Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 339: The Second Young Master’s Great Acting Skills

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: The Second Young Master’s Great Acting Skills

As she walked, Song Yunuan pondered over the 300,000 worth of Huanghuali wood goods.

The current exchange rate was 1:1.6.

This batch of goods was valued at 480,000 coins.

She certainly didn’t have the money now, and Second Young Master Zhong wanted to use her, so whatever she did, he had no objections.

But what about later?

Once she recovered from her illness, regained her property, and needed to marry and have children, by then, the price of this batch of goods would surely have risen, with some even becoming discontinued editions.

Why discontinued?

Because she wasn’t prepared to let Qionghai make money from this foreign exchange—too much of a loss.

If Second Young Master Zhong refused to give her even one piece at that time, she would have worked for nothing.

Song Yunuan had never done a business that ran at a loss nor one out of mere favor.

Therefore, she needed to find her uncle and cooperate.

If Gu Huai’an didn’t show up, he wouldn’t get a share, but if he did, she would let him have a taste.

And of course, there was Second Grandpa.

Song Yunuan turned around and went back to Xia Xindong.

She spoke softly to Xia Xindong, "Uncle, do you want to make Shangguan Heng bleed heavily?"

Xia Xindong instinctively frowned, "Little Nuan, what are you planning to do?"

Song Yunuan, "I want to stock up on some things and need money. I think Shangguan Heng should sponsor a bit."

Xia Xindong looked at his niece, "What have you been doing these past few days?"

Song Yunuan didn’t really want to talk about it.

[Uncle, I actually haven’t done much, just smashed a few pool halls, video halls, and dance halls invested by people from Xiangjiang.]

[I did it under the name of Shangguan Wan. Even if they want to settle accounts, they can’t find it back to me.]

[I’ve wrecked them completely. Anyway, those weren’t good places. It’s better that they’re smashed. If Shangguan Heng still doesn’t dare to come today, I’ll continue tonight.]

Xia Xindong clenched his hands.

That repressed and fierce Han Chen seemed to be emerging.

He could even feel that he was excited and happy.

It was as if he had finally found someone like himself.

[I daresay you probably have a savage, cunning personality that wants to destroy everything in such situations.]

[If you’ve really been integrated, uncle, you wouldn’t be this mild.]

[Perhaps it’s lurking and I need to find a way to draw it out to eliminate future troubles!]

The eagerly testing Han Chen suddenly fell silent.

Xia Xindong laughed out of anger.

So the mild uncle isn’t really the uncle, huh?

Song Yunuan asked in surprise, "Uncle, what are you laughing at?"

Xia Xindong, "Nothing."

After a pause, Xia Xindong asked, "Since you’ve told me, you must have an idea. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Song Yunuan thought for a while, "Uncle, you don’t have to do anything. I’ve been up to some bad things in the name of Shangguan Wan these past few days. Shangguan Heng might come looking for you this afternoon under pressure."

First it’s the video tapes—those must be thoroughly dealt with. But he surely has more than one copy, so we’ll treat him with a taste of his own medicine."

Xia Xindong, "Record videos or take photos for him?"

"It’s hard to find a video recorder, so let’s start with taking photos for him. I have a camera. If he comes, I’ll take care of him, and then you can take all the photos you want of him."

In other words, trap him with staged photos!

Xia Xindong: ...

Little Nuan, how are you always so full of ideas.

"This is the first step, then there’s your compensation, uncle. Xia Bowen’s share has been given to you, but there’s still Shangguan Heng, the Zhong family, and the Wang family. Depending on the situation, we’ll start by getting Shangguan Heng’s share. Uncle, how much do you think we should ask for in compensation?"

Xia Xindong: ...

"What do you think?"

"Based on the treatment that underground research institute should offer, for a contribution like yours, you should start with at least a million, salary, bonuses, housing, and other benefits, but they’ve given nothing. And now they act as if nothing happened, how can that be possible?"

