195: Chapter 195 Taking Over the Teahouse

At another meeting of the Deep Valley Watchers, all the Watcher elders wore serious expressions.

This was because President Evander had just mentioned something that gave everyone a bad feeling.

One Watcher elder asked, "Mr. President, are you saying that some of the Black List's assassins and serums have mysteriously disappeared?"

President Evander replied, "Yes. I had the person in charge of the Black List issue an order to recall the serums."

"A total of 61 doses were issued to those on active missions. Yet, to date, only 24 have been recovered."

"The remaining assassins, along with the serums, have all gone missing!"

At the meeting, the Watcher elders looked at each other in dismay.

The old president asked angrily, "What is going on? Do these assassins want to rebel?"

The President had been feeling quite helpless lately; there was simply too much for him to handle.

"Mr. President, I have already sent the CIA to investigate. There should be results soon."

"Of course, these assassins have complex identities and are scattered all over the world. Therefore, I hope the elders can have their subordinates cooperate with our CIA personnel."

"Very well, Evander, that is not a problem. The important thing is that we must hurry to recover these problematic serums!"

"Otherwise, the consequences for the world could be unimaginable!"

Meanwhile, in a church somewhere in Europe, a burly man was fighting a man with an Asian face.

The Asian man was from Siam and was a master of fist fighting.

However, his full-force punch, even when it landed squarely on the burly man's body, didn't seem to cause any damage at all.

Instead, he was kicked away!

Just then, an elegant white man appeared in another part of the church.

He was holding a nail file, grooming his slender fingers.

He urged, "Deathknell, stop playing around. I've received news that the CIA has started to notice our Black List affairs."

Facing this dead end, the Siamese assassin suddenly started begging for mercy: "Lucifer, can I join you?"

"Hahaha, no, because you are too weak!"

"Deathknell, kill him!"

The Siamese assassin, hardening his heart, pulled out the serum and prepared to inject it.

Deathknell looked at Lucifer.

Lucifer finally wore a serious expression.

"Let him try. Let's join forces. It's a good chance to see just how terrifying this serum really is!"

China, Sijiu Qiantang.

Inside a solemn and imposing mansion.

Opposite an old man with graying hair sat the couple, Zhou Bingzheng and Wen Nianci.

The old man had retired many years ago but was still in good spirits.

He didn't even need reading glasses to look at the stack of documents in his hands.

The more the old man read, the more excited he became, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

He sighed, "My cousin's life was truly full of displacement and misfortune!"

"He was foolish! Our Wen family is upright and decent; even if he returned, we would have nothing to fear from those rumors. Besides, he was a man of iron backbone—could it be that after sacrificing everything for the country, he really couldn't get fair treatment?"

Zhou Bingzheng took over, "Dad, the glorious revolutionary traditions of your generation will not be erased. I have already instructed our provincial propaganda department to write down the legend of Wen Zhiyu and Mu Ange."

"We will ensure their selfless spirit never fades!"

Wen Zhenrong, one of the former leaders, nodded, "Bingzheng, you are right. This time, you did very well!"

"By the way, how is that child doing?"

Zhou Bingzheng replied, "He's a very good young man. Coincidentally, before we knew his identity, he had already helped us with quite a few things."

"Fighting corruption, catching drug lords—he has inherited the will of the two elders."

The old man was very happy, "Haha, good, worthy of being the bloodline of my Wen family."

"Bingzheng, why didn't you bring him with you? I want to see that child."

Wen Nianci chimed in, "Dad, that child has had a hard life. His mother, Wen Jinjin, passed away very early, and later his father also died of depression."

"Suddenly asking him to recognize his relatives—we have to give him some time, right? Don't worry, we are taking care of him for now. Besides, he is currently focused on his career, so please don't be impatient."

"You girl, how can I not be anxious? I'm afraid this old body of mine won't last much longer."

Zhou Bingzheng said, "Dad, let me go back and work on him. When the time comes, I'll have Wanqing bring him to see you!"

Wen Zhenrong said, "Good, Bingzheng, I keep my word. Whatever you like among my calligraphy works, feel free to take it."

Zhou Bingzheng was rarely this excited.

Wen Nianci pulled her husband, "Don't go too far, these are Dad's prized possessions!"

"I know, I know, my dear."

Meanwhile, in another room of the Wen residence, a man and a woman were talking.

"Brother, have you heard? Our Wen family has another third-generation member."

