Chapter 142

Li Xin didn't hold a housewarming banquet; he moved house silently, not intending to stay long, and when he had nothing to do he still liked to return to Xi Gong to stay, it was comfortable.

The next day, he received calls from Chai Shu and Lan Jing, both conveying the same message: someone had contacted them to sound them out, asking them to let the Ma family have their way.

What could Li Xin say? Of course he thanked them for their helping hand.

After hanging up, Li Xin sat on the living-room sofa, lit a cigarette, and thought: the Ma family still has some background; after being away so long, someone still speaks up for them.

First clear the outskirts; so far no one has come looking for him—looks like the Ma family wants a fight!

He was just about to arrange for someone to go to Wanwan when his big brother's phone rang.

He picked up and immediately said, "Chief Superintendent Huang, you have so much time today? You still remember me!"

Huang Bingyao said over the phone, "A Xin, someone sounded me out, asking if I know you, wanting me to act as a middleman; I gave no reply, I just wanted to ask you, what do you think?"

Li Xin joked, "What if I wanted to fight?"

Huang Bingyao hesitated not at all, and gave him advice: "A Xin, I know about your business with the Ma family; you're my younger brother, I'll definitely back you."

"They haven't run away, and I won't let them off either—go ahead and do it, but remember: if you fight, fight to the finish, don't leave yourself a future problem."

As they say, you really need a close elder brother—having one is truly handy.

Li Xin laughed and said, "Who contacted you? That bald tiger?"

Huang Bingyao said, "Smart—we've had some dealings before, but not much friendship; this face I can give or not give; those years I fought my way out with my life, not by kicking a ball, so I don't have deep ties with them."

Li Xin thought, then said, "That tiger still has plenty of connections; if you can get some advantage, that's best—this can be negotiated, have them send a sound person to talk, not talk with the disabled; I'm sick of it!"

Huang Bingyao laughed lecherously and asked obscenely, "You brat, you want to talk with their daughter?"

Li Xin simply hung up; chatting a while with this improper person could lead him astray.

Li Xin didn't take it lightly; he had Jianjun put on his bulletproof vest, reasoning that if he could do it, others could too.

All these lessons from the past two-plus years in Gangdao—having suffered losses, one naturally learns to remember.

The Ma family was eager; the next day they set a meeting at the Peninsula Hotel. This venue was well chosen—finally not that stiff-backed restaurant!

Li Xin, with a team of bodyguards, arrived at the Tsim Sha Tsui Peninsula Hotel.

The doorman, still in his gloomy attire, led him to a private room—not the main hall this time.

As Li Xin entered the private room, a man in his forties rose to shake his hand.

He said, "Mr. Li, I've long heard your name; I am Ma Xihai of the Ma family."

Li Xin brushed aside his outstretched hand and sat directly in the chair.

He crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Then he said, "Mr. Ma, do you fully understand the background and outcome of this matter?"

Ma Xihai didn't mind Li Xin's attitude, still greeting him with a smile, he replied with a laugh:

"This time the Ma family was in the wrong; Mr. Li, if you have any conditions, just say them—if we can do it, the Ma family will hesitate not at all."

Li Xin gave the man a serious look—he had some substance, but it wouldn't matter; once fighting started, he'd kill him first.

"Mr. Ma, since you understand the situation, I won't beat around the bush—I want to buy the Oriental Daily; name your price."

"Impossible!"

Ma Xihai continued, "Mr. Li, your demand is excessive; the Oriental Daily isn't solely the Ma family's—many others hold shares, and the shareholders are weighty—let's discuss another condition."

Li Xin stared him in the eyes and said, "For the Ma family, the only thing I'd consider is this newspaper; other matters I'll handle myself—this is my sole condition, and I won't take it for nothing; I'll pay cash."

Ma Xihai flatly refused, saying, "Mr. Li, then there's nothing to discuss—you have no sincerity at all; you're digging at the Ma family's roots, and we'll meet your next moves."

Having said that, he immediately led his people out of the Peninsula Hotel.

Li Xin sat in the chair smoking, unexpectedly the Ma family's reaction was so strong—it seems the Oriental Daily is very important to them.

Then it won't be easy!

After leaving the Peninsula Hotel, he finally got to see the Ma family's background!

The Red Trust Group is being investigated by various departments; the issue isn't serious, just a hassle!

Li Xin was summoned to Wanwan Police Station for the first time; instead of the interrogation room, they brought him to the deputy chief's office.

Li Xin sat opposite him, looked at the nameplate on the desk—this man was Zhang Wenyao, wearing a superintendent's epaulettes, and he didn't look like a good person.

Zhang Wenyao smiled and said, "Mr. Li, I asked you here concerning the disappearance of the Gao brothers; it's just an inquiry—you needn't be nervous."

Li Xin paid no mind to this matter; he just wanted to see what kind of demons and monsters lurked behind the Ma family, and since he already knew who they were, there was no need to waste time here—he rose directly.

He rose, approached Zhang Wenyao, and pointed at his epaulettes, saying, "Superintendent! Such a high rank—does it feel comfortable to wear?"

Seeing Li Xin so arrogant, the officers in the office drew their. 38 revolvers that couldn't pierce his defenses and pointed them at him.

Li Xin looked at Zhang Wenyao, smiling, and asked, "You sure you want to play?"

Zhang Wenyao told those officers, "Put your guns away; you all go out and do your work."

Those officers hesitated a moment, then holstered their guns and left the office.

Zhang Wenyao then said to Li Xin, "Mr. Li, there's no need to make such a big fuss, is there?"

"Do you want to play?"

"This is your affair with the Ma family; I have no need to play with you—you can go."

"You told me to come, I came; you told me to leave, I left! Then am I still hanging around you? Since today's business isn't settled, I'll just keep playing with you."

Watching Li Xin storm out, Zhang Wenyao felt a bit regretful—just a few hundred thousand in favors, offending Immortal Trust isn't worth it!

Adding more money would still work!

Regarding Li Xin's threat, he didn't take it to heart—what could a clean record do?

There are plenty of ways to make him not clean, but it's not necessary to mortally offend someone like him.

Troublesome!

Li Xin stepped out of the Wanwan Police Station gate and said to Jianjun beside him, "Keep an eye on him—I need to know what color underwear he wears each day."

Then he got into the car and drove off.

Jianjun glanced at the police station building, then turned and left.

Li Xin sat in the car, eyes closed, deep in thought. This strength is still not enough; the Ma family couldn't possibly rely on just this much strength. He is waiting for the people behind their family.

To deal with such media power, it's impossible to use overly brutal methods; otherwise his future path won't be easy.

Just how absurd!

As long as one controls the media power, no one dares to use overly crude methods to deal with them.

But this is limited to the Gangdao area only!

It seems the pressure is still insufficient; we need to add fuel to the fire and drive out the snakes, worms, rats, and ants.

(Just finished writing, brothers, don't cause trouble—I've already worked so hard! Look at my update volume, do I still have the nerve to say I'm short?)