Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

Song Kaiyuan was stunned for a moment, then realized—Chen Yang was talking about Mr. Zhao, the mysterious figure behind Sun Jianguo. The "Mr. Zhao" who had deep roots and connections in Hebei Province.

“Kid,” Song Kaiyuan’s tone turned serious, “you really dare to dream! You dare to ask that guy surnamed Zhao to do things for you?” He paused, his voice carrying a hint of disbelief: “Do you know what kind of people in this area have to be to ask him for favors? Not only do they have to have connections, but they also have to spend who knows how much money?”

On the other end of the phone, Chen Yang laughed even more confidently: "Master, I don't know how much people pay him for services. I only know one thing—"

He paused, then said, word by word, "I can help him make money!"

"This guy, he'll never turn down money!"

Song Kaiyuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then his brows relaxed. He held the phone, silent for several seconds. Then, Song Kaiyuan suddenly laughed, "Hahaha! You little rascal!"

In that laughter, there was admiration, helplessness, and a hint of indescribable emotion: "Good lad... good lad..."

Then Song Kaiyuan gently shook his head: "Alright, since you have an idea, then we'll do it your way. But Chen Yang, remember one thing—"

His tone turned serious: "That guy surnamed Zhao is no pushover. Be careful when dealing with him."

Chen Yang hummed in agreement: "Don't worry, Master, I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Song Kaiyuan leaned back in his chair, staring at the gray sky outside the window, remaining motionless for a long time.

This kid is really bold, daring to ask someone surnamed Zhao to do things for him. But thinking about it carefully, what he said makes sense.

No matter how capable Zhao is, he's only after money. If Chen Yang can help him make money, why shouldn't he help him?

Thinking of this, Song Kaiyuan suddenly smiled. This kid in the shirt is even more shrewd than he was when he was young.

In Jiangcheng, at Chen Yang's parents' home, the living room was warmly lit, but the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Chen Yang sat on the sofa, with Fang Ziwei beside him, their hands clasped tightly together. Across from them sat Chen Yang's parents, his father, Chen Guohua, with a grave expression on his face.

On another single sofa next to her sat Fang Ziwei's father, Fang Zhenguo, the secretary of the Jiangcheng Municipal Party Committee, drinking tea while looking at Fang Ziwei.

“Xiao Wei,” Fang Zhenguo said slowly, his voice low, “it’s not appropriate for your father to get involved in this matter.”

Fang Ziwei nodded: "Dad, I know."

Fang Zhenguo sighed: "It's not that Dad doesn't want to help, it's just that this matter involves connections in the province."

"The medical supervision system is under the jurisdiction of the province, and the fire protection and taxation systems are also vertical systems. As the municipal party secretary, I am, to put it nicely, the top local leader, but once I get to the provincial level, my words don't carry as much weight."

As he spoke, Fang Zhenguo shook his head helplessly. He paused, and his tone became even more somber: "Moreover, my involvement might actually make things worse. If they find out that Xiaowei is my daughter, they might use this as an excuse to complicate matters further."

Chen Guohua nodded in agreement: "My in-laws are right. This matter cannot be handled through official channels." He turned to Chen Yang, his gaze scrutinizing him: "Chen Yang, what do you plan to do?"

Chen Yang leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest, his expression calm: "Dad, I know what I'm doing."

Chen Guohua frowned: "You know what you're talking about? What makes you think what you're talking about? This matter is not simple!"

"The other side is clearly targeting Xiaowei. From the factory shutdown and production stoppage to the raw material suppliers demanding payment, to the workers resigning this afternoon, this series of actions is definitely the work of someone behind the scenes."

Chen Guohua took a deep drag on his cigarette, paused, and then his tone became serious: "Breaking this deadlock will be quite troublesome. Even if you pay the fine and get the factory unsealed this time, there will be other problems later."

"If they can mess with you once, they can mess with you a second time."

Chen Yang's mother listened from the side, then pulled Fang Ziwei's hand and slapped her thigh: "What are you afraid of! At worst, we can just give up this factory!"