Very sincerely, Xia Xindong said, "Little Nuan, you’re right. Why should I work for them for free? Let’s do this, I’ll consider the salary and bonuses they owe me over the years, as well as various other benefits they should give me, as one million. I’ll ask Shangguan Heng for compensation for mental distress, also at least one million."

Song Yunuan jumped up happily, raised her hand, and high-fived Xia Xindong, smiling, "Uncle, you’re so decisive. Just demand that, a fixed price, absolutely no bargaining!"

"I’ll go look for Xia Bowen. If he can borrow a video camera, that would be great. We can make a confession documentary about Shangguan Heng."

Xia Xindong wanted to say something, but Song Yunuan had already run off to find Xia Bowen.

At this time, Xia Bowen was chatting with a foreigner.

Song Yunuan listened in for a bit, and it turned out they were talking about cars.

Yes, she was definitely intrigued.

This old man truly had real skills, speaking fluent D language effortlessly.

She wasn’t proficient in D language, but she could handle everyday conversation without a problem.

Song Yunuan waited patiently, and in the meantime, she even gave a thumbs-up to Second Young Master Zhong, who was not far away, hanging his head and maintaining silence.

Uncle Lew stood with his hands on his hips, seemingly asking about something, but Zhong Shaoqing, heeding Song Yunuan’s advice, didn’t mention a word about his madness or grievances. Seeing Eldest Young Master Zhong approaching, he suddenly grabbed Uncle Lew’s arm, hiding behind him, then realized his reaction and quickly let go, stepping out from behind Uncle Lew, clenching his hands, and nodded toward Zhong Tianci with a raspy voice, "Big brother..."

Second Young Master Zhong, what great acting!

Zhong Tianci’s face turned an iron shade of blue, his mood, which had slightly improved, vanished again.

There were all sorts of people around us. Our side was doing well, but nearly everyone else had beautiful women around them, and of course, many powerful businesswomen.

Some were discussing business, others were chatting. At this moment, seeing Zhong Shaoqing’s reaction, they all turned to look at Zhong Tianci.

Zhong Tianci suppressed his rage, giving Zhong Shaoqing a meaningful glance.

Was it all an act before?

Thinking back carefully, it shouldn’t be. His fits of madness were genuine.

Had his condition improved?

He had just spoken with his father on the phone, and his father was coming with Shangguan Heng.

The procedures were complete, and taking the fastest route, they would arrive by car in about two hours.

This time, he was determined to take this madman back with him.

To cure him?

Only in his dreams.

Once he returned, he would make sure he went completely insane!

Zhong Tianci patted Zhong Shaoqing’s shoulder and even smiled before walking away.

That smile was all too familiar.

It wasn’t fake, and Zhong Shaoqing felt a chill running down his spine.

He went to look for Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan was talking to Xia Bowen.

He thought, if worse came to worst, he would perish together with that father and son.

It was very likely that Zhong Daqiao would come to settle accounts with him, so he had to be prepared.

Zhong Shaoqing, accompanied by Adah and Acheng, went to the service desk, wrote two documents, signed his name, and stamped them with the company seal, then folded them neatly and put them in his pocket.

He still needed one more thing, which required going elsewhere.

After finishing her conversation with Xia Bowen, Song Yunuan turned around and noticed that Zhong Shaoqing was nowhere to be seen.

But she didn’t take it to heart.

Xia Bowen clenched his hands.

Indeed, it was more enjoyable to watch Little Nuan outwit others.

Of course, he followed the whole process and had secretly instructed his confidants that if any problem arose, their first priority was to protect Little Nuan.

The trade fair continued as usual, with no difference in the number of participants or the scale compared to previous years.

However, this year the amount of deals made had doubled compared to the same period last year.

In the afternoon, just before the end of the workday, Director Sang from the Nan City Development Office received a call from Shangguan Heng, and to even greater surprise, the other party was prepared to invest a large sum of money to introduce production lines from abroad and collaborate with Nan City to produce refrigerators...