Mr. Gu's wife is a little naughty

Beichen felt Hong Dancheng's sharp gaze, and his heart shuddered, then a wry smile crossed his face. He walked to the table, removed his sunglasses, and bowed deeply to the crowd. "Uncle Hong, you're really wronging me. I was indeed delayed today by some unexpected matters, and it was absolutely not my intention to neglect you elders. I will drink three cups as a punishment to express my apology to all of you uncles."

Beichen finished speaking, and he tilted his head slightly, casting a penetrating look at the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard immediately understood, quickly picked up the bottle of red wine on the table, and poured a glass for Beichen.

Beichen picked up the wine glass, and the deep red liquid swayed gently in the glass. He tilted the glass slightly, gestured to everyone present, then tilted his head back, and the wine in the glass slid into his throat like a thread, as if carrying an indescribable solemnity and depth.

The bodyguard poured him another drink. This time, Lin Dawei, who was sitting next to him, finally couldn't suppress his inner irritation. He frowned, and his voice was a little unhappy: "Beichen, let's forget about these empty formalities. Just tell us directly, why did you come here today? What's the matter?"

Upon hearing this, Beichen's smile didn't fade, but instead deepened. He gently put down his glass and slowly returned to his seat, ready to begin explaining the true intention behind this glass of wine.

"Wait a minute!" Hong Dancheng suddenly called out, interrupting Beichen as he was about to sit down. His gaze held a hint of disdain and arrogance, as if he were scrutinizing an insignificant figure. "You know, those gathered here are all the leaders of the five major Fanjiang Groups, renowned and respected. How can you, a junior, just sit here casually?"

Li Toyota also echoed and nodded in agreement. Tian Zhenyuan sat there expressionless, seemingly lost in thought, oblivious to the current dispute, but also nodded silently.

Beichen felt an indescribable rage well up in his heart, but he knew he couldn't lose his composure at this moment. He took a deep breath, forcing his anger down. A sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth, but his voice was surprisingly calm. "Seniors, although I am young, today's matter concerns the honor of our family. I must discuss this with you personally. Please allow me to sit down and explain in detail."

After saying this, he ignored everyone's reactions and sat down. At this moment, despite being under pressure from those in high positions, he appeared resolute and calm, as if supported by an unyielding force.

Hong Dancheng remained silent, but sneered coldly from his nose, then turned around and no longer paid any attention to the man.

Beichen was patient, his signature gentle smile plastered on his face. He looked around and saw that everyone was expressionless. Then he slowly spoke, "I've invited all of you here today because I have an important matter concerning the future of Fanjiang's business community that I need to discuss with you. This matter is of great importance and has far-reaching implications. I, your nephew, feel it's necessary to speak candidly with you all."

Li Toyota's eyes were full of confusion. He turned to Tian Zhenyuan beside him, only to see that the latter also had a frown on his face, and was obviously confused as well.

"Hmph, you actually dare to talk about Fan Jiang's future direction. What insights can you, a mediocre person who is addicted to beauty, have?" Hong Dancheng's tone was full of obvious disdain and anger. Since Beichen stepped into this room, there has been no smile on his face.

Beichen lowered his eyes, staring intently at the wine glass in his hand, forcibly suppressing the rage surging within him. He gently raised his glass, took a sip, and spoke slowly, "To be honest, uncles, I've recently developed a strong interest in a stretch of mudflats near the coast. Originally, I was planning to build a modern cargo terminal there, but I didn't expect this already agreed-upon project to be snatched away by someone else at the last minute."

"In Fanjiang, there are actually people who dare to compete with you for business?" Lin Dawei widened his eyes and looked at Beichen with a bit of teasing.

The atmosphere around them seemed to freeze at this moment, and the faces of others were also filled with confusion and curiosity.

Beichen smiled calmly, met Lin Dawei's gaze, and said calmly: "Uncle Lin, what you said is a bit biased. Although the Beiming Group is large, it is not omnipotent in the underworld of Fanjiang."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over everyone present, and continued, "I wonder if you uncles have noticed that an investment company called Mingyi Capital has quietly emerged in Fanjiang City recently."

"Mingyi Capital?" Li Toyota frowned slightly and turned to Tian Zhenyuan, while Hong Dancheng also looked over curiously.

A trace of surprise appeared on Tian Zhenyuan's chubby face. He quickly waved his hands and said with a smile, "Don't look at me. I don't know what this Mingyi Capital is."

Beichen ignored their reactions. His gaze was as firm as a rock as he continued, "This Mingyi Capital isn't native to Fanjiang. It's registered in Siam, and it's only recently emerged in this part of Fanjiang." He stood up and walked steadily towards Tian Zhenyuan. He gently picked up the bottle of red wine from the table and poured a touch of crimson wine into the glass in front of Tian Zhenyuan. Then, he approached the others one by one.

"And their first move here was to seize my tidal flats. That piece of wasteland, once unclaimed and worth only a billion, was driven up to a staggering 2.5 billion thanks to their manipulation."

Beichen walked leisurely, talking and laughing, waving his fingers gently, filling the glasses of red wine for every guest present.

"25 billion?" Hong Dancheng couldn't help but gasp when he heard the figure, his voice filled with shock. "This...what kind of courage and financial resources does this take?"

"Are you referring to that mudflat? The seemingly barren land in the east fishing village?" Lin Dawei frowned and asked in confusion.

Beichen nodded slightly to express his affirmation.

"I've heard a little about that piece of land," Hong Dancheng pondered for a moment before speaking slowly. "Honestly, I think 10 billion is overpriced for that place. If I were to make a move, I could easily get it for 5 million." He was the one who knew the real estate industry best. "Logically speaking, you Bei Ming guys shouldn't have failed."

Beichen smiled bitterly, "But I just lost this piece of land in my hands."