As the old saying goes, good news never travels far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The news that Wang Zhuo had gotten into a brawl at a bar in Sanlitun, the capital, had already reached Jiangzhou within just one day, even reaching Qin Xue’s ears.

When reporting this news to his superior, Pi Shaochong couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation. Everyone knew Wang Zhuo loved stirring up trouble; he had only been quiet for a few days before going off to cause a ruckus in Beijing!

Qin Xue also felt a headache coming on after hearing the news: "Tao Haitong? Isn't that Tao Zheng's son?" "He's Tao Zheng's second son.

The third son, Tao Qian, was also there; word is he was so scared he soiled his pants," Pi Shaochong said, rubbing the corner of his mouth to suppress a smile. "This is utter madness!" Qin Xue said, torn between laughter and exasperation, and asked gravely, "What about the Old Man?

Has he heard the news?" Pi Shaochong shook his head, "I'm not sure yet. Shall I call Brother Ping to ask?" "Do it.

Call him now," Qin Xue nodded helplessly. Pi Shaochong stepped aside to make the call.

Qin Xue casually picked up the mouse on his desk, opened a search engine, and pulled up the relevant information on Fuyeda Group and Tao Zheng’s resume. His brow gradually furrowed.

Fuyeda was a multinational conglomerate with assets exceeding thirty billion US dollars, the largest contract electronics manufacturer on the mainland, and simultaneously the world's largest in that sector. It employed over a million people, with annual export volumes reaching a hundred billion dollars.

Tao Zheng was the founder of Fuyeda and still held the helm. His eldest son, Tao Kewen, started the business alongside him.

The family assets exceeded fifty billion RMB, making them bona fide tycoons. Behind Fuyeda loomed the figure of a former national leader who had recently retired to a secondary role.

Furthermore, the group maintained very close relationships with several local power factions, meaning their influence was not to be underestimated. And yet, that reckless fool Wang Zhuo had beaten up Fuyeda's second son without asking any questions, and he did it in front of hundreds of people.

This was a feud made in stone! In reality, the information Qin Xue received from Pi Shaochong was incomplete; he was unaware of the gun incident, for instance.

Although the truth couldn't be hidden forever, Qin Xue, being "young and successful," benefited from his youth in his ascent, but this was also a fatal weakness in terms of accumulated resources and connections. This lack of breadth in his intelligence network, especially concerning the multifaceted forces in the capital, meant he was often out of the loop.

Thus, he didn't know that Tao Haitong had used a gun, nor that Tao Qian required reconstructive surgery after losing a patch of scalp. This information asymmetry prevented him from correctly judging the trajectory of the incident, unaware that Tao Haitong was already hesitant, intimidated by Wang Zhuo!

While Qin Xue was wrestling with the problem, Pi Shaochong returned from his call. "Old Master Qin already knows.

He only had three words of comment: 'Serves him right for hitting them.'" Qin Xue was speechless, exchanging a bitter smile with his personal secretary, Pi Shaochong. The saying about old men being like big children was clearly true; Wang Zhuo had caused such a disaster, and the Old Master was actually quite pleased.

He truly didn't know what to say about him. "Speaking of this Wang Zhuo..." Qin Xue tapped his desktop with his finger and sighed, asking his secretary, "Why won't he ever grow up?

He's in his twenties, and he's still constantly fighting and killing. He never seems to have a moment of peace." "Young people are full of vitality," Pi Shaochong chose his words carefully and smiled, "If he didn't have this drive and boldness, he probably wouldn't have achieved what he has now." "That’s true," Qin Xue nodded slowly.

In his heart, he thought the same as Pi Shaochong, but hearing someone else confirm it deepened his own assessment. A leader needed to gather diverse opinions before making decisions, after all.

Suddenly remembering something, Qin Xue casually asked, "How is that 'De-Agent' thing he started doing?" As the top leader of the municipality of Jiangzhou, Qin Xue held a lofty position, with a very real chance of being selected for the Standing Committee in the next term—the core circle of central governance. Logically, someone of his stature shouldn't concern himself with the promotion progress of a single product.

Great leaders are high up, burdened with countless responsibilities, with no leisure time for such minor matters. But if this matter was something Wang Zhuo was pushing, even if it was just "fooling around," or a whim he picked up on a whim, Qin Xue still felt it necessary to inquire.

After all, despite his youth, everything Wang Zhuo had done over the past few years had been significant, especially his extraordinary business acumen, which even Qin Xue anticipated might bring another surprise someday. "I don't know much about that project; Wan Jun knows the details better," Pi Shaochong replied.

Qin Xue waved his hand dismissively, "Tell me what you know. By the time Wan Jun gets back, I might have already forgotten about it." Just then, speaking of the devil, the small LED light on the phone on Qin Xue’s desk lit up—a signal that Xiao Wanjun had returned to his desk.

The two exchanged a knowing smile. Qin Xue pressed the intercom button on the phone, calling in Xiao Wanjun to report on the recent status of the "New Life" beauty chain.

It turned out that in the recent period, He Ye and Xu Chu had fully entered the workflow. And these two had made astonishing moves: He Ye, utilizing connections through Xu Chu's grandfather, Xu Xinhang, had opened channels in Japan and South Korea, reaching the final stages of negotiation, and was about to expand the market overseas.