"It's just Grandpa being sentimental. A relative with a different surname, nothing important."

But the woman giggled, "I didn't expect I'd actually have a younger brother; how interesting."

"I want to go to Zhijiang to see him. Are you coming, brother?"

"Where would I find the time?"

"Aren't you worried that guy will win Grandpa's favor? You know, Grandpa has always felt very guilty about his cousin."

The man shook his head, "Heh, who cares if he's favored or not. He doesn't have the surname Wen. A different surname is, after all, a different surname!"

Su Nange's Ange Technology was officially established.

Liu Yuan wanted to hold a press conference for Su Nange, but he refused.

Su Nange didn't like being that high-profile.

However, Liu Yuan still brought several A-list celebrity teams from Global Asia to help show support.

After all, the field of immune cells still needed promotion in the early stages.

Su Nange felt that having such a wife was truly great! It even saved on advertising costs.

Liu Yuan read Professor Xu Zhiran's product introduction and was quite excited.

She cared about age the most; what high-end skincare products hadn't she used before?

However, everyone knew that aging was simply irreversible.

Liu Yuan clamored to be the first customer of Ange Technology.

Su Nange thought it was strange, "You're one of the shareholders, aren't you? You're already part of the family business, why do you need to ask me?"

However, Su Nange had long thought about who to use as a spokesperson.

Eldest Young Master Song still hadn't fully recovered.

The gunshot wound on his body had caused great damage to his internal organs.

Wasn't he the perfect ready-made test subject? Besides, Song Xiaotian was, in the Qiantang, considered a young master with some influence.

His evaluation would be very valuable.

Thus, the poor Song Xiaotian had to pay money and provide effort.

The immune cells would, of course, not be injected at Ange Technology.

This business needed to be deeply tied to the medical system.

Su Nange had enough connections for that now.

He secured the First Affiliated Hospital of Qianjiang University to perform the procedure on Song Xiaotian.

With one injection, Song Xiaotian did indeed feel much more comfortable.

Su Nange teased, "It's just a psychological effect, isn't it? How could it work so fast? This thing takes time."

Song Xiaotian replied, "No, really, don't say that. It really is effective. I'm not just flattering you!"

Su Nange looked at Professor Xu Zhiran.

Professor Xu Zhiran chuckled, "You're right, he is just flattering you."

"However, in about two weeks, this Mr. Song should see some improvement. After two or three more consecutive injections, the effects will be obvious."

Meng Yu thanked them on behalf of Song Xiaotian, "Thank you, Young Master Su, thank you, Professor Xu. Come to our house tonight; Xiaotian and I have long wanted to invite Young Master Su to dinner."

Su Nange was not polite at all, "Alright, in that case, I'll save on the cost of my opening celebration dinner."

Everyone at the scene burst into laughter.

That evening, in Song Xiaotian's villa, Su Nange was pulled aside by Song Xiaotian.

"You're doing such a good project, why didn't you bring me in on it? I want to invest too."

"Forget it, you'd better focus on your building materials business. However, I do have an idea."

"I need to deal with Runfa Group, and perhaps I really do need to collaborate with you. Besides, I'll need to build factories and such in the future, and I'll definitely need your help."

Song Xiaotian said, "Easy, easy."

Su Nange thought for a moment, "By the way, how are things between you and Meng Yu? Do you have any plans?"

Song Xiaotian sighed, "Sigh, if my health hadn't been an issue, we would have probably held our wedding banquet by now."

"But how can I put it? If I hadn't been injured saving her, she probably wouldn't be following me so devotedly now."

Su Nange was surprised, "Yo, Young Master Song sees things clearly now. No wonder Meng Yu was so excited when she learned about the effectiveness of this cell technology."

Song Xiaotian mentioned that his parents still valued Meng Yu very much and hoped she could help manage the family business.

Su Nange agreed with this.

With Meng Yu's ability and connections, she was much more reliable than this Eldest Young Master Song.

"So, is Meng Yu not running the teahouse anymore?"

Song Xiaotian nodded, "Now that the City Investment project is off, what's the point of the teahouse? Who would spend so much money to drink tea for no reason?"

"So, yes, we are preparing to sell it."

Su Nange felt it was a pity.

"Hey, why don't you talk to Meng Yu? Sell the teahouse to me!"

He couldn't let that group of young ladies in qipaos lose their jobs.

Hehehe.

Su Nange mentally slapped himself: You jerk, it seems your old habits are acting up again!