The girl's deanor was sharp and chilly, with piercing eyes.
Master Dong knew that this girl was Yang Jinrong's adopted daughter, Yang Xin'Er.
She was also the Little Zhuge of the Three-blade Hall.
Rumor had it that this Little Zhuge was astoundingly intelligent!
Originally, the Three-blade Hall was just a third-rate gang, but ever since Yang Jinrong brought back a half-frozen little girl on a snowy day, the fate of the Three-blade Hall changed.
In just a few years, the Three-blade Hall devoured the original forces of the old district and beca the dominant power here.
So, although Yang Jinrong was highly prestigious outside, he was incredibly humble in front of this adopted daughter of his, treating her like a deity he worshipped.
Because this Yang Xin'Er truly seed to be his good fortune!
However, perhaps because the girl was an orphan from a young age, her personality was sowhat eccentric.
"It seems today I can enjoy Hall Master Yang's hospitality and taste this free Thousand Mountain Jade Leaves." Master Dong burst into laughter and then took his seat.
This Thousand Mountain Jade Leaves, though costing eighty thousand per pot, was a sky-high price for ordinary people, but for these big shots, it was like pocket change. Master Dong's words were rely polite.
"I heard that Master Dong is a premium mber of the Seven Bowls Tea House, regularly sending people to purchase Thousand Mountain Jade Leaves from there, so even if this new tea is fresh, it shouldn't warrant Master Dong braving such rain to co personally for a taste, right?" Yang Xin'Er picked up the teacup before her, lightly sniffed it at the tip of her nose, her tone indifferent, not even looking at Master Dong's humility.
Yang Xin'Er's words made Yang Jinrong's heart sink. Although he was rather crude, from Yang Xin'Er's attitude, he had already sensed that sothing seed off.
However, as the head of a gang, he had so level of sophistication. He imdiately said, "Xin'Er, Master Dong is a senior. He can drink tea wherever he wishes."
Yang Xin'Er's lips curled into a slight smile, and she sneered, "I'm afraid that Master Dong didn't co here for the Thousand Mountain Jade Leaves from the Seven Bowls Tea House."
Master Dong laughed; talking to smart people was indeed effortless.
"Hall Master Yang, your daughter is incredible. I've always heard about Little Zhuge, and today, I've indeed seen a prodigy of our tis! Does Miss Yang know why this old man has co here?"
Yang Xin'Er was dismissive of these praises, replying coldly, "Master Dong, you didn't go to the trouble of coming here just to complint , did you? You ca to the Seven Bowls Tea House not for the Thousand Mountain Jade Leaves, so what is it... let's be straightforward!"
Yang Jinrong furrowed his brows, "Xin'Er."
He was worried about his adopted daughter's temperant. Yang Xin'Er was volatile and eccentric, and if she offended Master Dong, it wouldn't be good. After all, he represented the Ni Family.
Master Dong waved dismissively, unfazed, "No worries. I quite appreciate Miss Yang's straightforward approach. Being direct sotis saves everyone a lot of ti."
Yang Xin'Er: "Then speak."
Master Dong: "There's one thing I must explain first. Jiangzhou City has been developing rapidly in recent years, but the biggest opportunity has yet to appear. Although the Ni Family made so money from a few projects in South City, it's not much—just five or six small goals."
Hearing this, Yang Jinrong felt a bit dissatisfied. Just five or six small goals? Do you have any idea how hard it is to make even one small goal? We're all mixed up in the underworld here, not running financial scams or dealing drugs. Where do such easy money-making opportunities co from?
Master Dong continued, "Actually, the real gold mine in Jiangzhou is right here in the old street."
Yang Jingrong was taken aback.
West City's old street was basically a slum of Jiangzhou City. Over the years, he had seen many businesses open and close, with the most enduring being only the century-old Seven Bowls Tea House. Could it be that they had an eye on this Seven Bowls Tea House?
That wasn't very likely!
"Could it be that they want to renovate the old town? Rejuvenate West City?" Yang Xin'Er quickly grasped Master Dong's implications.
Little Zhuge's reputation was well-earned.
Master Dong: "Correct. There's a red-letter directive from above. I believe that within half a month, it will be issued to the subdistrict office. If you have connections in the city, you can investigate it, but if your connections aren't strong enough, you might not find out much."
Inside, Yang Jinrong was feeling turbulent: "Master Dong, with such important news, why would you tell ?"
If West City's old street was indeed to be demolished and rebuilt, let's not talk about the project itself. The compensation for his properties over the years alone would be a substantial sum!
Good tis were indeed on the horizon!
No wonder Master Dong ca here in such a heavy rain!
Master Dong smiled, "The Ni Family Group surely has the capability to take a piece of the pie, but West City has always been your territory, Hall Master Yang. We're in a new era now, no need for fighting or killing. Why not make money together? My suggestion is that our two families join forces and make a fortune together."
Yang Jinrong was sowhat surprised, "How do you intend to take this piece, Master Dong?"
Before Master Dong could speak, Yang Xin'Er lifted the freshly brewed teapot and poured a cup for Master Dong, "Dad, Master Dong rarely cos to the Seven Bowls Tea House. This first taste is for him. Whether it's tea or at, the first bite is always the most fragrant."
Master Dong chuckled softly, "Miss Yang is very considerate; I won't stand on ceremony."
Yang Jinrong, witnessing this, was puzzled, not understanding why his daughter would offer the first taste.
Yang Xin'Er: "Master Dong, we've given up the most fragrant, most delicious first bite. What can we gain in return?"
Master Dong: "The Ni Family Group's connections and networks can help Hall Master Yang secure all the major projects of West City's reconstruction at the lowest costs. Of course, any need Hall Master Yang has, the Ni Family can assist!"
Yang Xin'Er raised the teacup in both hands, facing Master Dong: "Very well, in that case, thank you very much!"
Master Dong also raised his cup: "Let's have a pleasant cooperation!"
At that mont, there was a knock on the door outside the private room, and then Hu Balei entered.
"Hm? What's going on, half an hour late?" Yang Jinrong frowned.
Hu Balei, Hu Sanli's brother, both of whom were Yang Jinrong's confidants, his right and left-hand n, the Double Flower Red Stick.
Hu Balei glanced at Master Dong, hesitating.
Seeing this, Master Dong chuckled softly, "Hall Master Yang, I've had my tea, so I'll take my leave. Until we et again!"
Yang Jinrong nodded, "Take care, Master Dong."
Once Master Dong left, Yang Jinrong glared at Hu Balei, "What's going on?"
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