nucmednet Chapter 967 Watching the Show
Chapter 967 Watching the Show
In the lobby of the Liujin Club, everyone was suffocated by Teng Zijing's silence, and dared not even breathe loudly.
In the midst of this deathly silence, two more people walked in through the door, instantly stirring up a suppressed murmur of discussion, like pebbles thrown into water.
"Isn't that General Manager Jiang from Zidong International?" someone exclaimed in a low voice, their eyes wide with surprise.
"President Jiang never comes to places like this, what's going on today..."
"My God, all the top figures in Kunming have gathered here? They're all rich and good-looking, it's breathtaking!"
"President Jiang looks aloof and noble, a completely different aura from Master Jing. It's truly an eye-opener to see them together today..."
Deng Zhouyi is a seasoned veteran; he's adept at playing along with Teng Zijing.
Seeing Jiang Chengyu enter, he quickly stepped forward, his face beaming with a bright, sunny smile.
He greeted him warmly, "President Jiang, you've finally arrived! Master Jing has been waiting for you for quite some time."
Jiang Chengyu frowned, glanced sideways at Deng Zhouyi, his eyes full of doubt, and walked towards Teng Zijing:
"What's going on with Master Jing? He said he was inviting me to a play, so why did we end up here?"
"If you want to see a show, you should go to your Longteng venue. What good shows could you possibly have here?"
Teng Zijing stood up, moved aside, and pointed to the empty seat next to him: "President Jiang is the owner of the Liujin Club, so naturally you should sit here."
"Brother Jing, are you kidding me?" Jiang Chengyu said, both amused and exasperated. "What businesses do I own?"
"How could I not know? When did the gilded club become mine?"
Behind him, Xiang Xiaowu silently looked around, his eyes wary, and stayed close by.
By observing the clothing of the people around him and the interior design style, Xiao Wu gained a clear answer to his question about the Golden Club.
Deng Zhouyi waved to the waiter, who immediately brought over a glass of wine and handed it to him.
"President Jiang, have a drink first, sit down and let Master Jing tell you slowly."
Jiang Chengyu took the wine glass, clinked it with Teng Zijing's, took a small sip, and still didn't understand the situation.
Teng Zijing looked at him and slowly gestured, "The entire commercial street belongs to that kid Jiang Shuo."
Jiang Shuo has gone with his father, so you, his young father, can't just sit idle; you should come visit more often.
These words immediately caused an uproar in the hall, with whispers rising sharply:
"What? The commercial street belongs to President Jiang's son? I always thought it belonged to Master Jing!"
"Didn't they say Jia Sidao lost the whole street gambling with Master Jing? How come it's now the Song family of Zidong International?"
"President Jiang already has a son? We haven't heard a word about it..." Several beautiful women who had been secretly observing Jiang Chengyu couldn't hide their disappointment.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chengyu frowned, put down his wine glass, stood up, and refused:
"I don't want to! Do whatever you want, I have things to do, so I'm not going to play along with your nonsense!"
After saying that, he turned to leave. Teng Zijing grabbed Jiang Chengyu and said, "Since you're here, make the best of it."
Deng Zhouyi chimed in, comforting Jiang Chengyu as they sat down on the sofa together, and Jiang Chengyu said with a wronged expression:
"President Jiang, do you know how hard I work every day? I don't need to say much about the Teng family business, haha."
He also had to watch over Jiang Shuo's shop without pay, and the boy accepted all the fees every quarter without ever offering a word of comfort.
"Hurry up, you have plenty of people under you, find someone to take over as soon as possible, so I can catch my breath, okay?"
Jiang Chengyu, seeing Deng Zhouyi trying to play the victim, remained unmoved and stood up, saying:
"That's between you and Jiang Shuo, it has nothing to do with me." Jiang Chengyu's attitude was firm, and he was about to leave again.
The surrounding chatter grew even louder: "My God, that's the entire street's revenue! They wouldn't even take it for free?"