She took Fang Ziwei's hand, her voice full of concern: "Xiaowei, don't be afraid! It's just a factory shutdown, right? We'll get the machines back and find a place to reopen as soon as possible!"

"It's not like we're short of money! As long as you're willing to do it, open ten or eight accounts at once, and let's see how they try to shut us down!"

Fang Ziwei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Mom, then wouldn't I become a spendthrift daughter-in-law?"

Chen Yang's mother puffed out her chest and said confidently, "What's there to be afraid of! It's not like we're short of money! This isn't about squandering money, it's about not spoiling them!"

She pointed at Chen Yang, her tone full of disdain: "When it comes to being wasteful, Chen Yang is the real spendthrift!"

“Look at him, he’s never home, he’s always tinkering with those old antiques, buying and selling them, I don’t know how much he’s made or how much he’s spent.”

"I didn't even dare to ask. Just hearing the price made my heart pound. I was afraid I'd have a heart attack!"

Chen Yang chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that his mother really didn't care about him at all!

He couldn't help but say, "Mom, it's not easy for me to earn money, you know? Please feel sorry for me!"

Chen Yang's mother rolled her eyes at him: "You think it's not easy for you to earn money? Those antiques of yours, you bought them for a few dollars, a dozen dollars, or even a few hundred dollars, and sold them for millions. You call that not easy?"

"I think it's easier for you than robbing a bank!"

Chen Yang was both amused and exasperated, while Fang Ziwei was laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

Watching this scene, Fang Zhenguo suddenly felt a pang of emotion. Although this mother-in-law spoke bluntly, she was genuinely good to Xiaowei. With such a family as her in-laws, he could rest assured that his daughter would marry into their family.

Chen Guohua waved his hand, interrupting their banter: "Alright, alright, let's get down to business." He looked at Chen Yang with a scrutinizing gaze: "Kid, what exactly is your idea? Tell us, and we'll discuss it together."

Chen Yang's smile faded, and his expression turned serious: "Dad, I have a way to solve this."

Chen Guohua raised an eyebrow: "What method? Tell us so we can feel at ease. Stop always coming up with ideas, always coming up with ideas!"

Chen Yang didn't answer directly, but asked, "Dad, do you know who's behind Zhou Yongnian at Kangjian Medical?"

Chen Guohua was taken aback: "Who?"

Chen Yang said a name, and Chen Guohua's expression changed slightly, while Fang Zhenguo was also taken aback.

Chen Yang looked at his family and slowly said, "Zhou Yongnian is so arrogant because he relies on that person."

Chen Guohua stubbed out his cigarette, his brows furrowing instantly. "Then we're even more doomed! What can you do about someone so important?"

Chen Yang chuckled, picked up his water glass and took a sip. "Dad, think about it, they dare to be so bold because they think the medical supervision department is directly under the jurisdiction of the province!"

"But don't they have anyone above them who's in charge?" Chen Yang chuckled, tapping the table with his finger. "If they expose this, won't someone still hold them accountable?"

Chen Guohua looked at him, remaining silent for several seconds. Then, he nodded: "Alright, since you're confident, then we'll do it your way. But Chen Yang—"

"You'd better be careful. I've heard of that guy; he's not someone to mess with."

Chen Yang nodded: "Dad, I know."

Fang Zhenguo spoke up from the side: "Chen Yang, if you need me to do anything, just say the word. Although I can't do it in person, I can still help you out in secret."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Dad, don't worry. Don't interfere in this matter, I'll handle it myself."

Fang Zhenguo looked at him, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. This son-in-law, although he usually seemed carefree and irresponsible, was really reliable when it mattered.

The next afternoon, Chen Yang was in his room talking to Fang Ziwei. Since the factory had already stopped production, Chen Yang simply gave all the workers a day off, but still paid them their full wages! Anyone can stay home and relax!

As the two were talking, Chen Yang's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID; he didn't recognize the number, but it was from Beijing. A smile appeared on his lips.

Chen Yang pressed the call button and said impatiently, "Hello, who is this?"