The Feng Shui Treasure Appraiser

42: Chapter 42 I am He DingkunHan Jingyang did not beat around the bush this time, but instead softly uttered four words: ”Dingshen Group.”

Upon hearing this name, Zhou Yucheng instantly shivered: ”This…”

Han Jingyang cut Zhou Yucheng off: ”I am just passing on a message for someone. Don’t ask, don’t pry, and definitely don’t go around spreading it. Just keep it to yourself and figure out a solution on your own.”

Zhou Yucheng had a stomach full of words stifled back, and he nodded silently.

Actually, to ordinary people, Dingshen Group is just a large group with a legendary quality, somewhat like the subject of gossip among the masses. Whether it is good or bad does not affect the lives of ordinary people.

To put it bluntly, no matter how rotten Dingshen Group is, it won’t go out of its way to mess with ordinary people. They do bad things for profit; doing bad things for the peanuts that ordinary people have is not worth it and not cost-effective.

Therefore, when ordinary people hear this name, they really don’t feel anything.

But for someone like Zhou Yucheng, it is the exact opposite. He is also in business, and his business is not small, yet he lacks any solid backing or connections. In the eyes of a behemoth like Dingshen Group, which doesn’t play by the rules, a small wealthy man like Zhou Yucheng is just a tender and delicious little lamb—they can eat him whenever they want, and however they want.

Furthermore, since both parties are operating in Quancheng and have overlapping business interests, it is inevitable that there will be friction or even small conflicts in daily operations, which gives Dingshen Group an even more sufficient excuse.

There are rich profits.

There is formidable capability.

And there is a slightly plausible reason.

Motive, capability, and justification—they are all complete.

Now, Zhou Yucheng is in trouble due to his own reasons and is in his weakest phase.

With so many factors piled together, let alone a group like Dingshen Group that started by taking shortcuts, even a legitimate competitor wouldn’t let such a good opportunity pass by.

Moreover, it looks like Zhou Yucheng really has offended someone from Dingshen Group.

How can he be saved?

I’m afraid that even if someone at Shen Yuhai’s level stepped in, they might not be able to protect Zhou Yucheng’s assets.

That’s right, if Dingshen Group makes a move on Zhou Yucheng, the target must be those valuable assets under his name.

Otherwise, it really wouldn’t be worth taking the risk.

Although Han Jingyang hasn’t experienced the power struggles of the business world, human nature doesn’t change anywhere. Different people have different personalities and ways of conducting themselves, but no matter how they change, there are patterns to follow; all changes stem from the same source.

Moreover, the behavioral habits of a group like Dingshen Group are not hard to figure out.

So, the moment he heard this name from Shen Yuhai, he understood Dingshen Group’s intentions.

But likewise, all changes stem from the same source: big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp. This is also a very important rule in human society, and no matter how it is packaged or dressed up, this essence cannot be changed.

As a small fish, Zhou Yucheng has been targeted by a giant predatory fish like Dingshen Group, and his fate is already sealed.

Unless a bigger fish intervenes.

Or if Zhou Yucheng himself has the courage to sacrifice his assets to survive.

Right, sacrificing assets to survive.

Although he knew for sure that Zhou Yucheng definitely didn’t have that kind of courage, he still reminded him: ”Dispensing wealth is also a good option. As for how to specifically go about it, you figure it out yourself; I’m just saying.”

Zhou Yucheng was stunned for a moment, then earnestly thanked him: ”Thank you.”

Han Jingyang nodded slightly, thinking to himself that as expected, Zhou Yucheng didn’t have that kind of courage.

If Zhou Yucheng were truly willing to dispense wealth to survive, his attitude wouldn’t be like this. At the very least, he wouldn’t be thanking him, but rather asking questions like how much to give away, who to give it to, etc.

Regarding this, he could only say that it’s hard to save someone who is hell-bent on their own destruction.

So, he packed up his things and turned to leave: ”My task is complete; remember to settle the final payment.”

Zhou Yucheng hurriedly tried to keep him: ”Have some tea…”

But Han Jingyang had already strode out the door.

Zhou Yucheng stared at Han Jingyang’s briskly departing back for a long time, speechless. After a long silence, he waved away the workers he had hired in advance, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

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Jiguang Zhai.

Han Jingyang received the remaining eight million in final payment, his heart completely unmoved, and then glanced at Shen Lele, who was slacking off.

Shen Lele instantly perked up, vigorously wiping the counter that was already as bright as a mirror, muttering under her breath as she wiped.

Liu Jing saw this and covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

The two of them, one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop, had managed to make Shen Lele work for the entire day. Apart from eating, drinking water, going to the restroom, and serving customers, she had almost no rest.

Although cleaning wasn’t hard or tiring work, for a young girl like Shen Lele, it was a toil she had never experienced before. Several times she wanted to quit and leave, but Liu Jing discovered it in advance and stopped her in time.

The young girl was too innocent and was completely no match for Liu Jing.

Plus, the impression Liu Jing had in her heart was quite good; she was a talkative, kind, and understanding big sister, so she had absolutely no defenses against Liu Jing, and so…

Around 4:30, Han Jingyang checked the time, wrapped up the Chenni inkstone that carried a skill, and left work early.

He had some things to discuss with his parents tonight.

But before he could leave, a man and a woman pushed the door open and entered.

The man looked to be in his seventies, tall but walking with a stagger, leaning on a cane. He had white hair but a ruddy complexion, with long, sagging eye bags and murky eyes, giving the feeling that one of his feet was already in the coffin.

The woman was in her twenties, about 1.75 meters tall, wearing a simple gray tracksuit, but her temperament was very refined, her posture very graceful; one look and you could tell she had received professional training. Her face was also quite exquisite, no makeup, high ponytail, full of vitality.

Han Jingyang took a closer look and knew immediately that these were not ordinary people.

Not to mention the woman in the tracksuit, whose figure, appearance, and temperament were extraordinary.

Just speaking of this old man, he looked frail and weak, but his aura was quite powerful. The moment he pushed the door and entered, the blue aura emitted by the Bronze Pixiu was forced back several meters, almost entirely retreating into its main body.

This was the first time he had seen such a scene.

Although he didn’t know the specific reason, it was enough to show that this old man was extraordinary.

So, before Liu Jing could speak, he smiled and said: ”Welcome, both of you. Just looking around?”

The old man chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Liu Jing and Shen Lele: ”This must be the young lady from Boss Shen’s family, who is actually willing to stoop to cleaning at Jiguang Zhai. Boss Han, your methods are indeed brilliant.”

They had come with ill intent!

Han Jingyang instantly became alert, signaled to Liu Jing without a trace, and then smiled: ”Extraordinary people do extraordinary things. Without some real ability, I wouldn’t attract a big figure like you to stop by. Don’t you think that’s true?”

Liu Jing and Han Jingyang had a tacit understanding. Having received Han Jingyang’s signal, she instantly understood, pulled Shen Lele into the back room, and said: ”Boss, please have the guests sit down first. Lele and I will make some tea using that new bag of premium Longjing, is that okay?”

Han Jingyang shook his head: ”No need. The old gentleman is a native of Quancheng; jasmine tea will do.”

The white-haired old man heard this and laughed, ”Exactly, exactly.” Once Liu Jing and Shen Lele entered the back room, his expression instantly turned gloomy: ”I am He Dingkun.”