Supremely Talented Tyrant

"You..." Ouyang Mei suddenly became displeased, as Hao Jian still dared to mock her.

"Cut the crap and give the money quickly, I reckon you don't want to see this in the paper tomorrow, do you?" Zhao Duocai said impatiently, finding it even more intolerable that Hao Jian dared to ignore him.

Hao Jian squinted at Zhao Duocai, pausing for about ten seconds, seemingly considering something.

"Are you freaking deaf?" Zhao Duocai shouted, feeling bold with so many brothers behind him; he didn't take Hao Jian seriously at all.

After all, Zhao Duocai and his people only had a superficial understanding of Hao Jian—they just knew he was a pretty boy who had landed a very wealthy wife and was thus riding high.

After hesitating for a while, Hao Jian still chose to take out the briefcase from behind him.

He had been debating whether or not to kill Zhao Duocai, but he felt that killing people all the time wasn't a good look, so he chose to pay instead.

The briefcase, over a meter tall, was placed in front of Ouyang Mei and the others with a thud, obviously very heavy.

Ouyang Mei and Zhao Duocai both were thrilled upon seeing this; after all, it was all money.

"Twenty million is here, bring me what I want," Hao Jian said to Zhao Duocai, spreading his hands.

But Zhao Duocai didn't immediately hand over the videotape; instead, he first checked the stack of vivid RMB banknotes in the briefcase.

His companions also couldn't help but be shocked at the sight, so much money it was.

"Mr. Hao Jian really is a sincere man, huh." Zhao Duocai grinned maliciously, "But why is there ten million missing?"

"Ten million missing?" Hao Jian narrowed his eyes, also sensing the other's intent, his eyes flashing with a cold gleam.

"I just said twenty million, did you remember wrong?" Zhao Duocai laughed derisively, the more he thought about it, the more he felt shortchanged. Hao Jian had so readily agreed to give them ten million, clearly not caring about such an amount. So he felt he had taken too little and decided to hike the price on the spot.

Hao Jian chuckled coldly, "Is it me who remembered wrong, or are you intentionally hiking the price now?

"So what if I am hiking the price? If you don't pay, I will send this video to your wife. Mr. Hao Jian, I imagine someone as wealthy as you wouldn't want to upset your wife over such a small sum, right?" Zhao Duocai looked at Hao Jian with ill intentions, sure he had Hao Jian under his control.

Ouyang Mei also couldn't help but pause, and then she too was overjoyed, it was as if they'd gained an extra ten million out of nowhere.

Hao Jian shook his head and laughed, "You are really greedy!"

"So, do you accept or not?" Zhao Duocai asked with a sinister smile.

Hao Jian shrugged his shoulders, pulled out a check from his clothes, and then signed a string of digits, "As for me, I don't want trouble, so consider it a payment to ward off disaster."

After that, he handed over the check, his gaze ice-cold as he said, "However, I really dislike being played. I hope this is the first and the last time, understand?"

Zhao Duocai coldly took the check, somewhat displeased; at this point, Hao Jian was still putting on an act.

"You're amazing!" Ouyang Mei couldn't help but hug Zhao Duocai's face and kissed him, overwhelmed with excitement. This meant another ten million, a doubled profit.

"Of course, I am far better than certain pretty boys who rely on women," Zhao Duocai said with a meaningful glance at Hao Jian, and then he mocked with a laugh.

"Here, your stuff is here, happy cooperation!" Zhao Duocai tossed a box with tapes to Hao Jian.

Hao Jian caught the tapes, weighed them in his hand, and then smiled at Zhao Duocai, "I assume you haven't made a backup, right? You've deleted it from your phone, haven't you?"

"What's with all the nonsense? Take it or give it back!" Zhao Duocai said impatiently.

"I hope you indeed have no backup, and I also hope this is our last meeting," Hao Jian said meaningfully, his eyes balefully glaring.

He really didn't want to be blackmailed again. While he could tolerate Zhao Duocai hiking the price, he didn't want him clinging like a fly, never letting go.

With that, Hao Jian left with the tapes.

"Humph, just showboating!" Zhao Duocai hummed disdainfully, finding Hao Jian increasingly irritating to look at.

"Zhao Duocai, you just easily handed over the tapes to that guy, a mere twenty million is nothing to him, why not ask for more?" Zhao Duocai's friends came over and asked him.

"What's there to fear? I have a backup. Those twenty million are just a small sweetener; when I run out of money, I'll ask him for more!" Zhao Duocai snorted coldly, smugly laughing.

