Chapter 108: A Call from the Capital: Leng Wanqiu's Encirclement!

In the morning, Song Mo woke up yawning nonstop.

Logically speaking, with his current physical condition, he shouldn't be this fatigued at all.

But it was because of a nightmare.

Yesterday's sleep quality was truly terrible.

After washing up, Song Mo got down to serious business.

—Morning martial arts practice.

On his phone, Dushima Yingxue had sent a message.

Dushima Yingxue: Respected Teacher, I have already obtained my parents' permission to stay by your side and receive your instruction for a period of time.

Dushima Yingxue: Teacher, I will soon travel to Huaguo to find you.

Dushima Yingxue: I hope the Teacher will not stint in teaching me.

After finishing his martial arts practice, Song Mo picked up his phone, saw the message from Dushima Yingxue, and immediately replied.

Song Mo: Alright, I understand.

Song Mo: When the time comes, I will teach you with all my heart.

Song Mo wiped the sweat from his body.

He took a shower, then headed off to class at the Music College of Modu University.

He had previously taken a one-month leave, but because of his special status, they only docked his pay—after all, the school couldn't bear to lose such a divine musical master.

After a day's worth of matters were wrapped up.

Song Mo finally got the call he had been waiting for.

The phone rang—an unfamiliar number.

The caller location showed Beijing.

Song Mo's heart gave a slight jolt.

He picked up the phone.

A young male voice came from the other end, sounding very bright and full of vigor—one could tell he was a very spirited young man.

"Is this Song Mo?"

Song Mo was silent for a moment.

"Yes."

"Hello, I am Guard Zhang Xiaojun. Someone wants to see you."

"Where?"

"The Forbidden City."

"Alright."

"Come as early as possible—the time is set for tomorrow at twelve noon. Is that alright?"

"No problem."

"Then that's that. Wishing you a pleasant life."

After hanging up with the young man, Song Mo immediately checked flights and high-speed rail tickets to Beijing, finally choosing an evening high-speed train that would arrive around late at night.

No way around it—one always had to show respect to the leadership.

Especially when Song Mo wasn't yet powerful enough, showing the right attitude would be more beneficial to his development.

……

The day before Song Mo returned.

Leng Wanqiu had already begun her retaliation against Song Mo, and by today, the preparations to encircle and annihilate the Song Family were finally complete.

The storm was about to break.

The An Family and the Lin Family, at this point in time, suddenly went mute.

It was as if they feared Leng Wanqiu—as if Leng Wanqiu were the true local tyrant of Modu, and these two families were just little brothers who didn't dare speak up……

Heh, how could that possibly be?

No matter what, An Chenglan and Lin Haisheng wouldn't be afraid of a junior like Leng Wanqiu, even if the Leng Family's connections up top were stronger.

The reason both families had gone deathly silent.

Was that Leng Wanqiu had offered enough bargaining chips and had negotiated with both families. Although the Leng Group's takeover of Modu was the general trend—something neither Leng Wanqiu nor the An and Lin families could change.

Nevertheless, Leng Wanqiu was willing to make concessions on interests, and on the An Family and Lin Family's core industrial chains, she held the line firmly, absolutely refusing to compete with the two families.

Merchants pursue profit.

The conditions Leng Wanqiu offered were already very good.

An Chenglan and Lin Haisheng were no fools. With Leng Wanqiu's sincerity laid out so fully, no one would risk offending the Leng Group to help an unrelated Song Family.

Not kicking them while they were down and tearing off a piece of flesh was already the height of benevolence and duty.

In the end, while Song Mo was taking the high-speed train flying toward Beijing.

Leng Wanqiu's great net had already been fully laid out.

Now it was time to close it!

Either don't do it, or if you do, do it properly!

Whether black or white, every method—Leng Wanqiu used them all!

She was very curious—when the Song Family was on the verge of bankruptcy, watching her parents' wretched state, watching the family's dire straits, would Song Mo still be so aloof?

"I'm really looking forward to it…… hehe."

"I hope your bones are nice and hard, your spirit nice and high—best you can keep me entertained a little longer."

The Leng Group's office.

Leng Wanqiu pressed her entire body of fat onto the specially designed office chair; even though the chair was made of alloy, it still creaked and groaned.

Her mindset had already twisted.

After her anger and pent-up frustration reached their peak.

The Leng Wanqiu who had broken free and unleashed herself now carried a taint of perversion in her psyche.

Her desires were no longer suppressed.

She desperately wanted to obtain.

She wanted to obtain a way to lose weight, she wanted to obtain others' approval, she wanted to obtain Song Mo, who was now enjoying his solitude alone…

"As long as I'm comfortable, why should I care about others' feelings?"

Since Song Mo's rebirth, the female leads from his past life had changed entirely—they no longer dared to provoke him.

Yet Song Mo still found them nauseating.

He was more moral; after all, in this life they hadn't yet committed any wrongs, so while he wanted revenge, he felt it unnecessary. The one he truly had to deal with, no matter what, was the black market heiress who had killed him in his past life.

And now Leng Wanqiu had finally shed her disguise.

Leng Wanqiu, lost in fantasies of subduing Song Mo and enjoying a beautiful life afterward, would never imagine that Song Mo had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

…

That night, Song Tiancheng's phone was flooded with calls.

Song Tiancheng, overwhelmed by call after call, was utterly frantic—but he didn't want Bai Jiaojiao to see and worry, so he went into his study.

The calls kept coming one after another.

All were calling to notify Song Tiancheng that they were terminating cooperation with the Song Group.

Not just one area—nearly total, all-encompassing cancellation!

From the product chain to the sales end, not a single exception!

Some, constrained by massive penalties, hadn't terminated contracts—but resorted to dirty tricks, taking Song Tiancheng's money without delivering any products.

They pulled out every shameless, underhanded tactic.

Suddenly, the Song Group seemed to have committed a grave offense, and every enterprise began uniting to boycott it.

Online, a flood of negative news emerged.

The Song Group's reputation plummeted rapidly.

How could Song Tiancheng not know!

Someone was targeting him!

Someone was targeting the Song Group!

And the opponent was undoubtedly a capital titan—at least large enough to crush the Song Group, but the methods were far too brutal.

The person hiding behind the scenes seemed determined to finish the job completely!

Another call came in.

Song Tiancheng gasped for breath and picked up his phone.

When he saw the caller ID, his heart jolted, then he let out a bitter laugh, his emotions complicated.

Composing himself, Song Tiancheng answered the call with a blank expression.

"Hello, Lao Song?"

The voice on the other end was timid and hesitant.

"Lao Chen, just say what you need to say."

"You wouldn't call me for no reason."

Song Tiancheng's tone was cold.

Lao Chen on the other end seemed to realize Song Tiancheng had figured something out.

His voice was bitter.

"Lao Song, I didn't want to do this…"

"We've been partners for years."

"But it's just… Ah! I remember you're not the type to make enemies, right?"

Song Tiancheng sneered, "You've taken plenty of benefits from Leng Wanqiu, haven't you?"

The man on the other end fell silent.

Lao Chen's voice rose, furious and ashamed:

"Lao Song, what are you talking about!"

"We've been friends for how many years! Look at your rotten temper—you've always been like this, you deserve to be crushed…"

Song Tiancheng hung up the phone.

He spat a mouthful of phlegm into the trash bin.

Looking at the clock on the wall, he lit a cigarette with no expression, smoked it in silence until the butt burned out…

He didn't even want to cry.

He almost wanted to laugh.

(End of Chapter)