Chapter Fifty-Nine: A Genius Among Thousands

Liu Xianghui sneered at the words, saying, “Your true strength? Come on, show me.”

“Alright,” Chen Yang replied calmly.

With those words, he rose and made a phone call. Soon, a robust male voice came from his phone, “Hello, Mr. Chen.”

“Mr. Song, can we talk now?” Chen Yang said with a faint smile.

The man immediately laughed, “Of course. Hand the phone to Liu Xianghui.”

“Alright.” Chen Yang nodded and placed the phone by Liu Xianghui's ear. Liu Xianghui looked puzzled, and at that moment, the man surnamed Song gave a cold chuckle, “Liu Xianghui, it's me, Song Wenming.”

“Song... Brother Song,” Liu Xianghui’s eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Song Wenming was no ordinary figure—he was the second son of the Song family in the capital, a powerful family and a formidable man.

Liu Xianghui could naturally deduce that Song Wenming’s call was because of Chen Yang.

He was baffled. Chen Yang’s sphere of influence was at most limited to Jiangdong Province. Even if he knew people in the capital, there was no way he could get someone from the Song family to speak for him.

While Liu Xianghui was still confused, Song Wenming spoke coldly, “That plot of land in the northern suburb of Linhai City—can you stay out of it?”

Facing such a heavyweight, Liu Xianghui dared not object and replied softly, “Of course, with your word, it couldn’t be simpler.”

“Don’t ignore what I say,” Song Wenming warned.

Liu Xianghui nodded quickly, “Yes, yes.”

“Good. Give the phone back to Mr. Chen,” Song Wenming said.

Liu Xianghui hurriedly said to Chen Yang, “Mr. Song wants to speak with you again.”

Chen Yang shot Liu Xianghui a cold glance, then picked up the phone and said, “Alright, it’s settled. Thanks.”

Song Wenming replied hastily, “Not at all. With Elder Hua’s request, how could I refuse?”

“When I have time in the capital, I’ll treat you to a meal,” Chen Yang said lightly.

“Too kind,” Song Wenming answered.

Chen Yang smiled slightly and ended the call, then turned and made another call. This time, the recipient was an elderly man—the very Elder Hua Song Wenming had mentioned.

Elder Hua was a major figure in the capital. Chen Yang’s acquaintance with him dated back to his childhood martial arts training—Elder Hua was his master and his sole disciple.

Elder Hua was extremely strict in accepting disciples. Years ago, Chen Yang’s mother sent him to learn martial arts under Elder Hua, and he stood out among a dozen peers.

Elder Hua cherished him greatly. Later, when Chen Yang was expelled from his family, Elder Hua wanted to help him, but his mother refused.

After that, Chen Yang returned to Linhai with his mother. Many things happened, but occasionally, he still kept in touch with his master.

Elder Hua was exceptionally wise, and his martial prowess was unfathomable. Though Chen Yang was at the grandmaster level, Elder Hua seemed to be above even that. As for what lay beyond the grandmaster realm, Elder Hua never said, but he always believed Chen Yang would reach the pinnacle of martial arts, showing him deep affection and esteem.

Soon, Hua Zhongwu answered the call, laughing, “Kid, all settled?”

Chen Yang replied with a gentle smile, “Master, thank you.”

Hua Zhongwu, his slicked-back hair and deep gaze, laughed again, “Kid, keep up the good work.”

“Master, how’s your health?” Chen Yang asked, grateful for his master’s guidance. Without him, Chen Yang’s martial skills would never have reached their current heights.

Hua Zhongwu continued laughing, “Still alright, still alright. Do your own thing well. I know you’re not an ordinary person—your future achievements may even surpass mine.”

Chen Yang laughed, “If not for you introducing me to the path, I’d never have achieved this.”

“Do you know why I chose you among so many? You must understand the reason,” Hua Zhongwu said seriously.

Chen Yang nodded. He understood perfectly.

Hua Zhongwu had seen his extraordinary bone structure and unique temperament, and considering Chen Yang had achieved grandmaster status at a young age, it seemed Elder Hua’s judgment had been correct.

Chen Yang felt gratified by his master’s praise.

After chatting for a while, Chen Yang said softly, “Master, once I’ve dealt with my current affairs, I’ll find time to visit you personally.”

“Good, good,” Hua Zhongwu replied, his face full of affection.

