68: You want to out-money me?

Inside the tiger head benz, the air pressure was terrifyingly low.

Lin Chuan leaned back against the leather seat, playing with the gold-plated lighter in his hand, making a rhythmic click-clack sound.

This Jiu Fu Glass Factory was truly being ungrateful.

Lin Chuan didn't lack the money from those few bottles of canned food; even if those truckloads of large yellow apricots rotted in the fields, he could afford the loss.

But then again, a person lives for their pride, just as a tree lives for its bark.

If he let that father and son duo named Huang walk all over him today, wouldn't everyone dare to take a shot at him tomorrow?

Moreover, this small piece of glass was the lifeblood of his future business empire!

Did building houses not require windows? Did constructing skyscrapers not require curtain walls?

He never wanted to experience the feeling of being held by the throat again in this lifetime.

“Tony.”

Lin Chuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chill.

“Crushing them directly is too easy on them. I want to make it so they can't even get a scrap of food in this industry.”

“Is there a way?”

Chen Jiacheng, sitting in the passenger seat, had been fuming for a long time.

As an elite from Hong Kong Island, what he despised most were these bandits who had no sense of contract spirit.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and turned around, his eyes flashing with sharp intelligence.

“Boss, there is.”

“I just checked the latest government announcements.”

“Tomorrow morning, the city is holding a targeted investment fair regarding the liquidation of non-performing assets.”

“They're going to package and sell a batch of poorly managed state-owned enterprises, preparing to privatize them.”

“In that list, there's the Parts Factory that provides parts for Jiu Fu, and a fairly large state-owned Second Glass Factory!”

Chen Jiacheng paused, a cold sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

“As far as I know, the reason Huang Xingguo dares to be so arrogant is that he's determined to get these two factories.”

“He's already raised the funds and is just waiting for the final gavel tomorrow to monopolize the entire glass market in Harbin.”

“If we...”

“Intercept them?” Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow, a flame flickering from his lighter.

“Yes, intercept them,” Chen Jiacheng nodded.

“Good.”

Lin Chuan snapped the lighter shut, his gaze becoming as sharp as a blade.

“I want that Second Glass Factory.”

“Comparing wealth with me?”

“I'll crush him with money.”

...Old Mother Li's Casserole Shop.

This meal was quite lively.

With Zhang Yaoyao acting as his hype-man, Huang Xingguo's boasting was thunderous.

“Aiya, little Yaoyao, this is all small stuff!”

Huang Xingguo's face was glowing as he spoke grandiosely.

“Right tomorrow! At the Municipal Investment Hotel!”

“There's an Investment Conference of the highest caliber in Harbin!”

“When the time comes, it'll just be a matter of me signing my name, and two big factories will be named Huang!”

“After that, never mind that little broken Canned Food Factory belonging to your classmate's family.”

“Even those big real estate bosses will have to show me some respect when they see me! Because all the glass in Harbin will be under my control!”

Zhang Yaoyao sat opposite him, listening in a daze.

How could a young girl like her have ever seen such a scene?

On one side was the wealthy second-generation Huang Qi, who drove an Audi and spent lavishly.

On the other side was Factory Director Huang, who talked about monopolizing the city and didn't even care about Hong Kong Businessmen.

The impact of this power directly shattered her worldview.

That Lin Chuan?

What was the use of being a university student from a village?

What was the use of being handsome?

Could it put food on the table?

A wealthy family like the Huangs was the truly big tree to lean on!

“Uncle Huang, you're so amazing!”

Zhang Yaoyao's eyes shone with admiration as she raised her wine glass, her face carrying a hint of fawning and charm.

“I toast to you!”

“Hey! That's the spirit!”

Huang Xingguo was delighted and unscrupulously stroked Zhang Yaoyao's fair hand a couple of times.

Huang Qi's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

What the hell!

Why is he getting handsy?

“Yaoyao, are you free tomorrow?”

“This is a rare opportunity. I'll take you to see the big world!”

“I'll let you see how your Uncle Huang holds sway in front of those city leaders!”

“Ah? Really? Can I go?” Zhang Yaoyao covered her mouth in pleasant surprise.

A meeting of that level was like a palace in the heavens to an ordinary delinquent girl like her!

“Of course you can! With your uncle here, where in Harbin can't you go?”

“Then thank you, Uncle Huang! I'll definitely dress up well so I don't embarrass you!”

Zhang Yaoyao's face was flushed with excitement as she readily agreed.

“Uh, Dad, you, I mean, I!”

Huang Qi was a bit dazed, thinking, 'I brought her here for you to see the woman I'm pursuing, so why are you making a move first?'

Competing with your own son for a woman—you old geezer, this isn't right!

...Early the next morning.

Splendid South of the River Villa Area.

Lin Chuan got up early, wearing a well-tailored deep blue Italian suit with his hair combed meticulously.

He looked both youthful and possessed the steady aura of someone in power.

Just as he walked out the front door.

“Beep beep—”

A soft horn sounded.

A white Mercedes S320 slowly glided over, the window rolling down to reveal Chu Yueli's cold and stunning face.

Today, she wasn't wearing a qipao.

Instead, she had changed into a white professional suit—a small blazer paired with a pencil skirt, her long hair pinned up behind her head.

That capable air of a female entrepreneur instantly suppressed her previous underworld aura.

“Good morning, Mr. Lin.”

Chu Yueli took off her sunglasses, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

“What a coincidence. Are you also going to the Investment Hotel?”

Lin Chuan stopped and looked her over with some surprise.

“Eldest Miss Chu, your outfit today is quite formal.”

“Going to discuss a multi-million dollar business deal?”

Chu Yueli smiled helplessly, her icy aloofness vanishing in front of Lin Chuan.

“What multi-million dollar deal? Please don't tease me, sir.”

“Ever since suffering that loss in Hong Kong Island last time,”

“my father has also come to realize something.”

“A life of fighting and killing isn't a long-term solution after all.”

“So he wants to take this opportunity to acquire a few legitimate factories and move the family business toward more legal shores.”

At this point, her eyes held a bit more expectation.

“I wonder if I might have the honor of hitching a ride with you, sir, so I can ask for some advice on the way?”

Hearing this, Lin Chuan nodded inwardly.

The Chu Family's realization showed they were indeed worth teaching.

In this era, the first batch of underworld figures who realized they needed to go straight mostly became great entrepreneurs later on.

“The honor is all mine.”

Lin Chuan gentlemanly opened the car door.

“Please, President Chu.”

The two smiled at each other and sat side-by-side in the back seat of the tiger head benz.