching one is enough."
Jiang Jinsang pursed his lips and glanced at his cousin. "Are you alright? Didn’t I tell you to stay inside?"
"I..." With a fight occurring outside, how could she remain seated? "Cousin—"
Jiang Jinsang was obviously angry. She tugged at his clothes and began to act spoiled.
"You know I don’t fall for this."
"Isn’t admitting my mistake enough?"
"If sothing happened to you, if it weren’t for Boss Yun, how would I explain to uncle?"
"Thank you, Boss Yun." She thanked Yun Hezhi.
"Miss Fan, no need to be so polite. You ca to watch my performance, and didn’t expect such an incident. It should be us apologizing to you."
"Are there any empty rooms?" Jiang Jinsang wasn’t familiar with the backstage. He wanted to question them but couldn’t do so in front of so many people.
"We have one." The security said imdiately, "Can you use the guard room?"
"Lead the way."
...
Jiang Jinsang wanted to find out who behind these people dared to cause trouble under the Qi Family’s guise, so he asked his cousin to return to the front.
"Cousin, let co with you."
"Why would you co with ?"
"It’s just..." She lowered her voice, "What’s going on? Did Boss Yun steal Qi Ge’s girlfriend? Is Brother Qi dating?"
Jiang Jinsang sneered; even his cousin, who wasn’t from Beijing, seed to understand. If this blew up, who knows how the rumors would go.
If it escalates, not only could Yun Hezhi’s reputation be damaged, but the Qi family’s public image might also suffer, considering such disturbances could lead to involvent with the authorities, especially if Ruan ngxi was dragged into it...
If it successfully incites the Jing Family to intervene, the situation would be uncontrollable.
"Don’t listen to those nonsense remarks. How could your brother Qi do such a thing."
"Isn’t his mind consistently not working properly?"
"..."
Jiang Jinsang found himself speechless, blocked by his cousin’s words.
"The matter isn’t as it seems. Don’t spread anything outside when you go out." He instructed his cousin.
"I understand. I have my limits."
"Go to the front; don’t leak backstage happenings."
"Okay." She nodded in agreent and turned to head to the hall, still wondering what exactly was happening when she saw that the three people who tried to run had been captured.
A group of n dressed in black, perhaps not particularly muscular, looked formidable and made her heart race.
This aura was different from the Huo Family.
The Huo people, though fierce, exuded righteousness.
These people appeared to have both vitality and ferocity.
Yet, the man walking at the back was casually dressed, in white and black, with a graceful deanor and strikingly handso, sharply contrasting the group ahead.
His aura was formidable and noble, naturally commanding respect.
Upon seeing her, he gave her a second glance, raised his hand to summon them, and said sothing she couldn’t hear:
"Are you Miss Fan?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Our master asked to escort you to the front; please follow."
"Alright, thank you." She saw no malice from them, so didn’t alert Jiang Jinsang. When she returned to her seat, soone beside her told her that those who escorted her were from the Jing Family.
Jing Family?
Then the man walking at the back earlier might have been...
Jing Liuchuan?
He didn’t look scary; why is his reputation in Beijing so poor?
They say he dares to kill.
She didn’t believe it; in today’s law-abiding society, who would dare to take a life at will? But many rumors aren’t baseless, and when there are too many, people believe them to be true.
She thought he’d look fierce, maybe covered in tattoos, with a brutal appearance. But he turned out to be...
Quite good-looking.
She lowered her head, browsing photos taken backstage, admitting to herself that Beijing Opera is revered as the national quintessence for a reason. The craftsmanship of the costus was exquisite.
Yet, how could soone as tasteful and elegant as Boss Yun take soone else’s girlfriend? Especially Brother Qi’s?
As she continued her chaotic thoughts, over at the security room, it was as if the wind was wailing and the grass was rustling...
**
One of the troublemakers who was caught is about to go mad, what’s going on?
They all damn ran away, leaving him alone?
He looked at the man sitting in the chair drinking tea; the man’s skin was so pale and he was dressed in black. After taking a sip of tea, his lips were slightly reddened by the hot water, and his expression was bland and gentle, like a monster that could eat people.
He had never seen a man with such cold white skin, white enough not to look human.
After sipping his tea, he dialed a phone number and directly turned on the speaker. A male voice ca from the other end, "What do you want again? I’m in a eting."
"Shut up first!"