"He Ye? Isn't she the girl who was almost raped during the Yang Feng incident?" Qin Xue asked, surprised.

"Yes, that's her," Xiao Wanjun confirmed. "This girl is no simple character.

She pulled off such big moves right out of the gate; her business dealings are quite polished. It seems she has some natural talent for commerce." Qin Xue nodded with a knowing half-smile, "I heard Siqing mention her." For someone to be brought up by Qin Siqing at her father's dinner table, she must have been a prominent figure on campus.

Xiao Wanjun recalled the bright young woman he saw when he attended the ribbon-cutting ceremony and felt that Wang Zhuo and she probably had some kind of history. "This Wang Zhuo..." Qin Xue said gravely, suddenly deciding he needed to talk to his wife when he got home, to encourage their daughter to stay clear of this flirtatious rascal!

... At the same time, in the Miaofeng Mountain villa area in the suburbs of Beijing.

Miss Ning Yao, the movie star highly favored by Mrs. Qin Xue, was currently in the kitchen cooking for Wang Zhuo.

It was late morning. Wang Zhuo, Ning Yao, and Ruan Mingqing had chatted until past 2 AM the previous night.

After retiring to their rooms, Wang Zhuo had quietly slipped into Ruan Mingqing’s room for some private time, so they all slept in late. When Wang Zhuo awoke, Ruan Mingqing was still sleeping soundly, her expression peaceful and serene, curled up against him like a languid kitten.

With a casual sweep of his X-ray vision across the villa, Wang Zhuo spotted Ning Yao cooking in the kitchen. A smile touched his lips; he wanted to go over and greet her, but he couldn't bear to disturb Ruan Mingqing’s deep sleep.

Gently brushing the hair away from her lovely face, Wang Zhuo’s fingertips slowly traced along her earlobe, jawline, lips, and the tip of her nose, savoring the beauty of the previous night, the afterglow still lingering. Among Wang Zhuo's many women, Ruan Mingqing was the only one with whom he shared absolutely no relationship based on benefit or gain.

From their first meeting to their intimacy, and then to their close, passionate contact, Ruan Mingqing had never received a single material thing from Wang Zhuo. The body cradled in his arms was soft, full, mature, and perfect.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like congealed fat; her curves were soft, and her waist slender, making it impossible to tell she was the mother of a seven-year-old child, a woman who had given birth. Wang Zhuo couldn't help but feel curious, wondering if Gan Lin and the others would recover as beautifully as Ruan Mingqing after they gave birth.

Thinking of Gan Lin’s chest, so large it required custom-made bras, Wang Zhuo let out an involuntary laugh. He suspected it would be even more astonishing during the lactation period, and perhaps he could benefit from the baby's share and taste the milk then!

His slight smile disturbed the Ruan Mingqing in his arms; her breathing hitched, her body stretched, and she opened her eyes. "What are you smiling about?" she asked, turning her face up to look at him, a smile on her lips.

"I'm feeling quite pleased with myself," Wang Zhuo chuckled wickedly. "So many men like you, but I was the lucky one to get you.

It feels great." "Hmph, there must be even more men who like Ning Yao, right?" Ruan Mingqing pouted. "Then you must be ecstatic?" "I was already ecstatic when I was enjoying your sweet mouth," Wang Zhuo grinned shamelessly.

This was certainly an improper topic, but Ruan Mingqing was confident that, apart from fame, she didn't lose to Ning Yao in any other aspect. Youth, after all, was an advantage; she didn't believe that Ning Yao, once undressed, could maintain the grace of a thirty-year-old face.

"Then tell me, who is better, me or her?" Ruan Mingqing asked with a smile. Wang Zhuo immediately looked troubled.

This was hard to compare; they each had their strengths. "I like you both very much." "Then forget it," Ruan Mingqing abruptly cut him off.

She already regretted asking the question; why bring up something so petty, like a petty rivalry? "Darling," Wang Zhuo said softly, "before we get out of bed, shouldn't we have an awakening service?

See, I'm already quite eager." As he spoke, he shifted his body slightly, and the part of him that had become erect swayed, lightly tapping Ruan Mingqing's thigh twice. "You're just holding it in," Ruan Mingqing let out a soft sound of complaint.

"Stop dreaming up nice things." Seeing her reluctance, Wang Zhuo’s eyes darted around, and he whispered, "It won't be for nothing; there's a reward involved." Ruan Mingqing had already sat up and turned back curiously, asking, "What reward?" Wang Zhuo grinned, reaching over to the bedside, picking up his phone, and shaking it in his hand: "I have some selfies with the Great Movie Queen on here. Want to see them?" ...

In the capital, Wang Zhuo now had three well-known enemies. The first was the Ma family; Wang Zhuo had severely beaten Ma Qiang, causing the Ma family immense public humiliation.

The second was the Yang family; not only had Yang Feng been driven to a state of schizophrenic breakdown by Wang Zhuo’s provocation, but the Yang family had also had a lot of compromising material stolen by Si Yuan’s hacking intrusion, leaving Wang Zhuo holding leverage over them. Now, the third party was the Tao family: the second son, Tao Haitong, was publicly humiliated by Wang Zhuo, and the third son suffered facial injury.

The incident was currently spreading rapidly throughout the capital.