End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Three days later, the atmosphere in the family meeting room was solemn.

Teng Junze's uncle Teng Sheng was dressed in a brocade robe and had a smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the calculation in his eyes.

He spoke eloquently and proposed a plan that seemed to be beneficial to the development of the family - expanding overseas trade and monopolizing rare spices.

The plan was written in such a fantastic way that many elders nodded their heads.

Teng Sheng secretly glanced at Teng Junze, and seeing that he looked calm, he sneered in his heart.

This plan seems good, but it actually contains traps.

Overseas trade involves huge risks and requires enormous capital. Once it fails, it can bring down the entire family.

He deliberately made the plan ambiguous, omitting all the key details, just waiting for Teng Junze to raise questions so that he could take the opportunity to attack and suppress him.

In the conference room, everyone was waiting for Teng Junze's reaction.

Some elders who supported Teng Sheng had already started whispering, waiting to see Teng Junze make a fool of himself.

Master Wang frowned, feeling worried.

He understood Teng Junze's intelligence, but he also understood Teng Sheng's insidiousness and cunningness.

In this game, if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

Thousands of miles away, the hustle and bustle of the modern city has nothing to do with Fan Mengmeng.

She was staring at the screen of her mobile phone, which displayed news from ancient times - Teng Junze was facing a family challenge.

Fan Mengmeng's heart was in a knot. She knew that although Teng Junze was smart, he was under tremendous pressure facing so many conspiracies and tricks.

She felt sorry for him, but was powerless to do anything.

I can only pray silently, hoping that he can get through this difficult time safely.

"Mengmeng, what are you looking at?" The best friend's voice suddenly rang out, scaring Fan Mengmeng.

She quickly turned off her phone and forced a smile: "Nothing, just some news." She didn't want to make her friends worry, and she didn't want to expose her secret.

Back in ancient times, Teng Junze remained silent, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound.

He had already seen through Teng Sheng's scheme, but the plan seemed flawless on the surface, and he had to find solid evidence to refute it.

Seeing that Teng Junze was still silent, Teng Sheng felt proud and said with a hint of provocation, "Nephew Junze, what do you think of my plan? If you have any good ideas, please share them with us so that we can discuss them together."

Teng Junze slowly raised his head, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "Uncle's plan is indeed... refreshing." He paused, his eyes sweeping over the group present. "It's just that I, nephew, still have some... immature ideas."

The smile on Teng Junze's lips deepened, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"The overseas trade you mentioned, uncle, does have great prospects, but the risks are like deep-sea reefs. A little carelessness can lead to shipwreck and loss of life." He paused, his voice clear and powerful, like the clash of metal and stone. "Although the spice trade is lucrative, long-distance transportation is expensive, and the climate at sea is unpredictable, posing a huge risk of cargo damage. More importantly," he said, looking directly at Teng Sheng, "uncle seems to have overlooked one point: can our country's current maritime power guarantee the safety of merchant ships?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the enthusiasm in everyone's hearts.

Teng Junze's uncle, Teng Sheng, had a pale expression on his face, suppressing his anger: "Nephew Junze, are you questioning the strength of our family?"

"Nephew, I dare not," Teng Junze said calmly. "I'm just discussing the matter. I'm not opposed to overseas trade, but I believe we should proceed step by step, consolidating our existing industries and developing the domestic market. When the time is right, we can gradually expand overseas." He calmly produced another business plan. "This is the development strategy I've drafted. It's centered around intensive cultivation and diversified operations. We'll steadily and steadily enhance our family's strength."

This plan combines the modern corporate strategy knowledge provided by Fan Mengmeng, with detailed content, accurate data and clear logic.

The eyes of the young people present lit up as they listened. They had never seen such a novel and practical business strategy.

Some elders who originally supported Teng Sheng could not help but start to rethink.

Teng Sheng's face turned pale. He didn't expect that Teng Junze was already prepared and so confident.

He glared fiercely at Li Moushi beside him and whispered, "Waste!"

Li Moushi's eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.

He leaned close to Teng Sheng's ear and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, Teng Sheng's expression gradually relaxed, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After the meeting, Teng Sheng immediately sent someone to contact Lord Zhang in the court.

Mr. Zhang has always had dealings with the Teng family and has always wanted to gain benefits from the family struggle.

After receiving Teng Sheng's letter, he immediately understood.

The next day, Lord Zhang put pressure on the Teng family in the name of the court, claiming that Teng Junze's plan was too radical and might affect the court's trust in the Teng family.

As soon as the news came out, the conservative forces in the family were immediately shaken. They accused Teng Junze of disregarding the overall situation and acting rashly.

In the conference room, Teng Junze looked solemn in the face of everyone's doubts.

Teng Sheng looked at him triumphantly, as if he had already seen his defeat.