On the other side, Qi Zeyan was dumbfounded, what’s going on!
You damn call and tell to shut up, not letting speak!
But then Jiang Jinsang’s voice ca through the phone, "Tell , who is your boss? Who instructed you to cause trouble?"
"Qi... Zeyan?" The man was trembling, "Let go quickly, or my boss won’t let you off."
Qi Zeyan was baffled...
What the hell?
"Qi Zeyan? Are you sure?" Jiang Jinsang laughed.
"That man stole our boss’s woman, and the boss told us to co and deal with him—"
"Who the hell are you!" Qi Zeyan shouted angrily, almost wanting to climb through the phone line.
The man was stunned.
But Jiang Jinsang chuckled, "You keep saying you were sent by Qi Zeyan, yet you can’t recognize your boss’s voice?"
The man’s face turned as white as paper, utterly shocked.
Jiang Jinsang could tell these few people were street thugs, without any backbone; they would confess everything when pressured.
"Bo... Boss?"
"Who the hell are you? When did I tell you to cause trouble? Damn, this is really a ss! Jiang Xiaowu, hold these people down for ; send an address, I’ll head back to Beijing imdiately."
"What’s this? Bullying because I’m not in Beijing, flaunting my na to deceive others?"
"Damn, who gave you the guts to do this?"
The man who heard the na Jiang Xiaowu, although he hadn’t seen him, roughly guessed his identity, and his knees instantly turned weak...
"We really don’t know anything, soone gave us money, told us to deal with Yun Hezhi, and said their boss was Qi Zeyan, told us not to be afraid, just make a big trouble." The man quickly confessed everything.
Jiang Jinsang sneered slightly, this kind of thing has no technical content, but if successful, its power is significant.
"Zeyan, did you offend soone?"
"I do business, offend so many people. In the business world, even friends today might be enemies tomorrow.
Jiang Jinsang nodded, looking at the man in front of him, "You an, you’re just doing your job for money? Never seen Qi Zeyan?"
"Yes!"
"Can you find the person who contacted you?"
"We’re in contact through a single line."
"If that’s the case, how do I know you’re not lying?"
"I..."
The man’s companions had all run away, and now he really had no one to corroborate his claims.
At this mont, the door was pushed open, and three other people were kicked inside.
Jiang Jinsang glanced at the newcors, slightly raised an eyebrow, still had alerted this family.
Who exactly wants to harm Qi Zeyan?
"Fifth Lord, did you get anything out of them?" The man’s voice was exceptionally pleasant, with a hint of an old-style Beijing accent, very charming.
Jiang Jinsang roughly explained the situation to him.
"This is not the place to interrogate. If you’re willing, I can take them ho; no matter how tough their mouths are, we can always get sothing out of them, if there’s really nothing..."
"Then we’ll sink them in the pond to feed the fish. It’s spring now, it could serve as fish fertilizer."
The four in front of this man’s identity, were already terrified, looking pleadingly at Jiang Jinsang.
They don’t want to go to Chuanbei Family, they would really be thrown into the fish pond there.
After so intimidation, so turned in information, but they were indeed single-line contacted, still needed further investigation.
"Do you need my help?" The man looked at Jiang Jinsang, his dark eyes calm.
"I’m very grateful that Sixth Lord showed up, but I’ll handle the rest myself."
The four initially thought, once they explained, they might just be put into custody, unexpected Jing Family people backed out, spoke of causing a disturbance on their turf, still had to take them away.
"Sixth Lord Jing, you can’t break your word, can you? We’ve told you everything, shouldn’t you let us go now?"
But the man just laughed.
"Why would you think I’m soone to keep my word?"
Jiang Jinsang rubbed his fingers, this man is the Sixth Lord of Chuanbei Family — Jing Hanchuan, he loves sweets, and likes fishing.
Pretending to tease them, unexpectedly also has a black heart.
...
As Yun Hezhi perford on stage, Jiang Jinsang had already returned to his seat.
The old lady asked him where he had gone, arriving so late.
"Got lost backstage."
"You child."
Today’s opera, Jiang Jinsang didn’t pay much attention, as the Jing Family’s investigation was swift, imdiately sent back a piece of information to him, holding the program list in hand, his heart was conflicted...
How could it be this family? Expected, yet sowhat surprising.
Outside, the strong wind whipped the powdered snow, showing no sign of stopping.
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