The Crazy Son-In-Law

“Uh.”

“Okay, I got it.”

With a simple reply, Xiao Shun hung up the phone.

Then, he put down his phone and looked at Cao Wanqing, who still seemed somewhat embarrassed and angry.

“I’m going out for a while. You can arrange things on your own,” he said.

Cao Wanqing had wanted to ask where he was going, but then thought better of it. It didn’t seem quite appropriate to inquire about his private matters with her current status. She could only nod reluctantly.

After finishing breakfast, Xiao Shun picked up his jacket and left the house.

Half an hour later.

Eastbrook Old School Society office.

That name might be incorrect now.

After all, this place had become the “New School Society” office, and the Old School Society was a thing of the past.

This time, Xiao Shun walked into the meeting room unimpeded, no one stopping him along the way. Those he passed respectfully addressed him as “Mr. Xiao” as a sign of respect.

It was only eight in the morning, but the meeting room was bustling with people, and Xiao Shun had arrived late.

As soon as he stepped into the meeting room, everyone inside got up to greet him and called out in unison, “Mr. Xiao!”

Seeing this, Xiao Shun nodded and slowly walked to the seat at the head of the round table.

After surveying the crowd, he smiled faintly and said, “Please, everyone, take a seat.”

With that, he sat down first.

And only then did the others also take their seats.

“Mr. Xiao, everyone present here today are practitioners from various fields in Eastbrook, including some martial arts dojo and sect masters. Almost everyone, except for some individual practitioners, is here!” Ye Nantian, seated next to Xiao Shun, briefly introduced some unfamiliar faces in the room.

Xiao Shun nodded, committing the names to memory.

After brief introductions, Xiao Shun began his opening remarks for the day.

“Everyone, as the leader of the New School Society in Eastbrook, I will certainly not mistreat any of you. I believe Mr. Ye has already mentioned my previous plans to you. Soon, this area is going to be the second largest management area for the New School Society. Our development will not disappoint!”

“Since we are here, it’s a clear indication of the absolute trust in Mr. Xiao. Eastbrook is a community, and in the future, we will surely commit to the New School Society with everything we have. We only hope that the New School Society will not be as disappointing as the Old School Society!”

The speaker was Fu Sancai, the owner of a martial arts dojo in Eastbrook.

Xiao Shun nodded in a sincere manner as he spoke, “Master Fu, you worry too much. I led the New School Society to overthrow the Old School Society to return a bright future for the numerous practitioners. That’s the belief I’ve always upheld.”

Fu Sancai smiled faintly, “In that case, we have no doubts!”

“No doubts!”

Others echoed.

It was evident that Fu Sancai’s status among Eastbrook practitioners was not lower than that of Ye Nantian, the alliance leader. Now that he had set the example, Xiao Shun could fully let go. After all, he was going to vigorously develop Eastbrook next. If someone was insincere, the work would be difficult to carry out. Now, with everyone united, he had no more reservations.

The oath-taking ceremony proceeded very smoothly, and under a peaceful atmosphere without a hint of conflict, the New School Society took over the work from the Old School Society.

At this point, there were only three people left in the meeting room: Xiao Shun, Ye Nantian, and Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jian briefly reported the negotiation process at He Tianlong’s house last night and looked somewhat unpleasant. After all, this was the first project entrusted to him by Mr. Xiao, and he felt ashamed of the outcome.

“The process went like this. He Tianlong eventually offered a management fee of five hundred million dollars annually and twenty percent of the profits in Eastbrook to the New School Society. I don’t have the authority to approve this, so I had to ask Mr. Xiao to make the decision.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Xiao Shun pondered for a moment and then said, with a hint of disdain on his lips, “Do they really think I’m easy to bully?”

Seeing this, Ye Nantian couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Xiao, what do you mean?”

“Since He Tianlong requested a personal meeting for negotiations, I will fulfill his wish!”

Xiao Shun smiled inscrutably, with a touch of playfulness in his expression.

Jiang Jian, who had a deep experience and a shrewd eye, immediately had a bad feeling when he saw Xiao Shun’s smile and hastened to advise, “Mr. Xiao, please think twice. If we really make enemies with the management, opportunities for New School Society’s development in Eastbrook will be limited, especially since they currently have control over it!”

“If these pests refuse to listen to reason, it’s not my turn to deal with them. Someone will naturally take care of it,” Xiao Shun said indifferently, adding, “But I don’t see any harm in meeting with him. We are bound to cross paths one way or another.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Nantian and Jiang Jian exchanged knowing glances and both had the same guess in their hearts.

Could it be that Mr. Xiao has someone supporting him?

Soon, both of them smiled faintly, and each saw a certain affirmation in the other’s eyes.

If the “New School Society” didn’t have any backing, how could it have reached its current stature? Judging by the number of times it has survived the Old School Society and official attempts to bring it down, it was evident that there was someone behind it. Moreover, during the establishment of the Harrow “Apex Academy,” a mysterious figure had taken a group of children there and even served as the school’s vice principal.

According to the word on the street, this vice principal named Song seemed to be a significant figure in the capital city, but no one knew the full extent of his influence.

Though Ye Nantian and Jiang Jian were currently in Eastbrook, a city more than a thousand kilometers away from Harrow, they had heard quite a bit about the events over there.

At the same time, at the Eastbrook management office, within the high-ranking officials’ compound.

He Tianlong was sitting at the dining table, holding a newspaper and drinking a bowl of soy milk, looking incredibly relaxed.

“Dad!”

His son, He Junxian, called from behind, and he nodded indifferently, shook the newspaper in his hand, and casually said, “Come over for breakfast!”

Before long, He Tianlong was joined by someone else.

Suddenly, he sniffed, as if catching a faint herbal scent.

Puzzled, he put down the newspaper and looked at his son. Then he angrily slapped the table, “Who did this!?”

He Junxian patted his leg, which was in a cast, and said angrily, “Xiao Shun!”

“Ah!”

He Tianlong gasped in surprise, looking unexpectedly outraged. He couldn’t fathom how his son had crossed paths with such a reckless man.

It didn’t matter, though. What mattered now was that his son had been hurt, and as a father, He Tianlong couldn’t sit by idly.

Thinking this, he said sternly, “I will seek justice for you in this matter. Don’t take matters into your own hands. That man is not to be trifled with. We will retaliate through official channels!”