Chapter 1071: The Clown Fusheng Jumps onto the Beam

"Zhou—An—dong!"

Yan Qidong's teeth ground together with a creaking sound. The stifled breath in his chest never managed to escape, and his complexion shifted from green to purple.

He had not expected Zhou Andong to name him directly, and to do so in the form of a poem.

In this era, poetry spreads more rapidly, is easier for people to remember, and tends to circulate for a long time.

"I will not rest until you are destroyed."

After a good while, the breath trapped in his chest finally released, and he looked at the other poem below.

"Gifted to Xie Fusheng"

The country is peaceful and the people are secure, the wind and rain are favorable, the clown Fusheng jumps onto the beam.

His appearance is hypocritical and his words are clever, speaking of morality in front of others.

In reality, he has sold out his country and lost his conscience, a wolf with a human face and human skin.

He ruins virtue and dignity, harms customs, recognizes a thief as his father, and fawns over the East Ocean.

He knows no shame, a rat-headed and mouse-eyed creature, forgetting his ancestors and betraying the descendants of Yan and Huang.

His human head and animal cries are like those of dogs and pigs, his name as a traitor will be preserved for a thousand years.

This was the one cursing Xie Fusheng. After reading it, Yan Qidong felt a bit better.

Comparing the two poems, Zhou Andong had been relatively polite to him.

Thinking this, the old man picked up the phone, intending to call Xie Fusheng.

He pressed two digits, then decisively put the phone back down.

Yesterday, his phone call had led Xie Fusheng to buy the Beijing Evening News, and Xie Fusheng had been so angry after reading it that he was hospitalized.

Xie Fusheng had been discharged at noon today, and when he went to visit him at home, his complexion still didn't look good.

If he made this call, would Xie Fusheng, who was supposed to be recuperating, kick the bucket suddenly upon seeing the Yangcheng Evening News?

So, he decided to forget it; he didn't want to end up covered in filth if something really happened.

But even if he didn't make the call, how could he swallow this breath?

He picked up his pen and began to write furiously, listing seven major crimes of Zhou Andong in one go.

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Yan Qidong didn't make the call, but how could Xie Fusheng not pay attention to the news, or to his mortal enemy, Zhou Andong?

Beside the old man lay a thick stack of newspapers, which he had just had Xie Guangyu buy.

Knowing his old man had almost been angered to death, the boy didn't dare to talk back anymore; he bought the papers obediently when told.

If this old man really died, the rake he used to scrape up money would be gone, and then where would he get the money to support his wife?

Xie Fusheng flipped through the papers, his mood improving, his complexion turning ruddier, and he even chuckled a few times.

Because the incident of Zhou Andong sending subordinates to beat up a returning overseas Chinese businessman had pushed him to the forefront of public opinion after two days of fermentation.

Originally, there were a few people who strongly supported Zhou Andong, but on this matter, they had criticized him mercilessly.

Some even believed that Zhou Andong, having achieved such success at such a young age, had begun to inflate and lose himself.

If he didn't reflect and adjust himself properly, and continued to inflate like this, he would harm himself and others.

Just as Xie Fusheng was enjoying himself, he picked up the Yangcheng Evening News and saw that poem at a glance.

Then, his chest heaved violently, the smile on his face vanished, and his complexion shifted from red to green, then from green to white, and from white to purple.

"Gah!"

With a "gah," Xie Fusheng rolled his eyes, kicked his legs out, and slumped limply onto the sofa.

"Old Xie!"

Cao Huizhi, who was cleaning, felt her legs go weak. She threw away the broom, walked over while leaning against the wall, and tremblingly reached out to check Xie Fusheng's breath.

Fortunately, he was still breathing, then she let out a roar: "Xie Guangyu, come out quickly, your father has fainted again."

Xie Guangyu ran out in a panic, and with Cao Huizhi's help, he carried his old man on his back and ran out.

The famous writer Xie Fusheng, who had been discharged from the hospital for less than two hours, was hospitalized once again, and the news spread quickly.

Because of Zhou Andong's two poems, Yan Qidong and Xie Fusheng became incredibly famous in Yangcheng—they were burning up.

That evening, many reporters ran to the hospital to find Xie Fusheng, and quite a few went to the Youth Daily office to block Yan Qidong.

Both men had dreamed of being famous, especially Xie Fusheng, who had written so many novels and won quite a few awards.

But his name was relatively big within the circle, while few ordinary people knew him; one could imagine what the sales of his novels were like.

This time, being cursed into fame by Zhou Andong's two poems left them with quite a complex mood.

Xie Fusheng hid in his hospital room, not daring to go out; he even used a mineral water bottle to urinate.

Because there were quite a few reporters in the hallway, and the hospital had arranged for people to block them; if he went out, it wouldn't end well.

And Yan Qidong was also blocked in the newspaper office, unable to leave. Standing in front of his office window, he could see the reporters gathered below.

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Yan Qidong and Xie Fusheng were burning with anger, but Zhou Andong was having a great time, chatting with Li Ling and the others in his room.

"Chairman, the formalities are finished. Within a week, the money will be transferred to my private account."

Zhou Andong asked: "Did he say he wanted to settle in US dollars?"

"He did!" Li Ling laughed: "That old fox is very cunning; he wanted to settle according to the black market exchange rate, but how could I agree? US dollars are fine, but it must be at the official exchange rate, and he didn't agree to that either, so it's in Renminbi. As for whether he exchanges them at the official rate or the black market rate, that has nothing to do with us."

"Zhuo Qihua wants to invest in the country; he can't go to the black market. First, with such a large sum of US dollars, he won't find anyone to take it in a short time. Second, the risk is too great. Once caught, his status as a Hong Kong businessman won't save him."

Speaking of this, Zhou Andong sneered: "He just doesn't want us to earn the exchange difference, so he'd rather go through the trouble of using the official exchange."

Jian Qiu checked the time: "Let's go, find a place to celebrate."

"Fine!" Zhou Andong stood up and walked out: "Why haven't I seen Zhou Erlei these past two days?"

Li Ling said: "Two days ago, he borrowed fifty yuan from me, and I haven't seen him since."

The group chatted as they left the room, took the elevator downstairs, and ran right into Si Wei and Zhuo Qihua.

Seeing Li Ling and Zhou Andong together, chatting and laughing, the two felt something was wrong, but didn't think too much of it.

In their view, the land transfer formalities were already completed, and even if Zhou Andong found Li Ling, it would be of no use.

"Oh, Mr. Zhuo, Mrs. Zhao, what a coincidence, we meet again."

There was no need to hide anything now; the thirty percent liquidated damages had been received, and the formalities were done. Zhou Andong really hoped Zhuo Qihua would play dirty and refuse to pay, so he could take the land back.

"It is quite a coincidence."

Si Wei no longer wore the bitter, deep-seated hatred she had shown when seeing Zhou Andong this morning; instead, she looked at him with the posture of a victor.

"Mr. Zhou, thank you for yielding that plot of land in Nansha."

"You're welcome!" Zhou Andong laughed, his smile quite brilliant: "I also want to thank you, for letting me earn two hundred million."

Si Wei froze; she didn't understand what Zhou Andong meant.

But Zhuo Qihua's complexion changed, his eyelids twitched wildly, and his gaze scanned back and forth between Zhou Andong and Li Ling, his heart sinking lower and lower.

"Oh!" Zhou Andong slapped his forehead, looking quite regretful: "I forgot one thing."

Saying this, he pointed at Li Ling: "You already know each other, but I still need to re-introduce her to you. Her name is Li Ling, and she is the assistant to the General Manager of Yuxi Real Estate." ===== CHAPTER 1072 =====