It was 8:40 PM.
Song Qiao first sent Xia Yuqing back home.
After changing his clothes, he rushed to Liu Dong's bar at the fastest speed.
At this moment, Liu Dong and Sister Wan were already waiting at the entrance.
"Brother Song, you're finally here. That Jiang Chuan guy, upon hearing you'd be late, found an excuse to go out."
"He said he'd settle accounts with you later."
Liu Dong explained to Song Qiao with a smile.
Both of them knew very well that Jiang Chuan clearly lacked willpower and feared being overshadowed by Song Qiao.
"I thought Jiang Chuan was quite a character, but I didn't expect him to be so petty."
"Brother Liu, didn't you say you wanted to introduce a friend to me?"
"Let's go in and talk, and wait for that Jiang Chuan to come back."
Song Qiao sneered and strode towards the bar.
"Mr. Song."
At this moment, Sister Wan's voice, tinged with worry, came from behind.
Her gaze towards Song Qiao held some hesitation.
Song Qiao looked back at her with some confusion, not knowing what this woman wanted to do.
"Jiang Chuan is very powerful locally. You must be careful and try not to offend him."
Sister Wan did not understand Song Qiao's strength.
In her eyes, he was at most a businessman who knew a little martial arts.
He was no match for a big shot like Jiang Chuan, who had connections in both the underworld and legitimate circles.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you."
Song Qiao smiled at her politely, but clearly did not take her advice too seriously.
Although Jiang Chuan was powerful, he was only a副舵主 (vice-leader) of the Tongmen sect.
Such a level of strength was simply beneath his notice.
"Xiao Wan, Brother Song knows what he's doing. You don't need to worry."
Liu Dong gently patted Sister Wan's shoulder, comforted her, and led Song Qiao to the private room in the corner.
As soon as they entered, they saw a middle-aged man, appearing to be in his forties or fifties.
He was sitting on the sofa somewhat awkwardly, his face showing a hint of nervousness.
"Brother Song, this is President Teng, Teng Haibo, the one I wanted to introduce you to."
"President Teng started his business in construction materials. Your company has been contracting many projects recently, so there will definitely be opportunities for cooperation in the future."
"And most importantly, you now have a common enemy."
Liu Dong spoke with great tact. After only a few brief mentions, he pulled Sister Wan out of the room,
leaving Song Qiao and Teng Haibo to negotiate alone.
Although he was Song Qiao's good friend, he was acting as an intermediary in this matter. If he got too involved, it could greatly affect his reputation.
Song Qiao naturally understood this.
"Hello, Mr. Song. I've heard a lot about you. Cooperating with you will make dealing with that bastard Jiang Chuan much easier."
Teng Haibo adjusted his glasses and extended his right hand, greeting Song Qiao.
"Mr. Teng, you flatter me. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Song Qiao chuckled lightly and shook the man's hand politely, then asked without missing a beat:
"May I ask how Jiang Chuan offended you, Mr. Teng, to make you hate him so much?"
It was better not to mention it, but as soon as it was brought up, Teng Haibo's expression instantly soured.
"That bastard Jiang Chuan, we are both vice-leaders of the Tongmen branch. In the past two years, his ambition has grown. He even wants to interfere with my current material business."
"Of course, I wouldn't agree. We've had friction many times before."
"Now that Tongmen is going to select a new branch leader in our city, the two of us have completely fallen out."
Teng Haibo seemed to have found a confidant and poured out all the conflicts between himself and Jiang Chuan to Song Qiao like a stream of beans.
After explaining his own situation, he still seemed unsatisfied and began to inquire of Song Qiao.
"I wonder how you, Mr. Song, have had a conflict with Jiang Chuan? Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any conflict of interest between you two?"
However, before Song Qiao could answer.
Sister Wan rushed in from outside the private room.
"Mr. Teng, Mr. Song, Jiang Chuan is here."
"He's here just in time. I want to see what tricks he can play with me today?"
Song Qiao let out a cold snort, put down his teacup, and went to meet him.
Teng Haibo's face showed a moment of hesitation, but he finally gritted his teeth and followed.
Although his business was comparable in scale to Jiang Chuan's, his background in the martial world was much weaker due to him being an outsider.
But now that Song Qiao, his ally, had stepped up, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and gamble.
"So you're the kid called Song Qiao."
"Turns out you're still a young pup who hasn't grown all his fur yet."
As soon as Jiang Chuan saw Song Qiao, he sneered dismissively.
He casually pulled up a chair and sat down.
He spoke to himself, "I heard you have some conflict with my son?"
"Originally, I didn't plan to get involved in this matter. After all, it's a dispute between children, and it would be bullying for an elder like me to interfere."
He started by deliberately belittling Song Qiao's seniority, intending to elevate his own status.
Before Song Qiao could retort, his voice suddenly rose several decibels:
"But a few days ago, you actually dared to confront my people at the construction site?"
"Do you really think I, Jiang Chuan, am a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch at will?"
As he spoke, he turned his head and glared fiercely at Teng Haibo.
"Hmph, it's no wonder Jiang Yan is such a loser. Like father, like son. No wonder he's so useless, turns out he has such an imbecilic father."
This negotiation lacked sincerity from Jiang Chuan from the start, so Song Qiao certainly wouldn't indulge him.
"Presumptuous!"
Jiang Chuan's bodyguards, upon hearing Song Qiao dare to talk back, were instantly enraged.
They were about to rush forward and teach Song Qiao a lesson.
"Hold on."
Jiang Chuan waved his hand casually, signaling the bodyguards to step back for the moment.
He took an agreement from his secretary and threw it down on Song Qiao's table with a 'bang'.
"Sign this agreement, obediently hand over that piece of land from last time to me, and we'll let bygones be bygones, how about that?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The entire room quieted down slightly.
Everyone's gaze fell on Song Qiao, watching to see how he would choose.
Liu Dong wanted to speak, but ultimately did not.
Sister Wan, however, quietly reminded Song Qiao, "A wise man knows when to retreat. It's just a piece of land, giving it to him will be a way to avoid trouble."
However, Song Qiao just chuckled lightly.
He picked up the agreement from the table with a half-smile, not even bothering to flip through it, and simply tore it into pieces.
He said calmly:
"Since Boss Jiang has no sincerity for negotiation and wants me to make a choice right away, then I'll give you two choices today."
"See if you want to walk out of here sideways or straight."