Jian Suiying chuckled,
"I see Awen's keeping his cool, but Brother Yao's the one freaking out."
Jian Suiying's expression turned cold. "I asked Wen to give me two months. Those two months haven't even passed yet."
Jian Suiying's thuggish streak was pushed to the surface. She lifted her chin defiantly, glaring at Li Wenyao as she spread her hands. "I didn't
got the money. What do you want me to do, Yao? Kill me?"
Li Wenyao gave a fake laugh. "Kill you? Little brother Suiying, do I look like I'm bored? I just want my fucking money. I don't want you dead."
Jian Suiying snorted coldly. "No money."
Li Wenyao chuckled. "Fine, use your shares instead. You held thirty percent—I'll cap it at
to ten. Agree to it, and this matter's settled."
Jian Suiying cursed Li Wenyao's ancestors eighteen generations back. The bastard actually dared to suggest it—twenty percent of the shares was more than double the capital he owed!
. Li Wenyao was truly taking advantage of the situation.
Li Wenxun finally couldn't sit still. He tapped the glass coffee table and said in a deep voice, "Brother, I'm running the business. This needs discussion, not your unilateral decision."
Li Wenyao snapped, "Shut your mouth! You have no right to speak in front of me." Li Wenxun's lips trembled with rage, his eyes darkening with fury.
Jian Suiying coldly remarked, "Li Wenyao, if you dare speak up, aren't you afraid that from now on, not a single soul in Beijing will dare to do business with your Li family?"
Li Wenyao sneered, "The world's a big place. There'll always be rich fools with money to burn."
Oh, and I heard the mastermind behind that recent scandal—the one who swindled the government out of twenty billion in land compensation funds
was promoted by your old man back in the day. I should treat Zhou, the head of the investigation, to a meal and get some good stuff to wash it down
."
Li Wenyao and Li Wenxun, the two brothers, both turned pale.
Their father was poised to enter the Central Committee this term barring any mishaps. If any storm erupted at this critical juncture, it would be easy
give others ammunition to make a big deal out of it.
Li Wenyao slammed his fist on the table, eyes blazing with fury. "You fucking want to stir up trouble, huh? Is your uncle's ass clean? You
wanna fight? I'll fucking fight you to the bitter end!"
Jian Suiying replied coldly: "You should try persuading your dear big brother first."
Li Yu, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Brother Yao, at the end of the day, it's all about money. For
a few tens of millions, it's not worth it if it ends up being a lose-lose situation for both sides."
Li Wenyao gritted his teeth: "That Jian bastard's got no shame!"
Just as the mob closed in on Jian Suiying, Li Yu suddenly pulled something from his pocket and pressed it against
Li Wenxun's head, mere steps away. In that instant, all movement in the room froze.
Jian Suiying stared at the jet-black compact pistol, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Li Wenyao's eyes turned red, his lips trembling as he forced himself to stay calm. Li Wenxun, too, was drenched in cold sweat, not daring to move an inch.
.
China enforced exceptionally strict gun control. These men never dreamed such a thing could appear so casually under the emperor's nose,
and carried it so casually in the pocket of this young, handsome man. After a long moment, Li Wenyao spoke: "Trying to scare us with a fake?"
Li Yu's gaze turned icy cold. "Want to test if it's real?"
Though Li Wenyao had been standing closer to him than Li Wenxun at the time, someone as stubborn as Li Wenyao
pointing a gun at him would likely backfire. Yet Li Wenyao cared too deeply for his younger brother—to strike a snake, one must aim for its seven-inch spot.
Li Wenyao took a step back, regaining his composure. "What do you want?"
I'll compensate triple. I hope Brother Yao won't make things difficult for us—neither now nor in the future."
Li Wenyao narrowed his eyes. "You?"
Li Yu stared back without flinching. "Me."
Li Wenyao glanced at Li Wenxun, who was feigning composure, then at Jian Suiying, who was sweating profusely. He knew that at this point, Li Yu had given him a way out—he had to take it.
This madman was pointing a gun at his brother—he'd agree to any terms.
Li Wenyao sank back into his chair and signaled his men to step back. "Fine. It's settled. Put that thing down."
Li Yu paused for a few seconds before slowly lowering his hand.
Everyone exhaled deeply, as if a hand had suddenly released its grip around their necks. Li Yu turned to Li Wenxun and said, "Brother Wen, forgive my offense."
Li Wenxun had no idea how to respond, struggling to steady his wildly pounding heart. How many people in their lifetime get to experience
a gun pressed against their temple? Anyone would have gone weak in the knees.
Li Wenyao glared fiercely at Li Yu. "Li Yu, you've got some nerve. You dare point a gun at my brother? You want to know how I get revenge?"