He crossed the hall, reached the private room, and pushed the door open.
The call was from Tang Nian.
"Zhuo Rui Technology is mine, Tang Nian, and I'm taking it. Boss Qing wouldn't refuse, would he?" It was a statement disguised as a question.
"Zhuo Rui Technology is being auctioned by the court. What use is telling me?" Qing Si Huai offered an excuse.
Tang Nian let out a cold snort, "Do you take me, Tang Nian, for a fool, Qing Si Huai? I'll say it again: Zhuo Rui Technology is what I must have. Boss Qing, we're both smart people, why pretend to be ignorant?"
He cut to the chase, "What I, Tang Nian, want, I get."
Facing Tang Nian's threat, Qing Si Huai clenched his phone, grinding his teeth in anger.
What was this?
A cooked duck had flown away.
Whether in business or on the battlefield, strength spoke volumes.
Although Qing Si Huai was the chairman of Song Yu Group, how could Song Yu Group compare to the Tang family?
"That's what they say," Qing Si Huai forced a smile, "but you can't let your little brother work for nothing, can you?"
"Hand over the hostage to me, and I'll bring you into the Donghu New Village project."
Donghu New Village was a major project under the Tang Corporation. Bringing Qing Si Huai into it meant opening doors in the capital.
This generous gift landed squarely in Qing Si Huai's heart, filling him with joy.
"Hahaha, Brother Tang is truly righteous!" His attitude shifted 180 degrees, becoming extremely fawning. "Where are you? I'll deliver that 'mummy' to you right now."
The so-called 'mummy' was Ma Ke, disguised as Meng Jingwei's father.
Beaten and bruised all over, wrapped in white bandages, he was a perfect 'mummy'.
Tang Nian provided an address, and Qing Si Huai immediately called his subordinates, ordering them to send the person away through the back door.
In the living room, Meng Jingwei and the others were still in a stalemate.
Qing Si Huai returned to the living room and waved to the bodyguards, "Alright, put away your guns and let them go."
Zhuo Rui Technology was supposed to be his, but a rival had appeared out of nowhere. He was no match for Tang Nian, so how could he dare to court death by competing with him?
Having given up on Zhuo Rui Technology, keeping Meng Jingwei was also useless.
She was Tang Nian's enemy, and it was better to leave her for Tang Nian to deal with, to avoid trouble.
Qing Si Huai's sudden change of mind made Meng Jingwei realize it was related to that phone call.
A hint of suspicion flickered in her bright eyes, and she glanced meaningfully at Shu Yao, who was sitting in a chair. "Pei Ying, let's go!"
Pei Ying, who was seriously injured, was pale as paper due to significant blood loss and leaned against Meng Jingwei, feeling weak and dizzy.
The bodyguards stepped aside, clearing a path. Meng Jingwei helped Pei Ying, leaving the reception room with difficulty.
As they walked out of the courtyard, Uncle Zhong stepped forward, "Young Madam, let me help you support Pei Ying."
Uncle Zhong was a shrewd man, unwilling to offend either side, seeking to keep his options open.
In the reception room.
The family doctor slowly approached and examined Shu Yao's wound, giving it a simple dressing. "They're all superficial injuries, nothing serious. Just remember to change the dressing promptly and keep it dry."
"Thank you, I've troubled you," Shu Yao said politely.
After seeing off the family doctor, Qing Si Huai stood before Shu Yao and playfully pinched her cheek. "Silly Yao Yao, aren't you afraid that little girl Jingwei will kill you?"
Shu Yao leaned back in her chair, her condition gradually recovering. She shook her head and held Qing Si Huai's hand, "As long as you're here, I'm not afraid."
"You, you, how can I spoil you enough?"
Qing Si Huai tapped her forehead, then bent down, scooped her up from the chair, and headed straight for the private room.