Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Given Qiu Yihe's arrogance, Jiang Cheng was determined not to leave any room for maneuver this time.

We began using the standard teaching model.

Qiu Yihe quickly discovered the problem.

Jiang Cheng was right, so he really had gone easy on him before.

And what about the cooldown time that was mentioned online?

If she had known better, she wouldn't have provoked Jiang Cheng. Now she's the one who's hurt.

Unlike Qiu Yihe's torment, Jiang Cheng genuinely felt that this girl was exceptionally talented.

She's comparable to girls like Zhou Ying and Jiang Churan who study dance.

She handled moves like a back kick that hooked her leg onto Jiang Cheng's shoulder with ease.

However, this girl has a somewhat wild personality.

Occasionally, when he's indignant, he'll kick himself right next to his nose.

Fortunately, Jiang Cheng possessed professional fighting skills.

Instead, he simply kicked her over.

The girl not only missed her target, but was also penetrated in the crotch.

He was beaten so badly he screamed.

After being severely reprimanded by Jiang Cheng, they finally learned their lesson and obediently cooperated.

Around 10 a.m., Jiang Cheng and Qiu Yihe came out of the bedroom and moved to the outer room for breakfast.

Shirley had already prepared the exquisite meal and stood quietly to the side.

By this time, she had already adjusted her mindset.

His cool, expressionless face betrayed no extra emotion.

Only the barely perceptible weariness deep in her eyes betrayed that she hadn't slept well the night before.

This wasn't the first time Xia Li had seen Qiu Yihe; from the moment she came out, she noticed the strangeness in Qiu Yihe's gait.

After looking at it for a few seconds, her eyelids twitched slightly.

The momentary tension in the leg muscles when taking a step, and the subconscious slowing down when sitting down.

He slightly adjusted his center of gravity, and there was a lingering sense of languor mixed with a faint weariness from overexertion between his brows.

These subtle signs were nothing short of a clear "post-war report" to Shirley, who had undergone rigorous training and was exceptionally sensitive to the limits of the human body and changes in condition.

Although the building was well soundproofed, she was, after all, her bodyguard and butler.

Therefore, the permissions to move the device are very broad.

I listened at the door for a long time last night.

After eavesdropping for an hour last night, she eventually lost her composure and ran back to her room.

Even the cold shower couldn't completely extinguish that unfamiliar flame.

In the end, in the darkness and silence, she had to rely on her steady and powerful fingers, which were accustomed to holding guns, to carry out a silent and clumsy "bomb disposal operation".

However, after completing the "homework," the emptiness and deeper restlessness did not disappear; instead, they lurked and were easily ignited at this moment.

Seeing Xia Li busy serving Jiang Cheng, Qiu Yihe couldn't help but speak up halfway through the meal.

"Young Master Jiang is putting on such a grand show for something as simple as having breakfast..."

Jiang Cheng understood her meaning, glanced at Xia Li, and then said, "Xia Li is one of us, you can speak your mind..."

After saying that, he started looking at his phone.

Qiu Yihe naturally realized that Xia Li was not an ordinary maid.

Xia Li had occupational hazards, and so did she.

The way Xia Li arranged the food on the plate just now clearly showed that she was quite skilled.

However, even though they were family, Qiu Yihe was too embarrassed to talk about his relationship with Jiang Cheng in front of Xia Li...

Just as Jiang Cheng suspected, the people in the small group were only just getting up.

Shen An was the first to chime in, immediately posting two photos.

One was a large, messy bed, with faint traces of not belonging to one person.

The other photo shows two slender figures in bathrobes in front of a hotel's floor-to-ceiling window, with the bustling traffic of Kyoto in the morning outside.

Shen An: "Brother Cheng, sorry, sorry, I overslept! Last night... hehe, I had a deep discussion about life ideals and slept a bit too soundly. How's this 'morning exercise' going?"

Wang Zheng: "Shen An, this photo of yours... be careful of kidney failure."

Qin Fen: "Wow, Cheng-ge, you didn't stay up all night last night, did you?"

Shen An: "All night? Impossible. My brother Cheng looks like a self-disciplined good man."

Wang Zheng: "What do you know? Brother Cheng truly loves his wife..."

Wang Congcong: "You bunch of idiots, a good man should be like me, finish his drink and go straight home..."

