Chapter 3410

Hearing these words from He Fengnian, Zhao Desan nodded thoughtfully, then smiled and said, "I know about this now. I'll find an opportunity to mention it to my cousin." As he spoke, Zhao Desan glanced to the side and saw Yang Meixia pouting while waiting for him. He pointed into the distance and said to He Fengnian, "Minister He, some friends of mine are still waiting for me, so I won't take up any more of your time. I'll play host and treat you to a meal another day."

He Fengnian laughed, patted Zhao Desan on the shoulder, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, go on and do your business."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with He Fengnian, Zhao Desan walked over to Yang Meixia and Biaozi, smiling as he explained, "That was He Fengnian, the Minister of the Municipal Organization Department. We just exchanged a few words."

When they came out of the funeral home, Yang Meixia saw that Han Yuqiao, the Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission, had also come to pay his respects. She hurriedly said to Zhao Desan, "Look, even the Secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Commission is here!"

Zhao Desan didn't feel curious and said, "Now that the man is dead, Old Huang can no longer threaten anyone's interests, so the people below can come and mourn him without any misgivings."

Biaozi picked up on Zhao Desan's remark and said, "Yeah, for all we know, Old Huang might have been framed by someone!"

Yang Meixia felt that Zhao Desan seemed a bit somber today and couldn't help but ask him, "You're a young man, why are you so mature in your speech and actions! Why do you think of the world's affairs as so sinister!"

Zhao Desan gave a bitter smile and said, "The world is sinister, and life is complex; it never hurts to use your brain a little more." As he spoke, Zhao Desan felt that Huang Yousheng had done him a small favor, and since his immediate family had already immigrated abroad and dared not return, and Old Huang had trusted him so much as to give him the password to that bank card—which was still on his person—he felt he should do something for Old Huang, who was now in the netherworld. He decided that from now on, he would visit Huang Yousheng's grave on the anniversary of his death.

Thinking of this, Zhao Desan arranged for Biaozi, saying, "Biaozi, go ask the funeral committee and find out where Vice Governor Huang's remains will be kept in the future."

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Yang Meixia frowned and asked with a curious look, "Why are you asking about that?"

Zhao Desan said with deep emotion, "Vice Governor Huang did me a small favor while he was in prison. His relatives are all abroad and dare not return. As the saying goes, a drop of water in need shall be repaid with a spring. From now on, every anniversary of Huang Yousheng's death, I will go to his grave to sweep it."

Biaozi put on his sunglasses and went to inquire. After returning, he told Zhao Desan, "Huang Yousheng's remains will be placed at the Qingbo Cemetery on the West Third Ring Road of the provincial capital."

Since Huang Yousheng had already passed away, there was no need for Zhao Desan to go and arrange a cell transfer for him. Not staying long at the funeral home, Zhao Desan got into Yang Meixia's BMW and asked her to take him to the station, preparing to take a bus back to the Chanba Development Zone.

Just at this moment, a Mercedes-Benz suddenly darted out from behind Yang Meixia's car and blocked the front of her BMW. A person stepped out of the Mercedes; both Yang Meixia and Zhao Desan recognized him—it was Fan Chengquan from the Provincial Water Conservancy Department. Seeing this guy, Yang Meixia was full of anger, while Zhao Desan couldn't help but frown, because this guy had even stronger connections than he did, and he really didn't want to clash with him. Last time, it was this guy who schemed to get him sent to prison; if it hadn't been for Yang Meixia, he probably would have been sentenced.

Fan Chengquan swaggered to the front of Yang Meixia's car, slapped the door, and said something. Yang Meixia angrily rolled down the window and snapped, "Fan, what do you want!"

Fan Chengquan smiled and said, "Mrs. Fan, how did you end up here? Could it be that you were entrusted by your old man to come and pay respects to Huang Yousheng's remains too?"

"Get lost!" Yang Meixia scolded angrily, "Who is your Mrs. Fan!"

Facing Yang Meixia's furious rebuke, Fan Chengquan wasn't angry at all. He didn't get lost, but instead said with a cheeky grin, "Don't be impatient, sooner or later you will become Mrs. Fan."

Seeing Fan Chengquan's shameless appearance, Yang Meixia was helpless. She said, "We have things to do, hurry up and move your Mercedes!"

Fan Chengquan saw Zhao Desan, who was sitting in Yang Meixia's car, turning his head and pretending to be deaf and dumb. He said with a look of contempt, "Oh my, no wonder. I couldn't find you these past few days; so this kid surnamed Liu has come to the city again! Kid, aren't you in the Chanba Development Zone? Why did you run to the city again! Haven't you sat in prison enough, and you want to continue sitting?"

Zhao Desan knew that Fan Chengquan had a strong backing and great ability, so he definitely couldn't go head-to-head with him; if he did, he would be the only one to suffer. So, suppressing the anger in his belly, he said indifferently, "I have nothing to say to you. Meixia, let's go."

Fan Chengquan blocked the way and wouldn't let go. Biaozi couldn't stand it anymore, stuck his head out from the back, and said, "Are you going to let go? Otherwise, I'm going to get rough!"

Fan Chengquan saw Biaozi. He was somewhat familiar with Biaozi and knew that Biaozi was a martial arts expert; he might not have other skills, but he was quite something when it came to fighting. Fan Chengquan then sensibly let go, returned to his Mercedes, and suddenly called down three burly men, shouting, "Want to fight? I have bodyguards too!"

