I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!
Chapter 461: Definitely Not a Coincidence_1

Chapter 461: Chapter 461: Definitely Not a Coincidence_1

In his previous life, Shen Dong often said such things.

However, after the failure of Huaxu, Shen Dong had a feeling of being cleansed of all superficiality. He didn’t think much about it and smiled, "First, let’s turn the creative idea into reality, even having written documents would be good..."

Upon hearing this, Dong Zhenwu furrowed his brows, "I said, you tell Third Brother."

This was less pleasant to the ear.

Shen Dong smiled and asked, "Say what?"

"Say that I’ve got a really good idea." Dong Zhenwu spoke, his gaze fixed on Shen Dong as if he were trying to convey some emotion.

In the eyes of the villagers, Shen Dong was the leader of Shishan Village, but his only merit was connecting Shishan with Zhou Chengyu. To put it harshly, Shen Dong was a mere nobody riding on the tiger’s might. And that nobody was Shen Dong.

Some said that without Shen Dong, Zhou Chengyu wouldn’t have invested in Shishan.

Yet in the eyes of others, Shen Dong was just lucky, a little brat without much talent, who, by stepping in dog poop, fortuitously got to know Zhou Chengyu. Dong Zhenwu was one of those people. He knew about the failure of Huaxu and even fantasized about becoming Shen Dong and turning the tide for Zhou Chengyu.

Shen Dong was well aware of his situation, which made him feel even more helpless. He replied with a smile, "Sure, Zhou Wenbin."

Zhou Wenbin, upon hearing his name, immediately came over, as if ready to start a fight.

Shen Dong pointed at Dong Zhenwu, "Take note of his great idea, and mention it to Third Brother next time you see him."

"Do we really need to?" Zhou Wenbin turned up his nose in disdain and was about to object.

He was stopped by Shen Dong’s lifting hand. With his usual smile, Shen Dong said, "Just take note of it, and we’ll meet up later at the wheat field."

"Alright, fine, whatever." Zhou Wenbin was extremely impatient and looked somewhat hostilely at Dong Zhenwu.

Far from being afraid, Dong Zhenwu flung his hand and stepped forward to grab Shen Dong’s arm, "I told you to say it, don’t you understand? What’s the matter, really think you’re Hai City’s number two, huh?"

"Let the hell go!"

"I won’t let go!" Dong Zhenwu faced Zhou Wenbin without a hint of fear, tilting his head back, "Believe it or not, I’ll have my dad stop supplying the gourmet street?"

"What?" Shen Dong originally didn’t have a bit of anger and just found it funny, but when he heard this, his face turned cold.

He broke free from Dong Zhenwu’s hold, his face lifted, demanding, "What did you say, say that again?"

"I said, stop supplying the gourmet street, what about it?" Dong Zhenwu glared, speaking without a stutter.

Shen Dong leapt up and delivered a big slap right across Dong Zhenwu’s face, who would have thought that the village had a child more outrageous than Wang Chao, and indeed, when he had known Dong Zhenwu, the guy was already almost forty and they had nothing to do with each other.

With that slap, Zhou Wenbin flew up with a big kick.

Dong Zhenwu, who had fallen, snarled like a rabid dog, "You dare hit me, get him!"

"Come on!" Zhou Wenbin, who was afraid of many things, was not afraid of those acting tough. He pulled out a dagger from his padded jacket and thrust it forward, "Like a god of longevity hanging himself, tired of living, huh? Come on, I really want to see how bold you are!"

Once someone grabbed a weapon, everybody stopped in their tracks.

Dong Zhenwu didn’t dare to move forward, stood on the spot, jumping and cursing, "How did you rise up with Yu Lao’er, by getting cozy with Zhou Chengyu using the village’s fruits? Why should we only be laborers in the background while you follow Zhou Chengyu around everywhere?"

"What skills do you even have?"

Hearing this, Shen Dong didn’t feel angry at all and could even take it as a joke, but those four words "stop the supply" were unacceptable.