Though Chen Yang had long since struck out on his own, whenever his name was mentioned, Hua Zhongwu couldn’t help but show his fondness. He admired talent—having lived most of his life, he hadn’t seen such a remarkable youth as Chen Yang in a long time.

Thinking back to the first time he met Chen Yang, Elder Hua still remembered how his heart had raced with excitement.

After finishing his conversation with Hua Zhongwu, Chen Yang ended the call, put his phone back in his pocket, and strode over to Liu Xianghui, saying forcefully, “Now, do you understand my strength?”

Liu Xianghui looked embarrassed, glanced at Chen Yang, and said nothing.

Suddenly, Chen Yang grabbed Liu Xianghui by the collar, stared into his eyes, and said coldly, “I’m asking you—do you now understand my strength?”

Liu Xianghui’s face darkened, “I understand, I understand.”

Seeing Liu Xianghui’s nervous expression, Chen Yang said icily, “You never had the means to compete with me, because you can’t even fathom how strong I am.”

“If anyone causes trouble at my northern suburb construction site again, I’ll blind you. Understood?”

At this point, Liu Xianghui had no courage to challenge Chen Yang. He bowed his head and nodded.

“Wu Guangde, beat him up and throw him out,” Chen Yang said to Wu Guangde.

Wu Guangde nodded quickly, “Alright, understood, you can rest assured.”

Chen Yang let go of Liu Xianghui’s collar and turned to Shen Donghua, “Let’s go.”

Shen Donghua nodded, gave Chen Yang an admiring look, and silently followed him out.

The reason Shen Donghua had looked at Chen Yang with admiration was because he had just realized Chen Yang could even mobilize forces from the capital, inspiring awe in his heart.

He had thought Chen Yang was merely a wealthy young man, but after everything that happened, Shen Donghua realized Chen Yang’s past was anything but ordinary—there must be many stories behind him.

Liu Xianghui was beaten by Wu Guangde’s men, but that was no concern of Chen Yang’s.

To Chen Yang, Liu Xianghui deserved the beating.

He truly needed to be taught a lesson.

Encountering him this time, Chen Yang was teaching him how to behave.

Chen Yang returned home after ten o’clock. He knew Qin Muxue would surely ask him what happened, but he already had his excuse prepared: he’d say he went out to dinner with classmates.

He had plenty of allies on his side, and if Qin Muxue didn’t believe him, he could give her Lu Baiming’s number—Lu Baiming would definitely vouch for him.

Chen Yang returned home in good spirits, but to his surprise, the villa’s living room was brightly lit, and Qin Guoshan and Qin Muxue were still awake.

Even more astonishing, Su Xiaoling was at the house, sitting on the sofa, chatting happily with Qin Muxue and Qin Guoshan.

As soon as Chen Yang entered, all eyes turned to him.

Su Xiaoling still had some reservations about Chen Yang, so seeing him return so late, she deliberately provoked him, “Hey, you’re back this late? Where have you been sneaking around behind my sister’s back?”

“What sneaking? I went to dinner with a few high school classmates. By the way, why are you here? Aren’t you heading back to Xinhai?” Chen Yang asked.

Su Xiaoling laughed mischievously, “That’s right, not only am I not leaving, I’ll be living here long-term. With me and Sister Xue watching you, let’s see if you dare misbehave.”

“You’re staying long-term?” Chen Yang was shocked.

Su Xiaoling staying? Good heavens.

The household was about to be turned upside down.

Su Xiaoling said seriously, “Of course. What, you’re not welcoming me? Even if you’re not, it doesn’t matter.”

Chen Yang laughed, “Welcome, welcome. Besides, it’s not my house—so even if I don’t welcome you, I can’t kick you out.”

“You’re thinking of kicking me out?” Su Xiaoling suddenly challenged.

Chen Yang was speechless. As Confucius said, women and petty men are hard to deal with—it really was true.

Su Xiaoling had a knack for twisting his words; when had he ever said he’d kick her out?

Chen Yang was truly at a loss.

At this point, Qin Muxue, perhaps fearing Chen Yang and Su Xiaoling would argue again, explained, “Xiaoling plans to open a piano training school in the city. I’ve got some resources, so I asked her to stay. I’ll help her set up the school.”

“Is that so? That sounds interesting.” Chen Yang smiled, thinking about how with Su Xiaoling opening a piano school in Linhai, there would be more happenings at home—certainly lively.

After speaking, he realized he had some resources himself, so he looked at Su Xiaoling and asked, “How about it? Have you encountered any difficulties setting up the school? Want my help?”