Biaozi wasn't afraid of Fan Chengquan's three bodyguards at all and was about to get out of the car to fight the other side. Yang Meixia saw this and stopped Biaozi, saying, "Don't fight. Fighting won't solve the problem. I'll go down and talk to this Fan guy."

Yang Meixia then turned her head and said to Zhao Desan, "You come along too." Zhao Desan had no choice but to accompany Yang Meixia out of the car and come to Fan Chengquan's side.

Yang Meixia asked, "Fan Chengquan, what exactly do you want?"

Fan Chengquan glanced at Zhao Desan with a look of disdain and questioned Yang Meixia, "Meixia, I just don't understand. What is so good about this Liu guy! Why are you so good to him, are you obsessed with him? Compared to me, he's like a wild chicken compared to a phoenix, a mouse compared to a tiger. What does he have! He's just a poor kid, and from the suburbs at that. The banknotes I, Fan Chengquan, have, if stacked up, would be as tall as this kid. I could knock this Liu guy unconscious with hundred-yuan bills! What can he bring you! Can he buy you a top-tier luxury villa in the city? Can he give you a five or six-million-yuan BMW? Does he have a diamond necklace?" After saying a series of insults to Zhao Desan, Fan Chengquan walked up to him, pointed his finger at Zhao Desan's chest, and said with a look of contempt, "Kid! If you're smart, get lost far away and stop hovering in front of me and Meixia. I'm telling you, without a net worth of hundreds of millions, don't even think about Meixia. I know her personality; she's just playing with you! Adding some drama to our relationship! If you're smart, get lost!"

Zhao Desan stubbornly pretended to be deaf and dumb and didn't retort a single word to this guy. He really didn't want to get tough with him; after all, Fan Chengquan's backing was too strong, and he couldn't afford to provoke him.

It was Yang Meixia who couldn't stand it anymore and scolded Fan Chengquan, "Fan Chengquan, you've gone too far!"

Fan Chengquan sneered, and while speaking, he took out several tickets for the Fugui Auction House's live event from his pocket, waved them in front of Yang Meixia, and said, "These are admission tickets for the Fugui live auction. Meixia, let's go, come with me to the auction site. I heard that this auction will feature a phoenix crown worn by the Empress of the Qing Dynasty's Kangxi Emperor. It's priceless and exquisitely beautiful. I'll bid for it and give it to you as an engagement gift."

Yang Meixia treated it as if she were listening to a dog fart and impatiently turned her head away. Seeing this, Fan Chengquan mocked Zhao Desan, "All girls in the world are vain and worship romance. Chasing girls costs money. If you don't have money, why are you chasing girls? Get lost sooner rather than later. If you really have the ability, buddy, come with me to broaden your horizons and let you see how this master chases girls. I'm afraid this scene, let alone seeing it, would scare you to death just by hearing about it!"

Zhao Desan really wanted to spray this guy who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. A few days ago, he really didn't have money, but now, he had Huang Yousheng's bank card on him, and he knew the password; there were at least several million in it. But in order not to complicate things, Zhao Desan chose to swallow his anger, his face livid, and didn't speak to Fan Chengquan. Because he knew that if he really followed Fan Chengquan into the auction, he wouldn't be able to afford any gifts; after all, he didn't dare use this card yet. If that happened, Fan Chengquan would look down on him again, and maybe Fan Chengquan would insult him even more severely. So, Zhao Desan kept his face livid and ignored Fan Chengquan.

Yang Meixia saw the man she admired being mocked like this by the other party. She pulled Zhao Desan over and whispered, "Zhao Desan, let's go with him. I have a bank card in my bag with thirty million in it! I'll secretly give you the card. When the time comes, watch my signals. If I really take a fancy to that phoenix crown, you bid for it before Fan Chengquan does and give it to me. We'll join forces and crush Fan Chengquan's arrogance."

Damn it! Thirty million? Hearing this number, Zhao Desan widened his eyes and said with some disbelief, "You have that much money?"

Yang Meixia laughed, "Who do you think this lady is! I have money. When the time comes for the auction, you just hold up the paddle. Don't let this Fan guy succeed. At worst, we'll just lose the deposit!" Yang Meixia knew very well about her own card; where would she have thirty million! There was only fifty thousand in the card. She was fooling Zhao Desan like this just to make him feel more confident in front of Fan Chengquan, so he wouldn't lose to Fan Chengquan in terms of momentum.

Having agreed on the plan, Yang Meixia turned her head and said to Fan Chengquan with disdain, "It's just an auction, isn't it! We'll go!"

So, Yang Meixia drove her BMW, closely following Fan Chengquan's Mercedes, and the group arrived at the Fugui auction site.

The auction site was in the top-floor conference room of the Crown Hotel. The venue was decorated in a magnificent style, and the scene was grand. Many socialites, as well as some famous film and television stars and business owners, had already arrived and taken their seats. This was Zhao Desan's first time in such a star-studded occasion. When he saw those stars he had only seen in movies and TV shows, the excitement in his heart was indescribable. Yang Meixia had Biaozi submit a copy of their ID and a thirty-thousand-yuan deposit to the conference organizers; once they went back on their word, the deposit would be forfeited.