"So Master Jing and President Jiang have such a good relationship in private, they can even joke about something like this..."
Just as the two were struggling, a shoving sound suddenly came from the doorway.
"Hurry up and don't try anything funny."
All eyes turned to the doorway again, where a figure stumbled in.
Two burly men in sunglasses followed behind him. The one in the lead was Zhang Chenghe, who had slipped away from upstairs. He was being restrained by the two bodyguards and looked a bit disheveled.
Chai Rui was already feeling guilty and her legs were weak with fear, but when she saw Zhang Chenghe, she felt as if her bones had been removed.
He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face as pale as paper, his whole body trembling like a leaf.
Jiang Chengyu was stunned. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, he saw Teng Zijing's smile vanish instantly.
His gaze turned cold as he looked at Zhang Chenghe, who had been brought over. His voice was calm yet carried an air of authority: "Tell me, what do you do?"
Jiang Chengyu turned to look at Teng Zijing, who gestured for him to sit down, indicating that he should watch the show.
The two sat back down on the sofa, and the air in the hall froze once more. Everyone could see that the real show had only just begun.
Zhang Chenghe mustered his courage, paused to notice the wrinkles in his clothes, and tried to appear relaxed:
"Brother Jing, you should be familiar with the Liujin Club, right? People who come here are either discussing business or looking for fun."
Before he could finish speaking, Deng Zhouyi raised his long leg so fast that it was just a blur, and kicked him to the ground.
A dull thud echoed in the hall, startling Chai Rui so much that he shuddered violently.
Like a frightened rabbit, it shrank back, not daring to even lift its head.
Two bodyguards wearing sunglasses, their faces grim, strode towards Zhang Chenghe, who was a few meters away.
He bent down to support Zhang Chenghe, who was groaning in pain, and dragged him up and threw him in front of Deng Zhouyi.
Deng Zhouyi looked down at him, his voice as cold as ice: "If you don't want to die, straighten your tongue and speak properly."
Zhang Chenghe's face drained of all color, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I just came here... to have some fun."
"You're not being honest, are you?" Deng Zhouyi sneered, turning to look at Chai Rui, who was sprawled on the ground.
“Boss Chai, you should know the backgrounds of everyone who comes and goes in your club. Tell me about this kid.”
Zhang Chenghe suddenly looked up, a faint blush rising on his pale face, staring intently at Chai Rui.
He knew in his heart that expecting Chai Rui to have a soft heart was wishful thinking—back then, in order to please Qi Haoyu…
That old man could fire him without hesitation and keep Liu Lu, so he won't care about old feelings at all now.
Chai Rui trembled like a leaf, stammering, "His...his name is Zhang Chenghe, he's the HR manager at CY Rongchuang. He came today...to see..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Chenghe suddenly broke free from the bodyguard's grasp like a madman, lunged forward, and grabbed Chai Rui by the neck.
He roared, "You old bastard! Are you tired of living? Today I'm going to strangle you to death, you old scoundrel!"
The two bodyguards reacted quickly, immediately pulling him away and pinning him to the ground.
Chai Rui clutched his neck and coughed violently, his face turning bright red, tears streaming down his face.
Deng Zhouyi walked over slowly. The title of "Cold-Faced Zhuge" was well-deserved. Without saying anything more, he directly stepped on Zhang Chenghe's knee.
"Ah—!" Zhang Chenghe's face contorted in pain, and cold sweat instantly rolled down his forehead, splashing onto the floor and leaving a small wet patch.
"Tell me, what exactly are you looking for at the Liujin Club?" Deng Zhouyi pressed his foot down again.
Zhang Chenghe's teeth chattered, his breath catching in his throat: "Find...find something..."
"what?"
"Qi Haoyu has... core documents from Antai Company..."
"How could An Tai's documents be hidden here?" Deng Zhouyi pressed, increasing the pressure on his feet.
