"Oh? If it has nothing to do with me, then what about my shares?"
Li Chonglou wasn't angry upon hearing this. Instead, he said lightly, "Where is Wang Dehai? Have him come out and see me."
He had heard about this matter from his senior sister.
The specific details were still unclear.
However, Desheng Hotel was founded by Wang Dehai. Now that Wang Jingwu was the chairman, where had Wang Dehai gone?
That brute, although crude in personality, was actually extremely meticulous.
And he was full of jianghu spirit.
Li Chonglou felt that unless it was an absolute last resort, Wang Dehai wouldn't betray him.
He had this much confidence.
Seeing that Li Chonglou wasn't pursuing him, but instead inquiring about Wang Dehai, Wang Jingwu's courage increased significantly.
Thinking that he had the backing of that person from Yong'an, what was there to fear from a mere son-in-law, and a bankrupt one at that.
His tone couldn't help but become a little tougher: "Looking for Wang Dehai? Go look under the bridge, why are you coming to me?"
"Li Chonglou, I'm speaking to you nicely. Your shares have already been transferred to my name."
"It's all legal and legitimate. Whether you admit it or not, Desheng Hotel now belongs to me alone."
"You're welcome to come for tea, but if you want to cause trouble, don't blame me for calling the police!"
Li Chonglou's lips curved into a cold smile. "Calling the police?"
"You people only turn to the law when your own interests are threatened."
"When harming others, you disregard the existence of the law."
"Wang Dehai is your own uncle, who supported you wholeheartedly, and yet you've driven him out of his home."
"I'm very curious, is it a beast's soul that inhabits your body?"
The moment he heard Wang Jingwu mention Wang Dehai's whereabouts, he had secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As he had expected, Wang Dehai had not been involved in the betrayal.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up sleeping under a flyover.
This scumbag Wang Jingwu, repaying kindness with enmity, didn't even spare his own uncle.
"Li Chonglou!" Wang Jingwu, flushed with anger, cursed, "Don't think I'm afraid of you. I'm giving you an inch and you're taking a mile."
"This is no longer a time when you can do as you please."
"I advise you to be sensible and get out now, or I'll make sure you regret it."
As he spoke, he took out his phone.
In front of Li Chonglou, he dialed the bald guy's number.
The bald guy was his contact person from Yong'an.
He heard that he was an underground boxing promoter, someone even old ruffians like Wang Dehai couldn't afford to offend.
What was someone like Li Chonglou compared to him?
Unfortunately, the call kept ringing, but no one answered.
Wang Jingwu's face turned from red to pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was clearly very anxious.
His backer wasn't answering the phone. What was going on?
"Are you looking for that underground boxer?" Just then, Li Chonglou spoke. "He's currently in the emergency room, getting treatment for fractures."
"If you want to see him, I can give you a free ride."
He said this as if he were reminiscing with an old friend, without any hint of anger.
But to Wang Jingwu, it was like a thunderclap.
His mind went blank, and he couldn't even hold the phone steadily. It slipped from his grasp with a clatter, and the screen shattered.
His face turned from pale to ashen, his eyes filled with panic.
No…
This was impossible. Wasn't the bald guy very influential, with dozens of boxers under him? How could someone like Li Chonglou have beaten him into the hospital?
He knew Li Chonglou. Although he had changed drastically recently, going from a coward to an arrogant individual.
But he had never shown any extraordinary martial prowess.
How could this be possible?
Seeing Li Chonglou sitting in his chair, a half-smile on his face, Wang Jingwu's heart sank completely.
But he didn't want to show any panic in front of Li Chonglou, so he could only forcibly suppress his shock.
He shouted with feigned ferocity, "Do you think the bald guy is my only backer?"
"Li Chonglou, if you leave now, I won't hold you accountable for the humiliation you've subjected me to. Otherwise, you'll regret it!"
"Xiao Li has already gone to get someone. When Young Master Wu arrives, let's see how arrogant you can be!"
As he spoke, he retreated towards the door.
He had asked his secretary to go out just now, believing she knew what to do.
At this moment, Young Master Wu was attending a banquet in the hotel.
As soon as he arrived, with his influence and connections, Li Chonglou would no longer be able to act so brazenly.
Wang Jingwu's calculations were running like clockwork.
Li Chonglou watched his movements with cold eyes, making no move to stop him.
Qin Province was only so big; where could Wang Jingwu run to?
He wasn't here today to kill Wang Jingwu; he wasn't qualified for that yet.
It was just that the investment money and shares couldn't be given to him for free.
He would have no time to manage this antique-themed hotel in the future, so it would be useless to get it back.
Furthermore, when Li Hanlong was alive, by some unknown means, he had quietly transferred his shares to Wang Jingwu.
In the eyes of the law, Wang Jingwu was the legitimate owner.
Even if he beat him up and broke a leg to vent his anger, what good would it do?
A few million, given to him as medical expenses?
Too cheap!
Li Chonglou's current goal was to force Wang Jingwu to reveal all his trump cards, and then crush them one by one in front of him, making him understand that he was merely a clown.
Those who take what belongs to others and don't return it will suffer a fate worse than death.
Tap, tap, tap…
Just then, the sound of a secretary's high heels could be heard from the corridor outside.
It was accompanied by the hurried footsteps of several people.
