The City’s Strongest Son-in-law

Chapter 592: Chapter 593: The Old Man in the Tea House

”Boss, I’m really sorry, I acted impulsively. Please forgive me just this once, please.” Wang Ziran pleaded with the boss in a panic.

Although the boss was infatuated with Wang Ziran’s skills in bed, he wasn’t stupid. Only with money can you find better girls. He wouldn’t let Wang Ziran ruin both his and the company’s future.

”Get out immediately, you are fired from the company. From now on, you are no longer an employee of the company,” the boss said coldly. Keeping a woman like her in the company wouldn’t do any good; only by letting Wang Ziran leave quickly could the company be safe.

Wang Ziran was instantly filled with despair. She had worked hard to hook up with the boss, allowing her to do nothing at the company and still get a salary, along with many brand-name gifts. In Wang Ziran’s eyes, this was the peak of her life, because her appearance wasn’t extraordinary. To have this life was already considered extremely lucky.

However, at this moment, everything turned to nothing!

For Zhou Meimei, however, this was undoubtedly a chance to change her fate, a chance to completely alter her future life.

But for Su Changfeng, this was just a very ordinary matter, something he might soon forget about, because in Su Changfeng’s mind, this was not worth remembering.

At this time, Su Changfeng was sitting in a car with Zhu Lie, quietly outside the government compound.

”Chen Weitian is the one. Throughout the entire process of contacting the Ye Group, it was basically just him. He took care of everything and also gained a lot of benefits from this. I’ve investigated him, and some of his bank accounts suddenly received a large amount of funds. I think it’s basically from the Ye Group,” Zhu Lie said to Su Changfeng.

”Even though you’ve done this carefully, we not only need to have Chen Weitian in our grasp, but also make him work for us,” Su Changfeng said.

Since Ye Qingcheng is so eager to please Chen Weitian, it means Chen Weitian must have significant power regarding the Urban Village. Since that’s the case, Su Changfeng didn’t intend to bring him down—instead, he planned to use Chen Weitian to work for him.

”This little bit should be enough to threaten him,” Zhu Lie said.

Su Changfeng shook his head, with a different perspective in his heart, and said, ”Since Chen Weitian dared to take this money from the Ye family, it means he must have some way to launder it clean. What you’ve investigated so far probably isn’t enough to threaten him.”

”His wife and child are abroad right now; should we investigate them?” Zhu Lie asked. Although such tactics might be a bit despicable, to deal with someone like Chen Weitian, only other means might work; otherwise, Chen Weitian wouldn’t simply yield.

No matter how strong the opponent, Su Changfeng would never harm the innocent, nor would he use his opponent’s family as leverage. This is Su Changfeng’s bottom line.

A person can be ruthless, but there must be some conscience; otherwise, it’s worse than being an animal.

”Forget it. After all, this is an issue between us and Chen Weitian, and it has nothing to do with anyone else,” said Su Changfeng.

Zhu Lie laughed; he knew from the start that Su Changfeng wouldn’t agree, it was just a casual suggestion.

”If you don’t want to do it this way, other methods probably won’t be very effective,” said Zhu Lie.

”Where is he going now?” Su Changfeng asked Zhu Lie as he saw Chen Weitian getting into a car.

”At this time, he’s most likely going to a teahouse. Chen Weitian is someone who particularly loves drinking tea and is quite knowledgeable about it,” said Zhu Lie.

”He’s quite like the Old Madam from the Shen family, except she never drank the good teas in her life,” Su Changfeng chuckled. The Old Madam from the Shen family had a deep love for tea, but the tea she encountered in her lifetime was quite ordinary.

”Should we follow?” asked Zhu Lie as the car drove away.

”Follow,” said Su Changfeng.

They followed the car to a very quiet teahouse. There were basically no people around, and the teahouse looked somewhat rundown.

”Could this place be where Chen Weitian keeps a mistress? With barely anyone around, it’s indeed an excellent location,” asked Su Changfeng, puzzled.

Hearing Su Changfeng’s words, Zhu Lie couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

”What are you laughing at?” asked Su Changfeng, puzzled.

”When I first learned about this place, I had the exact same thought as you. But after investigating, I found out that the teahouse owner is an elderly man nearing 70,” said Zhu Lie.

Su Changfeng felt a bit embarrassed at such a misunderstanding. However, a place like this, with such surroundings, is indeed quite suitable for doing things that should remain hidden.

”Stay in the car and wait for me,” said Su Changfeng.

Zhu Lie grabbed Su Changfeng, asking, ”Won’t it alert him if you go in like this? Suddenly showing up here is tantamount to telling him we’ve been following him.”

”If we don’t talk to him face-to-face, how would we ever learn about Chen Weitian’s character and see if he can be made to serve us?” said Su Changfeng.

They had been observing Chen Weitian long enough. Now that it was confirmed he was in contact with Ye Qingcheng, Su Changfeng ought to reveal his cards to get Chen Weitian to work for them.

”No matter what you do, I trust you,” Zhu Lie sighed, letting go of Su Changfeng.

Watching Su Changfeng walk towards the teahouse, Zhu Lie rested his head against the car window. His eyes seemed a bit unguarded, because even he did not believe Su Changfeng could produce a more tempting offer to persuade Chen Weitian to switch sides, since the Ye Group greatly surpassed Su Changfeng in financial resources.

The door to the teahouse looked like a wooden door on the verge of collapsing, giving Su Changfeng the feeling that even knocking slightly harder could possibly break the whole thing.

Su Changfeng carefully knocked on the door. With a creak, it opened immediately—clearly unlocked.

To his surprise, a quaint landscape of small bridges and flowing water appeared in front of him. He never expected such a scene inside this dilapidated teahouse.

The interior wasn’t large, but the scenery inside was indeed pleasing. At this moment, under a gazebo sat two people—one was Chen Weitian, the other was a hunched old man, presumably the teahouse owner Zhu Lie had mentioned earlier.

When Su Changfeng saw them, they also noticed him.

Chen Weitian’s eyebrows furrowed instantly, but the old man had a friendly smile and said to Su Changfeng, ”All guests are welcome. Since you’re here, come in and have some tea.”