Chapter Eighty-Three: Such a Greeting Was Far Too Dominant

Hearing this, Chen Yang lifted his head and glanced at Shen Donghua with cool detachment. "What happened?"

Shen Donghua frowned. "This morning, the project for our new city in the northern suburbs was suspended. I looked into it, and it seems some man named Yu Fanwei is behind it."

"Yu Fanwei? Who's that?" Chen Yang leaned back in his chair and asked in the same indifferent tone.

Shen Donghua said with a frown, "He comes from the Yu family in the provincial capital. They are very powerful, and together with the Han and Zhao families, they are known as the three great families of Jiangdong Province."

"The three great families, huh. Interesting." A faint smile curled at Chen Yang's lips.

"Yes. He came to Linhai out of nowhere and suddenly started making trouble for us. There must be something behind it. And he managed to get our project suspended through his connections, so he does have some clout. I think his goal is probably to have you go meet him in person." Shen Donghua frowned.

"Is that so? But summoning me in such a manner seems a little rude." Chen Yang gave a cold laugh.

"Ah..." Shen Donghua sighed helplessly. "Young masters from prominent families all have some pride. I don't know what exactly offended him, but with people like that, it's better to say a few nice words and send him off as soon as possible."

"Is that so? Since he's already extended such an invitation, then let's go meet him." Chen Yang sneered.

Shen Donghua nodded seriously. "All right, I'll contact him right away."

"Go ahead." Chen Yang's tone remained flat.

Shen Donghua turned and left. Not long after, he returned to Chen Yang's office and reported softly, "Mr. Chen, it's been arranged."

"Is that so? Then where are we meeting him later?" Chen Yang asked calmly.

Shen Donghua replied in a low voice, "Yu Fanwei is at the Bamboo Pavilion."

"The Bamboo Pavilion? That tea house?" Chen Yang asked.

Shen Donghua hurriedly nodded. "Yes."

"Then let's go now." Chen Yang stood up from his chair.

"All right, I'll go down and get the car ready." Shen Donghua said quickly.

After speaking, Shen Donghua turned and hurried toward the office door.

Chen Yang and Shen Donghua got into the car together. A dedicated driver took them toward the Bamboo Pavilion.

The Bamboo Pavilion was a garden-style tea house, its interior arranged with pastoral scenery. It was extremely refined and elegant, usually a place where many businessmen and wealthy bosses gathered to chat and discuss deals.

Half an hour later, Chen Yang and Shen Donghua arrived at the entrance of the Bamboo Pavilion, where two burly men wearing sunglasses stood guard on either side of the door.

As Chen Yang led Shen Donghua to the entrance, one of the sunglasses-wearing men suddenly stopped him. "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, we're here to see Young Master Yu. We've already contacted him." Shen Donghua said quickly with a smile.

After all, Yu Fanwei was from one of the three great families of the provincial capital. Shen Donghua's plan was to speak to this Young Master Yu as politely as possible and send the deity off as soon as he could.

The man in sunglasses frowned. "You're from Huatian Group, aren't you?"

Shen Donghua hurriedly nodded with a smile. "Yes, yes."

But the man in sunglasses curled his lips slightly. "Young Master Yu has already given instructions. If people from Huatian Group come, they are to wait outside for one hour. He still has some matters to handle and cannot see anyone for now."

Hearing this, Shen Donghua's brow immediately tightened.

They had to wait an hour just to see Yu Fanwei?

In Shen Donghua's mind, Yu Fanwei was probably not occupied at all; this was nothing more than a show of force.

He did not want to offend that Young Master Yu, so he looked toward Chen Yang. "Mr. Chen, how about we wait? Let's go along with him and get this deity sent away as soon as possible."

"Is that so? You want to wait an hour?" Chen Yang asked evenly.

Shen Donghua shook his head in resignation. "Sigh... then we'll wait."

"Fine. Then wait." Chen Yang smiled lightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly kicked out, sending one of the sunglasses-wearing men clutching his stomach as he crouched to the ground. Then Chen Yang swung a fist into the other man's abdomen, making him cough up blood.

