Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 337 You, Shangguan Heng, Can’t Afford to Compensate

Chapter 337: Chapter 337 You, Shangguan Heng, Can’t Afford to Compensate

This is a bit unbelievable.

You know, there are bodyguards at these places, and each bodyguard is really good.

According to the other party, their venues were utterly destroyed.

He didn’t believe it, but as soon as he voiced his doubts, they cursed him out.

What can you do if you can’t beat them?

You, Shangguan Heng, are going to take responsibility for this.

Some well-acquainted folks first confirmed it wasn’t his daughter, then warned him that this woman in black was incredibly strong, fast, and nimble.

Think carefully about who you’ve offended, because if they come to Xiangjiang, even if they don’t confront you personally, you can’t afford it if they actually start smashing places one by one, Shangguan Heng.

Now, several bosses have already gone to Nan City.

They hope he can give them an explanation.

After much thought, Shangguan Heng was certain that the woman in black was Song Yunuan.

Impersonating Shangguan Wan to frame him, the young girl was ruthless and decisive.

If it were his daughter, that would have been better.

Then no one in Xiangjiang would dare to mess with him.

Then Chairman Wang also came, Song Yunuan’s second dance hall target had shares belonging to Chairman Wang. He came to ask Shangguan Heng what he planned to do.

What could Shangguan Heng do?

He didn’t dare to drag this out. If the destruction continued tomorrow, he would provoke public anger.

But he didn’t dare to go to Nan City.

Xia Bowen was there. What if he decided to deal with him?

At his age, he couldn’t cope with such turmoil.

But clearly, Song Yunuan was forcing his hand.

How did he get entangled with this scourge?

Then he learned of Second Young Master Zhong’s antics and thought, sure enough, he’s playing the fool.

This will indeed be an interesting show.

But then, on second thought, he became so angry he felt like killing someone.

He was really caught between a rock and a hard place.

He went to look for the video tapes, which were supposed to be leverage against Xia Xindong.

He had a whole box of them.

Over there, Shangguan Heng’s wife came looking for him, saying she had received a call too. Since it involved Shangguan Wan’s name, it must be related to her. If you can’t solve it, we’ll have to ask Second Master to settle it.

And this Second Master wasn’t just anybody.

If he got involved, the cost would be much higher.

Besides, it was obviously Shangguan Heng’s personal feud.

Dragging others into it is a big taboo in Xiangjiang.

The teary Mrs. Shangguan said to Shangguan Heng, "...This is clearly retaliation now. Without giving an explanation, Xia Bowen won’t let it go. If he could rise to his position, how could he not have any friends? This clearly shows they still have their informants in Xiangjiang, otherwise how could they know so clearly... Little Wan now dares not come back, what do you think we should do?"

Shangguan Heng glared, "What do you mean? Are you saying I should go to Nan City?"

Mrs. Shangguan: "If I were able, I would go right now."

Less than an hour later, a frazzled Shangguan Heng received three more calls, after which, several people came directly to his door.

No other implications, but debts must be paid to the appropriate creditor. If you, Shangguan Heng, don’t solve this, we’re turning our backs on you.

As for the Zhong family, Zhong Daqiao was fuming after receiving an exasperated call from Tianci.

This little bastard, out of sight for a few days, and now he wants to fly with his new-found wings?

But in public, he asked for so much money, wasn’t it all just for the money?

One million, like ripping out his heart and liver.

But that guy is crazy. If he really holds a press conference, he would say anything.

He wanted to call Adah, but there was no way to contact him.

But the little bastard wouldn’t dare to make such a fuss on his own without someone backing him up.

Who’s backing him? It must be Xia Bowen.

As for Xia Xindong, he himself is a madman, lucky if he doesn’t have an episode.

Song Yunuan?

She’s in cahoots with Xia Bowen, no different from him.

Zhong Daqiao, who was likewise in a predicament, smashed the teaset in his hand to smithereens.

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During the meal, they hadn’t sat together, but after finishing, Song Yunuan found Xia Bowen and told him that she had sneaked out these past few nights and smashed the underground dance hall invested by Xiangjiang people into pieces.

She did it under the name of Shangguan Wan, waving the flag of Shangguan Heng.

If nothing went wrong, she would very likely see Shangguan Heng that afternoon.

Xia Bowen’s eyes widened in shock.

You half-said, without uttering the second word.

It took a long moment before he said, "Haven’t you thought about what you would do if you encountered someone stronger than you who could overpower you?"

Song Yunuan thought about it, "There shouldn’t be anyone, but I will be more restrained in the future. Actually, I was just catching them off guard."

"What if Shangguan Heng doesn’t come? What do you think I should do?" Xia Bowen asked seriously.

You’ve already done it, what’s the use of talking about it?

Besides, he was in no position to worry about Song Yunuan.

He couldn’t help but think of Song Liang.

Faced with such a lawless daughter, he was at his wit’s end too.

Song Yunuan said, "You go find that Fourth Uncle and see if you can get the list of Xiangjiang people in Nan City, such as those opening companies, building factories, and keeping mistresses—get one of each."

Xia Bowen frowned, "You’re still going to go through with it?"

"I’m preparing in case Shangguan Heng doesn’t show up, to keep putting pressure on him."

Xia Bowen: "I’ll find him right now. Hold off on doing anything else; I think Shangguan Heng will come."

When Song Yunuan went to the exhibition hall, Second Young Master Zhong was happily waiting for her.

A million in foreign currency had been deposited.

So, Song Yunuan and Second Young Master Zhong, accompanied by two bodyguards, headed to the Qionghai Craftsmanship Market.

There were five or six merchants there.

All of them were bosses from Xiangjiang and Southeast Asia.

They were enamored with the samples but weren’t signing any orders just yet.

Because they had agreed to band together to drive the price down.

To the lowest possible, as they did every year.

Then they would hoard the products, shrewd businessmen that they were—they knew that intact, large pieces of fragrant rosewood would become increasingly rare, and no trader would be ignorant of this fact.

But of course, the lower the price, the better for them.

After all, the local side was most eager for foreign trade orders; as long as it could earn foreign currency for the country, they were incredibly humble.

Eventually, they had no choice but to back down.

After all, some foreigners weren’t interested in these crafts.

The factory manager frowned; this year’s prices were too low, a tenth lower than last year’s. Not even the cost of the raw materials could be recouped, let alone the labor charges.

These few were the most detestable—they did the same thing last year.

They kept stalling until the last day, forcing a price cut for sale.

Was it going to be the same this year?

But this year’s finished products were even better than last year’s; they had even developed new products and large, one-meter-tall floor clocks.

He put on a smile: "The price is too low. Not to mention the labor, we can’t even make back the cost of materials."

The merchants looked at each other, with one of them saying, "We’ve been loyal customers for years. You’ve seen it over the years—besides us, no one cares for these trinkets. It might just end up being firewood for our homes."

Song Yunuan nudged Second Young Master Zhong.

Second Young Master Zhong stepped into the crowd, surveyed the exhibits on the display, and said to the manager, "I like them, I really like them. I want all your crafts, and I’m ready to sign the contract right now."

Then Adah opened the briefcase he was carrying.

Inside were the admission proof, qualification proof, and purchase qualification certificate.

Though he was a new face, the money was real.

The factory manager’s eyes crinkled happily, and he signaled to his staff to prepare the order forms.

The merchants immediately became anxious.

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