Wang Jingwu's eyes lit up, and the panic vanished.
"Li Chonglou, you're dead!"
As he spoke, several fierce-looking burly men, surrounding a young man in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, rushed into the office, led by the secretary.
Before they had even entered, a shrill voice could be heard shouting, "Who the hell has the nerve to cause trouble in my friend's hotel..."
Before he finished speaking, the young man's eyes met Li Chonglou's.
The rest of his words were instantly choked back, his eyes widening in terror. Without a word, he turned to flee.
Unfortunately, he had forgotten that there were people behind him. He stumbled into the chest of one of the burly men and was thrown back.
He nearly fell.
He was caught by Wang Jingwu's secretary, Xiao Li, just in time to avoid an embarrassing fall.
This comical scene left Wang Jingwu dumbfounded. "Young Master Wu, what is this..."
"Ah, no... it's nothing. I have something else to do, I'll be leaving now..." The young man, with his shrill voice and evasive eyes.
Just then, Li Chonglou said lightly, "Wu Zhijie, looking at your complexion, your body seems to have improved after losing your manhood."
The young man before him was none other than Wu Zhijie, the rich second generation whose reproductive organs he had chopped up in a fit of rage at the KTV.
For that incident, he had paid one million, which his senior sister had covered.
And then there were no further repercussions.
He didn't know how his senior sister had handled it, but the Wu family hadn't dared to trouble him.
He hadn't expected to encounter this guy again at Desheng.
It seemed that the trauma from that kick was lifelong for him.
Seeing him immediately turn to flee.
It was like a rabbit seeing a tiger.
"Young Master Wu... do you... know each other? What's going on?" Wang Jingwu's face changed drastically upon hearing this, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
Wu Zhijie turned back at the sound of his voice, his face flushed with anger, his eyes fixed venomously on Li Chonglou.
The fear in his eyes gradually gave way to anger.
It was because of this person that he had gone from being a man to something neither man nor ghost.
Even the most advanced technology couldn't restore his former vigor.
He hated Li Chonglou to the core every moment of his life, but his parents, for the sake of their official positions, wouldn't allow him to seek revenge.
As time passed, he had also come to realize that Li Chonglou must have some influential figure backing him.
Otherwise, how could such a major incident be resolved by simply keeping quiet?
Gradually, his desire for revenge faded.
But he hadn't expected to run into him again today, and that this bastard Li Chonglou still dared to mock him.
How could he tolerate this!
So, gritting his teeth, he shouted sternly, "Li Chonglou, don't think I'm afraid of you!"
"Believe it or not, I'll take you down with me!"
Li Chonglou slowly shook his head. "I don't believe you."
These two simple words were no less insulting to Wu Zhijie than his previous words.
"I... if I don't cripple you today, my surname isn't Wu. Get him, kill him!" Wu Zhijie's eyes turned red, and anger surged in his heart. He gritted his teeth and decided to disregard his parents.
The burly men behind him didn't understand, but seeing Young Master Wu so enraged, they naturally couldn't stand by.
They all rushed towards Li Chonglou.
Bang!
Before they could reach him, the entire office desk flew and smashed onto them,
Crushing them underneath and causing them to wail.
Wang Jingwu was greatly alarmed. Before he could even speak, he felt a blur in his vision as Li Chonglou's face appeared before him.
One hand gripped his shoulder, applying gentle pressure.
"Ah..." He immediately let out a pained scream.
Li Chonglou's hand was like a giant iron clamp, about to crush his shoulder bone.
"I have some bad news for you. Li Hanlong is dead." Li Chonglou first glared at Wu Zhijie, scaring him so much that he sat down on the ground with a plop.
Then he looked at Wang Jingwu leisurely and said, "I'll give you two options. One, return the money I invested, then return the shares to your uncle and personally invite him back."
"The other option is that I report you to the public security bureau as an accomplice of Li Hanlong in smuggling a large number of cultural relics, which would warrant at least a life sentence."
"Choose yourself!"
It wasn't just villains who framed others; methods were neither good nor bad, it depended on who they were used against.
For dealing with a scoundrel like Wang Jingwu, the dirtier the trick, the better.
As expected, upon hearing this, Wang Jingwu's face turned ashen, and his whole body trembled.
He had no idea what Li Hanlong did. He only knew that he was very influential and powerful, and even the bald guy was his subordinate.
But Li Chonglou said he was smuggling cultural relics and would expose him as an accomplice.
Although it was said to be a life sentence, it was equivalent to a death sentence for him.
He had heard how terrifying prison was. Once he went in, his life would be completely over.
Compared to that, what was Desheng Hotel?
Wang Jingwu, with his soul departed from his body, begged with a face full of terror, "I choose the first one!"
"I'll bring my uncle back right now, and I'll return everything to you."
"Li Chonglou, for the sake of my uncle, please spare me..."
"I was forced into dealing with you. Otherwise, the bald guy would have killed me..."
Wang Jingwu, with a snotty nose and tears streaming down his face, tried to play the victim to evoke pity from Li Chonglou.
Unfortunately, he had misjudged the man.
Li Chonglou's heart had long since turned to stone towards scoundrels like him.
With a flash of cold light in his eyes, he took out his bank card and said, "I don't want anything, only money. Transfer it!"