An Even More Overbearing Man

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Yang Tang couldn't care less about what the Qin siblings were hesitating and pulling back and forth about. He took two steps in one towards the Jade Capital Hotel and entered the lobby shortly after.

Just as Yang Tang was about to turn toward the elevator bank, a middle-aged man rushed toward him with a few subordinates in tow. It was none other than Wan Hailiu, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

"Yo, Old Wan, looking pretty energetic!"

Hearing Yang Tang's greeting, Wan Hailiu's initially stern face instantly turned amiable. Right there in the public lobby, he bowed slightly and said, "Master, thanks to your blessing, everything I eat tastes great lately, and I sleep soundly. It couldn't possibly be better!"

"Then that means—"

Before Yang Tang could finish his sentence, a rather forceful and somewhat familiar female voice interrupted from the side, "President Wan, about the business deal we were just discussing?"

Feeling slightly annoyed, Yang Tang glanced in the direction of the voice and realized he actually recognized the woman. It was none other than Qin Yiqing, the boss lady of the Qinchuan Group. Only this time, she didn't even spare Yang Tang a sideways glance, let alone greet him.

This woman really only talks business!

While Yang Tang was making this mental complaint, the elevator arrived. He waved to Wan Hailiu and said, "Old Wan, since you're busy, chat away at your leisure. I'm heading up first."

"Don't do that, Master Yang! I flew all the way to Jade Capital specifically to find you. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to handle the dry air here!" With that, Wan Hailiu tried to grab Yang Tang's arm, but he failed.

Seeing this, Qin Yiqing was slightly startled, and only then did she look at Yang Tang in a new light. In fact, she had indeed noticed Yang Tang earlier, but she hadn't taken him too seriously. After all, the relationship between the two of them was merely that of buying and selling poems, much like buying ten yuan worth of oranges from a street vendor—would you bother to actively greet the fruit vendor the next time you ran into them? But things were different now. For someone whom even Wan Hailiu had to make a special trip to consult, Qin Yiqing naturally had to lower her stance further.

"What? Is the conclusion in the report problematic?" With these words, Yang Tang looked Wan Hailiu up and down once more.

Wan Hailiu hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Not at all! It's just that the thing I promised the Master hasn't yet—"

"No rush," Yang Tang said indifferently. "You'll still be able to come find me safe and sound half a year from now!" As he spoke, he genuinely intended to step into the elevator.

Seeing this, Wan Hailiu and Qin Yiqing let out an "Ah" almost simultaneously. Right at that moment, Qin Yijian and Qin Yilan walked over. Seeing Qin Yiqing, they both paused and called out in unison, "Cousin!"

Qin Yiqing glanced at the elevator door that had already closed, and then at Wan Hailiu, who was having his subordinates press the button for another elevator, and asked with some surprise, "Why are the two of you here?"

Qin Yijian replied, "My dad has a sworn brother surnamed Yang. He came to the capital yesterday. Old Dad sent me and Yilan to accompany Uncle Yang's son and show him around the sights..."

Qin Yiqing was stunned for a moment, a flash of inspiration crossing her mind as she asked, "Yang Tang?"

"Right, it's him! Cousin, you might not know this, but at lunch today, this punk acted like he was somebody special, completely ignoring me and even saying things like 'there are plenty of fish in the sea'!" Qin Yilan finally seized the opportunity to complain about Yang Tang's faults.

"'There are plenty of fish in the sea'?!?" Qin Yiqing's bright eyes lit up slightly, and just as she was about to say something, Wan Hailiu chimed in from the side, "Little girl, who do you think you are? How dare you speak ill of Master Yang? Watch out for running into a disaster outside and having your whole family wiped out!"

As soon as these words were spoken, not only Qin Yilan, but Qin Yiqing and Qin Yijian as well, all changed color dramatically.

Qin Yiqing said coldly, "President Wan, isn't that going a bit too far?"

Wan Hailiu sneered, "If Elder Anzheng were still around, I might still give your Qin family a bit of face. Unfortunately, Qin Anzheng is already buried in the dirt. Why should I fear your Qin family?"

You must know that if you turned the clock back a single year, while Elder Qin Anzheng was still alive and the Qin family had four generations living under one roof, looking across the entire country there were indeed very few families that dared to cross swords with them. Sadly, once Qin Anzheng passed away, the Qin family was left with only one elderly figure who had been bedridden for years to hold things together—none other than Qin Zongkai, the biological father of the three Qin brothers, including the youngest, Qin Xuwu.

Elder Qin Anzheng was born in 1919 and had participated in the "Eastern Expedition" with the Supreme Leader. Qin Zongkai also had a sister, born to Qin Anzheng's only son amidst the flames of war in 1921. Though her health had never been particularly robust since childhood, she had always lived within military circles. During the peaceful transition of the new Chinese government, he had already experienced over a decade of military life plus another decade of military career. Therefore, during the rank promotions of that year, Elder Anzheng was a General, and Qin Zongkai was a Senior Colonel, before being promoted to Major General sometime in the 1960s.

