309: Chapter 309 Colorless and Odorless, the Most Poisonous Slow-Acting Poison

Since he had voluntarily proposed that the Qinglong Bay Villa District could be demolished and that he could abandon the project, it was worth going over to discuss the specific details.

Although there was still a sliver of doubt in his heart as to why Zhao Zhijie had suddenly made a 180-degree turn.

Regardless, him agreeing to give it up and agreeing to the demolition was a good thing.

Qin Chuan agreed to the appointment and was prepared to bring Old Liu and Xiao Zhao along; both had performed well, and their tolerance for alcohol in particular was quite satisfying.

As for Zhao Zhijie.

After hanging up the phone, he felt only the exhilaration of a conspiracy succeeding. "Qin Chuan, you are finished this time; you are completely done for."

He had obtained a rare imported drug, created by some scientific madman in the United States. It hadn't hit the market, but with resources like Zhao Zhijie's, obtaining such a drug was not strange.

This drug was colorless and odorless, dissolving rapidly in water and alcohol. Consuming ten milligrams was enough to produce an effect, causing a person's immune system to gradually collapse, their physical constitution to deteriorate, and making them prone to illness—especially increasing the probability of developing various cancers by over ten thousand times.

This could be called a chronic poison. In the beginning, there was no sensation at all, and it only became noticeable after about a week. The key was that there was no antidote; with the current level of medical technology, it was impossible to cure and impossible to detect.

Precisely because it was impossible to cure or detect, Zhao Zhijie planned to use it against Qin Chuan to poison him.

A week later, Qin Chuan would start feeling something was wrong, start having frequent colds and fevers, and become sickly, but he certainly wouldn't suspect him.

What he hoped for most, of course, was that Qin Chuan would develop cancer within the next two or three months. With his immune system collapsed and his body frail, even the Qin Family would be unable to save him.

The drug was in his possession; it was about the size of a regular capsule, transparent, and contained half a gram—that is, five hundred milligrams.

Looking at the white powder inside the transparent capsule, a hint of cruelty appeared on Zhao Zhijie's face. "Qin Chuan, don't blame me. It is you who didn't give me face. Since it has come to this, you can only die—suffering from a serious illness and dying in agony."

After staring at the poison for a while, Zhao Zhijie called in one of his trusted aides—the very person who had directed others to call and threaten Qin Chuan.

Why call this subordinate? Because he was loyal enough, had been with him long enough, and was absolutely reliable.

"Boss, you were looking for me?"

Zhao Zhijie nodded. "Yes. Close the door; we need to discuss something."

After seeing the door of the presidential suite close, Zhao Zhijie said, "Xiao Zhang, I want Qin Chuan to die. I need you to handle this matter."

If it were anyone else, they might be shocked. After all, Qin Chuan was the only male descendant of the third generation of the Qin Family. Amidst the shock, they would mostly try to persuade Zhao Zhijie to calm down, but Xiao Zhang did not.

"Boss, just give the order. I will go through fire and water without hesitation. Even if you want my life, it is no problem at all."

Zhao Zhijie nodded with satisfaction and picked up the small transparent capsule. "Do you see this? It is a colorless and odorless chronic poison, an imported product that I spent a large sum of money to obtain. Tonight, I am inviting Qin Chuan for drinks. On the surface, it is to apologize to him and make him lower his guard, but in reality, it is to make him drink the poisoned wine containing this drug..."

Because there were no outsiders and he felt that Xiao Zhang was loyal and reliable enough, Zhao Zhijie explained his plan.

The plan was actually quite simple: mix the poison into one of the bottles of wine beforehand. Xiao Zhang would hold this bottle and pour the drinks; both he and Qin Chuan would have a glass, and Xiao Zhang would also drink this poisoned wine.

Why make Xiao Zhang drink the poisoned wine as well? Naturally, it was to prevent Qin Chuan from becoming suspicious. If it was poured from the same bottle and Xiao Zhang, who was serving the drinks, drank it, Qin Chuan would not suspect the wine was poisoned and would certainly drink it as well.

As long as he took a small sip, it was estimated that it would exceed a dosage of ten milligrams. If he finished a small glass, it would likely be enough for thirty to fifty milligrams—the dosage would be sufficient.

After finishing his plan, Zhao Zhijie reassured him, "Xiao Zhang, don't worry. I will have you take an antidote beforehand; you won't have any issues at all."

This was, of course, a lie, because there was no antidote for this kind of poison. He would just give Xiao Zhang something random to drink and lie, claiming it was an antidote.

The purpose of doing this was to dispel Xiao Zhang's concerns. If there were no antidote, Zhao Zhijie worried that Xiao Zhang might change his mind at the last minute if he had to consume such a chronic poison. By giving him the 'antidote' in advance, Xiao Zhang would faithfully execute his plan.

"Boss, don't worry. I will definitely handle this matter beautifully. This Qin Chuan—I have long found him an eyesore."

A vicious plan was settled between the two, waiting only for execution that evening.

Qin Chuan was, of course, completely unaware of this.

He had suspicions, but not many.

Qin Chuan arrived for the appointment on time with Old Liu and Xiao Zhao. Before going, he had specifically reported it to Team Leader Xue Guanglin, as Zhao Zhijie was, in essence, a corporate boss—the behind-the-scenes owner and actual controller of the Hongli Real Estate Group.

In the luxury private room, Zhao Zhijie, accompanied by a few people, had already arrived early and appeared very courteous and enthusiastic.

When the three of them entered, Zhao Zhijie even stood up to welcome them, calling him 'Brother Chuan' with every breath, and warmly invited Qin Chuan to sit in the seat of honor.

"Brother Chuan, thank you for giving me this face and being able to come to the appointment. Today, let's not stop until we're drunk!"

Qin Chuan smiled. "General Manager Zhao, drinking is just a side matter. I mainly came over to chat with you about the Qinglong Bay Villa District."

A flash of sharp light flickered in Zhao Zhijie's eyes and vanished, but he concealed it well. No one noticed that at this moment, he even had the urge to kill Qin Chuan.

"Brother Chuan, that is easy to discuss. I must give you face, Brother Chuan. It is just a project worth over ten billion, isn't it? If you say tear it down, I will tear it all down."

"Since General Manager Zhao is so easy to talk to, then this matter will be easy to handle."

More and more, Qin Chuan felt that something was not right with Zhao Zhijie.

His sixth sense was much sharper than an ordinary person's. After chatting for a few sentences, he felt increasingly that something was wrong.

The feeling he got was that this Zhao Zhijie seemed to have some conspiracy. His enthusiasm and willingness to agree seemed to be an attempt to numb him, dispel his inner suspicions, and make him lower his guard.

On the surface, Qin Chuan remained calm and showed no abnormalities. He appeared very happy and chatted with Zhao Zhijie as if they were very good friends.

In reality, he was already thinking in his heart: if Zhao Zhijie had any schemes or tricks, what kind of shady actions would he take? In an instant, Qin Chuan thought of several possibilities and secretly reminded himself to be careful and not fall into Zhao Zhijie's trap.

"Brother Chuan, I heard you like to drink moutai, so I specially prepared several bottles. I apologize to you; I was indeed a bit impulsive before, but I guarantee that in the future, it definitely won't happen—absolutely not."

While saying this, Zhao Zhijie opened the wine himself and poured a glass for each of them.