When they hinted that he had been alone last night, Jiang Cheng scoffed.

I casually took a picture of Qiu Yihe's lower body and sent it to her.

It was then immediately withdrawn.

"You're only eating breakfast now..."

Qin Fen: "I'm so jealous. Isn't that your sister-in-law's hair from last night?"

Wang Zheng: "How many sisters-in-law do I actually have?"

Shen An: "Brother Cheng is awesome!"

Wang Congcong: "Group sex?"

Jiang Cheng: "Go away!"

Shen An: "@Brothers, let's have lunch together and discuss what Brother Cheng mentioned last night?"

Wang Zheng: "I think it's a good idea..."

Qin Fen: No problem...

Wang Congcong: "Send me the address..."

After saying this, Wang Congcong walked towards her father's study...

Wang Jianlin was standing by the window of his study, looking at the scenery outside the courtyard, as usual.

The figure appeared exceptionally serene, even somewhat solemn, in the halo of light. (Empty)

The air is filled with the honey fragrance of top-grade Jin Jun Mei tea, yet it seems unable to suppress an invisible heaviness.

Wang Congcong knocked on the door and came in. His face was not as lazy as usual, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He had clearly been thinking about it seriously all night, but he was still quite excited. "Dad, good morning. There's something important I need to talk to you about."

Wang Jianlin turned around and pointed to the sofa opposite him: "Sit down. Judging from your expression, this doesn't seem like a trivial matter. Tell me about it."

Wang Congcong sat down and cut straight to the point: "Last night I met with Jiang Cheng, Qin Fen, Wang Zheng, Shen An and the others. Jiang Cheng brought up a plan, about... Daheng."

Upon hearing the name "Daheng," Wang Jianlin's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, his gaze suddenly becoming focused, signaling his son to continue.

Wang Congcong sat down, organized his thoughts, and then recounted Jiang Cheng's "Vulture Plan" from the previous night, which involved "precise targeting and quick entry and exit" of Daheng Group's high-quality assets.

At first, Wang Jianlin listened calmly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the warm, smooth purple clay teacup.

However, as Wang Congcong described how to exploit Daheng's debt crisis and how to unite with creditors to lower prices.

When asked how to accurately identify prime locations and high-quality properties, a complex glint flashed in Wang Jianlin's eyes.

Fingers tapped unconsciously on the smooth tabletop, but the gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, looking towards a place that was both distant and near.

There is a scrutiny and evaluation of the business tactics themselves, but deeper down, a slight...cool ripple is stirred.

Daheng, Xu Jiayin.

Once upon a time, he was also a figure who, like him, fought his way out of the tides of the times and stood at the pinnacle.

Daheng's scale, its momentum at its peak, and even some of its aggressive tactics have all attracted attention in the industry.

Having weathered many storms himself, he knows all too well that the larger a company is, the more precarious it is in the face of changing times and policy adjustments.

My own company has also gone through growing pains, and it was only by cutting off one arm to survive that it has reached a relatively stable state today.

Now, I hear my son describing, in a clear and even somewhat eager tone, how to dissect the massive body of Daheng, which has not yet completely sunk, like dissecting a whale fall.

...Wang Jianlin's heart sank for no apparent reason.

"I watched him build his magnificent mansion, I watched him host lavish banquets, I watched his mansion crumble..."

This ancient saying quietly crossed my mind.

It's not about sympathizing with the Xu family; the business world is like a battlefield, where the winner takes all and the loser is condemned—it's inherently cruel.

Rather, it evokes a sense of desolation, a feeling of shared sorrow, and a profound reverence for the cyclical nature and unpredictable nature of the industry.

Such a vast empire, expanding with such speed, how many lives will be swallowed by the shockwaves and tsunamis it will cause when it collapses? Will the next one... be next?

He picked up his teacup, using the rising steam to conceal the momentary daze in his eyes.

When the real estate industry is booming, everyone is eager to join in; but once the trend reverses, it becomes a bitterly cold winter.

Daheng's current predicament is certainly due to its own excessive expansion and high leverage, but isn't it also a microcosm of the changing environment?

As a peer, or even a competitor, seeing a peer of this size about to end in such a "dismembered" manner inevitably evokes complex feelings.