A soft "crack" sounded, like a warning from a bone under pressure. Zhang Chenghe convulsed in pain, barely breathing.
Jiang Chengyu sat on the sofa, his brows furrowed slightly, and subconsciously looked at Teng Zijing.
But the other person's face remained expressionless, their eyes calm as if watching a silent play that had nothing to do with them.
It was as if the struggles and screams on the ground were nothing more than a fictional movie scene.
Jiang Chengyu's thoughts drifted back to the past—the memory of being chased by Li Che.
He killed many assassins in order to protect himself, but it was just a quick and decisive act, without causing them pain or torment.
There was also the time when he avenged Yunji, the cruelest time; but it was Jingfeng and Minglang who did it, and it still stings to think about it now.
He hadn't seen such direct violence in a long time. Seeing Zhang Chenghe struggling in pain now...
His fingers tightened slightly as he held the wine glass, the coolness of the glass seeping through his fingertips, bringing him back to his senses and making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
Only Zhang Chenghe's suppressed cries of pain and Deng Zhouyi's icy interrogation remained in the hall.
Everyone held their breath; even the air seemed frozen by this menacing aura.
"I guessed..." Zhang Chenghe's voice was barely audible, and the next second his eyes rolled back as he completely fainted.
Deng Zhouyi scoffed, his tone full of contempt: "Such a spineless coward, yet he dares to come out and make a living."
Teng Zijing turned to look at Jiang Chengyu, and seeing that he was still frowning, she leaned closer.
He lowered his voice and teased, "What? Never seen anything like this before? Scared?"
Jiang Chengyu immediately stepped aside to create some distance, his tone somewhat distant: "What a joke. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving now."
"Don't rush off." Teng Zijing grabbed his shoulder, her fingertips holding him with a slightly cool grip.
"If you knew that this kid was the mastermind behind the construction site sabotage, you probably wouldn't feel so bad."
Jiang Chengyu abruptly pushed his hand away, his face darkening: "Even so, Master Jing should have handed the person over to the Public Security Bureau instead of resorting to vigilante justice."
Teng Zijing raised an eyebrow and smiled noncommittally: "These people are very good at hiding their true intentions."
Sometimes even the police are helpless.” After saying that, he gave Deng Zhouyi a wink.
Deng Zhouyi understood immediately, waved his hand to signal the two men to take Zhang Chenghe out, and then ordered, "Tell Lu Feng to bring his men in."
Soon, two men in sunglasses dragged the unconscious Zhang Chenghe out.
Not long after, six burly men dressed in camouflage and with their faces painted walked in.
They were carrying a blindfolded man, their steps steady, exuding a chilling aura.
The man was thin and staggered forward, his shirt wrinkled. He was Liu Lu, whom they had just caught at the airport not long ago.
Chai Rui collapsed to the ground. When he saw the figure clearly, he trembled with fear and blurted out, "Liu Lu?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself—wasn't speaking up at this moment just pushing himself into a fire pit?
Jiang Chengyu's gaze fell on the blindfolded man, and his brows furrowed even more.
He realized that Teng Zijing was here to settle scores. Bringing him here was clearly not just for him to "watch a show."
Teng Zijing picked up his wine glass, gently swirled the liquid inside, and fixed his gaze on Liu Lu.
A cryptic smile played at the corners of his lips: "Liu Lu, have you thought this through in one day?"
The blindfold was ripped off by one of the camouflage-clad men, and Liu Lu suddenly opened his eyes.
The glaring light made him squint instinctively, and after taking in his surroundings, his face turned deathly pale.
How did he end up at the club? Does Teng Zijing also believe that Haoyu has something hidden in the club?
His gaze swept across the hall, finally settling on Teng Zijing and Jiang Chengyu on the sofa.
His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word because of nervousness.
The air in the hall froze again. Everyone understood that the protagonist of today's "grand show" was probably the man who had been suddenly brought in.
What kind of entanglement exists between him, Teng Zijing, and Jiang Chengyu?