The man who had spoken earlier stood up, cast a dismissive glance at Dong Zihua, and walked towards the conference room door.
Dong Zihua and Ma Peng's faces turned extremely grim. This was clearly a public humiliation for both of them!
"Bang!"
Ma Peng slammed the table abruptly, stood up in anger, and glared at the man, shouting, "You stop right there!"
The man, who had already reached the door, paused and turned to face Ma Peng. "Mr. Ma, why are you so angry? Was everything Mr. Dong just said complete nonsense?"
"You!" Ma Peng pointed at the man, his fury uncontrollable.
Before Ma Peng could unleash his anger, Dong Zihua, seated beside him, waved his hand, signaling Ma Peng to be quiet.
He then turned to the man and asked, "Boss, are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Huangfu family?"
Hiss!
These words made many people present gasp.
They were just small business owners involved in foreign trade or export. How could they dare to make an enemy of the Huangfu family? That would be no different from seeking death.
"Heh heh, Mr. Dong, business is about mutual consent. What you're doing now, what's the difference from being a bandit?" the man questioned Dong Zihua.
Dong Zihua responded coldly, "Haven't you heard the saying, if you're not a friend, you're an enemy?"
"I believe everyone here should be aware of what has been happening at the South China ports recently. A group of bandits has seized other ports in South China, and now, only Fengyu's port remains."
"However, I want to tell everyone here that those people will ultimately meet a dead end. My trip to Fengyu this time is not just to meet with all of you, but more importantly, to cooperate with Mr. Ma. From now on, Mr. Ma's backing will be the Huangfu family."
This statement once again surprised everyone present. They had never expected Ma Peng to align himself with the Huangfu family.
The anger on Ma Peng's face vanished at this moment. He looked at the man at the door with a mocking expression. "Are you still thinking of leaving now?"
For a moment, everyone's gaze fell upon the man.
The man, however, smiled calmly. "A loser who flees in defeat, even with the Huangfu family's help, don't forget, this is South China, not the capital. Do you really think you can fight them like this? It's a pipe dream."
The hint of a smile that had just appeared on Ma Peng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a deep killing intent in his eyes.
Being defeated by Chen Fan and fleeing in shame was a lifelong disgrace for Ma Peng.
The man completely ignored Ma Peng's gaze and turned to everyone present. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I ask you, what benefits do you gain from following such a monopolistic enterprise?"
"I'm sure everyone knows that Da Xiong's ports are only one-tenth the price of Triumph Shipping Group. Think about it, how much can you save for your own company in a year?"
The crowd exchanged glances. They had indeed experienced this themselves, but before, with only Triumph Shipping, they had no other choice.
"How can their service compare to ours at Triumph Shipping Group? Moreover, they are opposing the Huangfu family, and their end will only be death. When they are gone, do you think your businesses can survive?" Dong Zihua challenged.
"And what if they don't die?" the man retorted.
"Hmph, how is that possible? Do you think the Huangfu family will allow them to continue to exist? Furthermore, with our support, Mr. Ma can immediately regain control of the situation in South China. In any case, they won't have a chance," Dong Zihua said dismissively.
The man sneered, "Is that so? Then what if I told you that the port in Fengyu City is no longer under the control of Triumph Shipping Group? Would you still be so confident?"
Dong Zihua's brows immediately furrowed.
Ma Peng, sitting beside him, refused to believe it. "How is that possible? Fengyu's underworld has always been under Ma Yi's control. If anyone went to the port, he would surely know."
"Mr. Ma, don't be too confident. Sometimes, what you see with your own eyes is not necessarily the truth."
"What do you mean?!" Ma Peng asked sternly.
"You can call Ma Yi and ask him. Your own brother will tell you everything," the man said, a curve forming on his lips.
Seeing the smile on the man's face, Ma Peng suddenly had a bad feeling. He quickly took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Ma Yi's number.
After a long while, the other party finally answered.
"What happened at the port? Someone told me the port has fallen into Da Xiong's hands?" Ma Peng asked.
"I also think handing the port over to Da Xiong is not a bad thing," Ma Yi's voice drifted leisurely from the phone.
"What do you mean?!"
"Brother, you've probably forgotten who the leader of Fengyu's underworld is during this period, haven't you?"
Ma Peng's eyes were filled with anger, and he remained silent.
"Since you came to Fengyu, I feel like I've just been your subordinate. When have you ever treated me as your brother? Just a few days ago, Da Xiong personally came to Fengyu and met with me."
"You met with Da Xiong in private?!" Ma Peng's heart was filled with rage.
"Do you know what conditions he offered me?"
Seeing that Ma Peng remained silent, Ma Yi continued on his own, "From now on, fifty percent of the port's profits will be mine, and I will still be the leader of Fengyu's underworld."
Ma Peng finally couldn't help but curse, "You idiot! Do you really think Da Xiong and his people will give you all that? They're just tricking you!"
"Heh heh, brother, I'm an adult. I know very well whether they came with sincerity. As for you, as your own brother, I'll give you one last reminder. Da Xiong's people will be arriving at the resort hotel soon. If you escape now, you'll still have time."
After speaking, Ma Yi hung up the phone.
"Doo doo doo." Listening to the busy signal, Ma Peng froze on the spot.
"What did your brother say?" Dong Zihua asked from the side, his brows furrowed.
Ma Peng's face had become extremely grim. He had no idea how to explain to Dong Zihua.
Just yesterday, he had patted his chest and guaranteed that with the port in his hands, no problems would arise. But less than a day later, it had already fallen into Da Xiong's hands, and his own brother had handed it over willingly. This made him too ashamed to face Dong Zihua.
"Useless!"
Dong Zihua cursed angrily, shoved Ma Peng aside, and walked towards the conference room door.
Having been in the business world for so many years, how could he not see what Ma Peng's expression represented?
"Mr. Dong, Mr. Dong!" Ma Peng quickly chased after him.
After all, the Huangfu family was his only hope of turning his fortunes around. He naturally wouldn't give up just like that.