It turned out this guy really had a backup, planning to blackmail Hao Jian once and continue when he was short of money later.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. This way, you've got that kid completely under your thumb. Zhao Duocai, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking in the future, with extortion you can build a fortune, big shot!" Zhao Duocai's friends gave him a thumbs up.

"Zhao Duocai, you've really struck it rich now, don't forget us brothers," Zhao Duocai's brothers all chimed in.

"How could I possibly forget? I won't let my brothers suffer," Zhao Duocai said grandly, thumping his chest and then adding, "Come, each of my brothers will get one million!"

At that moment, he felt immensely wealthy because the money had come so easily, and he planned to simply ask Hao Jian for more if it ran out, so he had no worries at all, treating the money as nothing of concern.

Right then, Zhao Duocai treated Hao Jian as his personal ATM and naïvely thought he had Hao Jian completely under his thumb.

........

Hao Jian had just left Zhao Duocai when he received a call from Murong Qiushui, who commanded him, "Hurry up and speed things up; the Ye Family has already dispatched Ye Fenglin to move against you; I reckon he will come to you in a few days!"

"Understood!" Hao Jian replied, then shook his head, feeling overwhelmed by yet another problem.

Immediately, he picked up his phone and called, "Li He, arrange a plane to Capital City for me, yes, right now!"

Hao Jian drove to his private airstrip, only to find Murong Qiushui was also there.

"You're going too?" Hao Jian couldn't help but be suspicious. Wouldn't it expose everything if Murong Qiushui went with him?

"Of course. I need to go back and gather more information and also figure out a way to satisfy Yeyun's spies," Murong Qiushui responded indifferently.

"Are you sure about this? If you take action this way, you might completely disassociate from the Murong Family in the future," Hao Jian couldn't help but remind her.

But Murong Qiushui was unmoved, replying coldly, "I know what I am doing, so you don't need to teach me!"

Hearing this, Hao Jian looked deeply at Murong Qiushui and eventually did not try to stop her but said, "Get on the plane."

The plane flew for three hours and arrived in Capital City; Hao Jian was the first to disembark, heading alone to meet Murong Yeyun. An hour after Hao Jian left, Murong Qiushui came down from the plane and then left in a different direction by car, knowing her next moves had to be completely covert to thoroughly deceive Yeyun's spies and ensure the plan proceeded smoothly.

Meanwhile, Murong Yeyun had become highly valued within the family during this period, handling business that used to be managed by Murong Qiushui.

And to prove himself to Murong Xiao, Murong Yeyun had also been working exceptionally hard during this time.

Yet, despite this, the family business was still making minimal progress, with no significant mishaps but no major advancements either.

Amidst his frustration, Murong Yeyun couldn't help but wonder why he was unable to surpass Murong Qiushui? How could he possibly lose to a woman?

Just then, his subordinate came to report.

"Young Master, someone is asking to see you," the subordinate spoke.

"No, no, can't you see I'm busy?" Murong Yeyun dismissed impatiently, his mind frazzled as he desperately wanted to make a mark and had no time for anything else.

"But the person who is asking to see you is Hao Jian," the subordinate added.

"Eh?" Hearing this, Murong Yeyun was taken aback and turned to look at his aide, slightly surprised. What does Hao Jian want with him suddenly?

"Let him in!" Murong Yeyun said, curious to see why Hao Jian had come to see him.

In no time, Hao Jian entered, instantly taking on a familiar tone as he grabbed and shook Murong Yeyun's hand vigorously.

"Brother Yeyun, long time no see, hope you're doing well," Hao Jian said, grinning widely, his demeanor obsequious.

Hearing this, Murong Yeyun's face darkened immediately— this guy hadn't changed at all and was still shameless as ever.

Murong Yeyun quickly pulled his hand away and asked without any warmth, "What are you here for?"

In his view, Hao Jian's visit was like a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken—not to be trusted!

But Hao Jian, unfazed, continued smiling, "I've come to seek peace with you."

"Seek peace?" Murong Yeyun paused, finding it unbelievable. Hao Jian, of all people, wanting to seek peace?

But intuition told Murong Yeyun there had to be deceit involved; he sneered soon after, "You're asking for peace? You're not joking with me, are you?"

"Of course not. I think this constant battling to the death is too tiring. I'm not very ambitious. I just want to hold on to my own territory. Fighting back and forth with you makes no sense; in the end, both sides suffer, and no one wins," Hao Jian sycophantically explained.

"Do you think I believe a word you're saying?" Murong Yeyun scoffed, finding it laughable. Hao Jian was basically treating him like a fool.

Others might not know Hao Jian's true nature, but did he not know it? If it was about seeking peace, why hadn't he done so earlier? Why wait until now?