As for Wan Hailiu's ancestry, they were also among the same batch of Lieutenant Generals as Elder Anzheng. Moreover, with the Wan family branching out and flourishing in the south nowadays, besides Wan Hailiu's own branch, there were three other branches whose businesses and networks were formidable, not to mention their connections in official circles. It must be said that outside of the military and the one-third-of-an-acre plot of Jade Capital, the Qin family really couldn't compete with Wan Hailiu in other places.

More importantly, after being diagnosed with terminal cancer two months prior, Wan Hailiu had already considered himself a dead man. When he spoke, he naturally possessed an aura of fearing neither heaven nor earth, which made his words extremely harsh and completely devoid of any mercy.

Besides, Qin Yiqing wasn't a close cousin to Qin Yijian and Qin Yilan; rather, she belonged to an overseas branch of Elder Anzheng's family and had only returned to the country to do business over the past five or six years. Naturally, she had no need to take the blame for Qin Yilan and offend Wan Hailiu to the death.

"Ding."

The elevator arrived.

Wan Hailiu's two subordinates stepped into the elevator first, looking left and right like anti-drug sniffer dogs. Only then did Wan Hailiu step inside, ordering the remaining two subordinates to block the elevator door so no one else could enter, especially Qin Yiqing.

Once the elevator ascended, Qin Yilan finally started shouting, "Who on earth is this guy? How dare he pick a fight with our Qin family!"

"Alright, Yilan. That man just now is the president of Wanyang Group. Surely you've heard of Wanyang Group?" Qin Yiqing said impatiently. "Besides, rumors on the street say he has cancer and is living on borrowed time. If you insist on locking horns with him, he might even be thrilled!"

Qin Yilan: "..."

Qin Yijian also raised an eyebrow and asked, "Cousin, is the Wanyang Group you mentioned the one known as the private ministry of transportation in the south?"

"Duh! Who else could it be besides them?"

Qin Yijian couldn't help but click his tongue inwardly.

Meanwhile, back in his room, Yang Tang was continuing his grand registration enterprise. To register new songs and poems, he had even written a program specifically designed to search and match similar titles and key content online, which greatly saved him the time of manual searching.

It was worth mentioning that after a long period of registration and transcription, anywhere from five to six hundred songs and five to six hundred poems had been shamelessly claimed by Yang Tang as his own. And this was only because the internet didn't popularize the registration of famous literary masterpieces and the like; otherwise, his "self-claimed" intangible assets would have been even greater.

Just as Yang Tang was enthusiastically registering, He Jiani's call came through.

"Hello, Sister Jiani, it must be very late over there, right? Is something the matter?"

"What does it matter if it's late? Let me tell you, Tangtang, that book you wrote—"

"Which one?" Yang Tang was momentarily bewildered.

"The Belgium War, of course! This book is very likely going to be a massive hit!"

"A massive hit? How so?"

"The Belgium War was only released on August 1st, and in just this past week, it's actually sold 150,000 copies! It almost made my mom's jaw drop!" He Jiani said excitedly.

Yang Tang, however, scoffed a little. He clearly remembered that back in the day, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince sold 9 million copies within the first 24 hours of its release. "It only sold a little over twenty thousand copies in a day? And you call that a massive hit?"

"No, let me finish what I'm saying, Tangtang—"

"Go ahead."

"The reason it sold so little is entirely because of my mom! Before the book was released, she barely ran any ads. Even when she did place advertisements, it was only in the neighboring few states—just those pitiful few!" Complaining up to this point, He Jiani's mood brightened again. "But it'll be fine from here on out. My mom is the type who won't scatter hawks until she sees the rabbit; she has already decided to launch advertisements across forty-eight states simultaneously and stock up on sufficient inventory, and then—"

"Stop! What do you mean by stocking up on sufficient inventory?"

"Hehe, Tangtang, to be completely honest with you, it could have sold a lot more this week, but the first print run was only 150,000 copies. And that was only because I argued forcefully for it; otherwise, my mommy was only willing to print 100,000—"

Yang Tang: "..."

"Tangtang, are you still there? Why aren't you saying anything?"

"What can I say? Should I demand compensation, terminate the contract, and find another publisher?" Yang Tang said crossly. "Anyway, tell your mom I don't want to see this kind of thing happen a second time, understand?"

"Understood, I understand!"

Just as he hung up He Jiani's overseas call, a knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?" Yang Tang asked impatiently as he walked over to the door.

"Master Yang, it's me, Wan Hailiu."

"Do you need something?"

"Nothing in particular, I just want to be ready to listen to the Master's teachings at any time!" Wan Hailiu's tone was as pious as a puritan's.

Yang Tang felt a headache coming on and initially wanted to send him away directly, but then he suddenly remembered the few matters he needed to handle in the capital. Through the door, he asked, "Old Wan, is it convenient for you to get things done in the capital?"

In a place like Jade Capital, there were simply too many big shots. Not daring to pat his chest and make rash guarantees right away, Wan Hailiu asked cautiously, "Master, I wonder what business you wish to attend to?"

"Buy a car, buy a house!"

Hearing this, Wan Hailiu breathed a sigh of relief. "That's not difficult! As long as the Master is willing to hand the matter over to me, I guarantee it will be settled within a week!"

As soon as those words fell, Yang Tang pulled the door open with a snap. "Come into my room and let's discuss it in detail."

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