Chapter 101 The Elephant Behind Little Roro

The person on the phone rambled on for a long time, but in the end, said nothing of substance. All that could be gleaned was that he came from Jiangnan, and from an ordinary rural background at that. Mr. Mo, who had been rather anxious, felt his anger surge when he heard the young man was merely born in a village. He shouted into the phone, "Then tell me, who gave him the courage to challenge me! Go and smash up his company again, right now!" The reply came quickly from the other end. Even after hanging up, Mr. Mo continued to curse in his own home. To be intimidated by a youngster from a rural background—he could not help but feel it was unlucky.

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The next day, Chai Jin did not let Liu Qingwen and Fang Yi go to the company, fearing something might happen to them. So the company sat empty, waiting to be vandalized. Meanwhile, Zhang Yinglong began to mobilize all his connections to gather information. In these times, few businessmen earned their first fortune cleanly, and Mr. Mo was no exception, coming from the underworld. Information poured in like snowflakes to Chai Jin.

The more Chai Jin learned, the more startled he became. Mr. Mo had come from Hong Kong City, engaged in smuggling and illegal dealings. Anyone who made a living this way always had someone powerful behind them. Sifting through the data, Chai Jin discovered Mr. Mo was intimately connected with a company called Yuanhua Group. The name was unremarkable, but its owner was renowned in his previous life throughout China—the perpetrator behind the nation’s largest smuggling case: Lai Changxing.

According to the present timeline, this man was omnipotent in the south, his later PR maneuvers shocking all who heard of them. For the first time, Chai Jin’s brows furrowed deeply.

If Mr. Mo’s information were handed over, it would inevitably involve Lai Changxing. Chai Jin’s foundations were not yet secure enough to confront such a man. Yet, Mr. Mo kept targeting him. What should he do? Should he poke this hornet’s nest?

That day, Chai Jin set aside the documents in the courtyard and went to the well to wash his face. He lit a cigarette, drawing deep drags one after another. The cicadas in the old mulberry tree filled the air with their incessant buzzing, making him restless.

A fly landed on the table, darting about restlessly. Suddenly, Chai Jin slammed his palm down, crushing it to bits. He stubbed out his cigarette, exhaling, "When the sky wants to rain or a woman wants to marry, no one can stop it. If you stand in my way, I don’t care about the gods behind you—if you must be cut off, I won’t hesitate."

His mind was set: Mr. Mo would be destroyed.

He gathered the documents and left.

About an hour later, he arrived at an office building in Nanshan District. The building was grand and imposing, bearing the sign "Tomorrow Tower." Locals knew it was the headquarters of a company worth at least a billion. The main offices were in the provincial capital, but here in Shenzhen, their focus was real estate and foreign trade.

The owner was Feng Haodong.

The top three floors were all Tomorrow Group’s offices, covering at least seven or eight thousand square meters. Feng Haodong, who liked to stand atop the building, had a glass-enclosed tea room outside his office.

He was delighted by Chai Jin’s visit, personally showing him around and explaining the company’s operations and future plans. He pointed to a five-hundred-square-meter vacant area and said, "This will be the operations center for Xiao Li Liquor. Shenzhen has the best logistics routes, capable of radiating throughout South China."

Feng Haodong was passionate about promoting his hometown’s liquor; it wasn’t just about wealth. Chai Jin smiled and said, "Brother Dong, I didn’t come today about Xiao Li Liquor. I have something else I need your help with."

Feng Haodong laughed heartily, "No need for formalities with me. Let’s talk in the tea room."

They settled in as construction sites outside bustled with development—a future skyline of high-rises was certain, the world about to change.

Once seated, Chai Jin wasted no words. He handed the documents to Feng Haodong. "There’s an underworld thug trying to destroy me, so I must destroy him."

"Brother, your connections are broad—I hope you can pass these documents to someone who can use them," Chai Jin said.

"An underworld thug?" Feng Haodong took the papers with curiosity. He had expected a big name, but the name meant nothing to him. Frankly, in the entire south, Feng Haodong only respected those whose names he’d heard—those unknown, he could crush without concern. It wasn’t arrogance; nearly everyone with any influence in the south knew him or he knew of them. Unknown names were mere ants.

He set the documents down, casually saying, "Tomorrow I’ll send these out for you. In a few days, thunderclouds will hang over this man’s head—he’s a small ant, not worth mentioning."

Chai Jin looked calmly at him, retrieved the papers, and pointed to a name. "Brother Dong, look carefully. This isn’t just a small ant; behind him stands an elephant."

"Hong Kong’s Yuanhua Group."

"Pfft." Feng Haodong spat out his tea, startled by the name. He snatched up the documents and read them again carefully. His expression quickly grew grave. "This is going to be tricky. The Hong Kong business circles have always had lukewarm relations with us, and the owner of Yuanhua Group—do you know who he is?"

Chai Jin quietly raised his cup. "Lai Changxing—heard of him? The only one who dominates both Hong Kong and the south. What he’s involved in is far beyond what ordinary businessmen can imagine. Is that right?"

No one in this world understood Lai Changxing as well as Chai Jin, though they’d never met.

Feng Haodong nodded solemnly. "Do you know what consequences will come from handing over this information?"

Chai Jin replied, "I know. Brother Dong, if it’s too much trouble, I’ll handle it myself."

Even if Feng Haodong refused, Chai Jin would understand. Lai Changxing’s power in the south was unmatched at this time. He was prepared for rejection.

Unexpectedly, Feng Haodong’s serious expression suddenly relaxed. He sipped his tea and set the documents aside. "Chai Jin, do you think Brother Dong can’t handle Lai Changxing’s weight in the south?"