After that, Chen Yang grabbed the injured man's hair and looked at Shen Donghua with a smile. "Mr. Shen, it seems my way of doing things is completely different from yours."

Shen Donghua swallowed hard, his mind blank.

At that moment, he had only one evaluation of Chen Yang in his heart: wild. Too wild.

Seeing that Chen Yang had already beaten them, Shen Donghua had nothing more to say. He closed his mouth and remained silent.

Chen Yang then looked at the sunglasses-wearing man, whose chin was covered in blood. "So Yu Fanwei really is busy?"

The man, coughing up blood, said in terror, "I don't know."

"Then where is he now?" Chen Yang asked with a cold laugh.

The man lowered his voice. "In... the Xiangya Hall."

"Xiangya Hall? What kind of damn hall is that? Take me there." Chen Yang said icily.

The man hurriedly nodded. "All right, all right, sir."

A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Yang's mouth.

He dragged the man's hair toward Xiangya Hall while asking Shen Donghua, "Mr. Shen, what do you think of the way I handle things?"

Shen Donghua gave a bitter smile. "Very direct."

Chen Yang sneered. "I'll bet Yu Fanwei isn't busy at all. Do you believe me?"

Shen Donghua's voice was bitter. "Mr. Chen, I still think it's best to send this man away quickly."

Chen Yang said with a cold laugh, "Haven't you heard the saying that it's easy to invite a god, but hard to send one away?"

"All right then," Shen Donghua said softly.

Since Chen Yang had already said as much, he naturally had nothing more to add.

In any case, everything would be done according to Chen Yang's wishes.

Chen Yang kept dragging the sunglasses-wearing man's hair. Before long, they reached the entrance of Xiangya Hall.

When Chen Yang arrived at the doorway, he saw Yu Fanwei dressed in a blue shirt, the top two buttons of his collar undone, holding a beautiful woman in his arms as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.

Seeing this, Chen Yang looked at Shen Donghua and smiled. "Mr. Shen, I told you. This fellow isn't busy at all."

Shen Donghua forced a wry smile, his expression somewhat awkward.

Bang!

Without another word, Chen Yang hurled the sunglasses-wearing man into the private room.

Crash.

The man smashed into the tea table, startling the woman in Yu Fanwei's arms so badly that she sprang to her feet.

Yu Fanwei was also somewhat angered now, his face full of fury.

Chen Yang and Shen Donghua then walked into the private room. Chen Yang sat down on the redwood sofa beside Yu Fanwei, crossed one leg over the other, and looked at him. "The people outside said Young Master Yu was busy with something. But from where I stand, it doesn't seem like you have much going on. Could it be that, for Young Master Yu, being intimate with a woman counts as business?"

Yu Fanwei suddenly shot to his feet and cursed, "You damn bastard, how dare you be so insolent!"

Chen Yang picked at his right ear with his little finger. "It seems Young Master Yu was the one being insolent first, greeting me in such a unique way."

Yu Fanwei narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What the hell gives you the right to sit here and talk to me? What are you, anyway?"

Chen Yang shrugged. "Not a thing, you say? Then are you even a thing?"

Yu Fanwei did not bother wasting more words with Chen Yang. He took out his phone and made a call.

After hanging up, Yu Fanwei sat down on the redwood sofa, picked up a glass of red wine, and drained it in one gulp. Then he looked at Chen Yang and threatened, "You damn bastard, you've got guts. Since you've got guts, don't leave. Stay right here. Don't leave."

"I haven't even had a proper conversation with Young Master Yu yet. Of course I won't leave." Chen Yang said, eyes half-narrowed.

After speaking, Chen Yang also stood up from the sofa and said in a cold voice, "Actually, I have a question for Young Master Yu. As far as I know, Chen Yang and you have always kept to our own affairs and never crossed paths. Why did you have my new city project in the northern suburbs suspended? Do you want to make trouble for me?"

Yu Fanwei said disdainfully, "If I want it suspended, it's suspended. In the future, I'll even bring your Huatian Group down. Let's wait and see."

"What a big mouth."

At this moment, Chen Yang's voice also turned icy. Deep within his eyes, a thick layer of frost gathered, and the temperature in the room seemed to plunge all at once.