"Nephew Junze," Teng Sheng said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Do you have anything else to say?" Teng Junze took a deep breath, his eyes firm...

Teng Junze looked around, and faces that were either indifferent or sarcastic came into view. The pressure was like a mountain, pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.

At this moment, Fan Mengmeng's brilliant smile appeared in his mind, and her clear eyes were full of trust and encouragement.

A warm feeling surged in his heart, he clenched his fists, and his eyes rekindled his fighting spirit.

Thousands of miles away in a modern city, Fan Mengmeng was staring at an ancient painting on her mobile phone screen. The painting was the mansion where Teng Junze lived.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that he could survive this crisis safely.

The atmosphere in the Teng family's meeting room was tense.

The supporters of Teng Junze and his uncle Teng Sheng were clearly divided into two major camps.

Teng Junze's ally, Master Wang, argued forcefully, his spit flying. "Junze's plan may be novel, but it's not fanciful! He combines advanced business concepts with a steady and cautious approach—the best strategy for the long-term development of our family! Could it be that the elders would rather remain complacent than explore new possibilities?!"

"Master Wang, don't exaggerate!" A white-haired elder slammed the table. "Junze is just a young boy, still wet behind the ears. How can he take on such a heavy responsibility? The plan he proposed is too radical. If it fails, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"That's right, that's right!" another elder echoed, "We are all concerned about the future of our family. We can't let this kid mess around!"

Seeing this, Teng Sheng showed a smug smile.

He looked around and said in a low, powerful voice, "What the elders say is absolutely right! Junze's plan is too risky. We absolutely cannot take this risk! For the stability and prosperity of the family, I propose that I temporarily take over the position of head of the family and handle family affairs!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the conference room suddenly exploded.

The elders who supported Teng Sheng cheered, while Teng Junze's supporters were indignant. The two sides argued endlessly and the scene was in chaos.

Teng Junze stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyes sharp. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, a servant rushed in in a panic, his face pale and his voice trembling: "Master... Master, something terrible has happened!..." He swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with fear, "...The court... The court has sent people..."

Before the servant could finish his words, Lord Zhang rushed in aggressively with a group of soldiers.

He was dressed in official uniform, with a serious expression on his face. His sharp eyes swept over everyone, finally landing on Teng Junze.

"Teng Junze, do you admit your guilt?"

Teng Junze's expression remained unchanged. He replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "What do you mean, Master Zhang? What crime have I committed?"

Lord Zhang sneered, "You colluded with foreign businessmen and secretly sold banned items from the imperial court. The evidence is irrefutable. Do you still want to deny it now?" He waved his hand, and the officers and soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward and surrounded Teng Junze.

Seeing this, Teng Sheng was secretly delighted, but pretended to be heartbroken on the surface: "Junze, how could you do such a treasonous thing! Where do you put your family? Where do you put the court!" He secretly winked at Li Moushi, who understood and immediately fanned the flames: "Elders, Teng Junze's actions have seriously damaged the reputation of the family! We must punish him severely and set an example for others!"

Some of the clan elders who were originally wavering, when they saw the court officials personally come forward to testify against Teng Junze, also turned against him and joined the ranks of condemnation.

Teng Junze's supporters were outraged, but they were powerless to change the situation.

Zhao, the maid, hid in a corner, watching all this with a barely perceptible sneer on her lips. She quickly passed the situation here to Teng Sheng.

Thousands of miles away, Fan Mengmeng saw the words "privately selling banned items of the imperial court" displayed on her mobile phone screen and immediately understood Teng Junze's situation.

She immediately turned on her computer and began searching for relevant historical information.

In the conference room, Teng Junze remained calm despite the accusations from everyone.

He looked around and suddenly a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master Zhang, you claim I'm selling banned items. Do you have any evidence?"

Lord Zhang snorted coldly, "We've caught you red-handed, and you still want to quibble! Come here, present the evidence!" An officer came out and walked up to Lord Zhang holding a wooden box.

Mr. Zhang opened the wooden box, and inside were several strangely shaped stones.

"What is this?" someone in the crowd asked.

Master Zhang pointed at the stone and shouted, "This is the imperially banned item that Teng Junze is secretly selling—flint! This stone is extremely flammable. If it were to become available to the public, the consequences would be disastrous!"

Teng Junze looked at the stone in the box, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Master Zhang, are you sure this is flint?" He slowly walked to the wooden box, picked up a stone, and threw the stone into the brazier in the astonished eyes of everyone... "If this is flint, it should be burning now." Teng Junze's voice was low and powerful, echoing in the silent conference hall.

The stones in the brazier didn't move at all.

Teng Junze turned to look at Master Zhang, his eyes cold: "Now, it's my turn to ask you, Master Zhang, do you have anything else to say?"