With an expressionless face, Shen Dong walked forward, pushing others aside, and stood in front of Dong Zhenwu, "What does your family do?"

"We make hotpot base, what about it?"

"Go back and tell your dad there’s no need to bother,"

After speaking, Shen Dong bypassed Dong Zhenwu. Without even bothering with hotpot, he took Kang Yue and Zhou Wenbin towards the West Reservoir.

Dong Zhenwu was too frightened to follow them, but it didn’t stop him from being loud-mouthed.

Standing on the cobblestone road, he flailed his arms and glared, cursing, "Acting all high and mighty now, huh? In a few more months, Hai City will forget about Zhou Chengyu. I’ll see what you’re really made of then!"

"Come on!" Zhou Wenbin raised an eyebrow, furious, he turned around and charged back, "Say that again for me to hear?"

"You should be clear about your current status."

With the disbandment of Huaxu, and especially Tang Yuchan leaving without saying goodbye, Shen Dong was heartbroken. Several times in the dead of night, he would face the mirror and curse furiously while sobbing.

But in front of others, he still had to be the triumphant Shen Dong.

He couldn’t let people make a laughing stock out of him.

He had thought returning to Shishan would be cheerful, yet even a nobody could boss him around, even threaten him with product shortages.

Hmph.

Shen Dong carried a cold smile, yet his mind was extremely calm. This incident was by no means a coincidence. Even with his heels, he could figure out that the words "stop supplying" didn’t just pop up overnight.

He wasn’t wrong.

The moment he stepped onto the mountain path, planning to discuss Shishan’s strategic reform with Zhu Dunzi, he passed by an orchard. Someone he hadn’t seen for a long time ran out, "Brother Er!"

This person was dressed in rags, even more ragged than before.

He was Lai San’er, the scoundrel who once saw Shen Dong climbing over Chen Yuyan’s wall and tried to blackmail Shen Dong.

That time, Shen Dong had bribed him to keep an eye on Wang Shengli, but since then, Wang Shengli had become the founder of a small hotpot restaurant, and surveillance had fallen by the wayside.

Shen Dong didn’t know that Lai San hadn’t forgotten.

Lai San had little education, but he understood one principle: if Shen Dong gave him a bit of respect, he would respect Shen Dong in return.

Catching up to Shen Dong, Lai San took off the tattered backpack slung over his shoulder, "Wang Shengli has been meeting with Dong Ming, Wang San, and Ma Zhuzi recently, all sneaky-like. Over by the fishpond in the back village—he’s also made a trip to Mo City on his own."

"I’ve been staking out near Ming City for a few days. I hear that Wang Shengli has registered a trademark."

Initially, Shen Dong wasn’t taking it seriously, but at the mention of registering a trademark, his eyes changed, "You’re saying, Wang Shengli registered a trademark?"

"That’s right, whatever it is you’re talking about, I don’t understand. This is it too." Lai San pulled several bundles of newspapers from his backpack and handed them to Shen Dong, "When I picked up these newspapers, they were neatly folded. I thought there was money in them, so I picked them up."

Shen Dong didn’t make a sound but unfolded the crumpled newspaper.

Indeed, the corners were sharp and based on the thickness, it seemed like it held two to three ten-thousand bills.

The betrayal and bribes right before his eyes reminded Shen Dong of ’Prince’, different affairs, but the same tactics.

"How nice." Shen Dong crumpled the newspaper and threw it away, gestured to Zhou Wenbin with a wave of his hand, and then started up the mountain.

After a while, Zhou Wenbin caught up with Shen Dong, "Brother Er, there was money, thirty thousand."

"Hmm, you’ve had quite a bit of interaction with Wang Shengli, haven’t you?" Shen Dong was more eager to deal with Prince, but the Huaxu issue had given him a clear insight into his true capacity. It didn’t matter who it was, no one could avoid the pressure of existing capital.

He admitted, under Prince’s inscrutable strength, he, Shen Dong, had backed down.

But what was Wang Shengli in comparison? Nothing but a mere trifle.