Chapter 1152: Encountering the Winds and Clouds, He Transforms into a Dragon

Little Superman glanced at his father, seeing no reaction, and said: "You all overestimate Zhou Andong. I think his success is largely due to luck."

Also, the mainland market made him. For a long time, the mainland suffered from material scarcity, and people had money but nowhere to spend it. After his second southern tour speech, massive consumer power was unleashed.

We in Hong Kong have young talents like carp leaping over the river. If Zhou Andong were in Hong Kong, perhaps with his small cleverness he could become modestly wealthy, but he could never reach his current level. I can only say: it was the times that made him.

So, his success—luck outweighs ability—there's no need to praise him so highly. It's like our Hong Kong youth: none of them are like that.

"Hahaha..." Zheng Honghai burst into loud laughter.

Superman slightly shook his head: "This kid has been arrogant since childhood. Before he came out, I even told him to collect Zhou Andong's marketing case studies for research, but he treated my words as wind in his ears."

"It's normal for young people to be arrogant and ambitious—it shows they have drive and refuse to lose."

Zheng Honghai looked at Little Superman and spoke earnestly.

"Just as you said, it was the times that made him. During the second southern tour speech, Zhou Andong: when the wind and clouds arise, he transforms into a dragon. But you must understand: in this world, those who turn into dragons at the sight of wind and clouds are few and far between.

Especially Zhou Andong—he was just a commoner. Born into a farming family, a true peasant, with no family backing, never attended Harvard or Cambridge, just graduated from an ordinary mainland agricultural college.

In just two years, he went from an ordinary worker to a regional tycoon. Do you still believe his success today is truly due more to luck than ability?"

Little Superman said nothing, his face expressionless, but inside he still refused to accept it.

Especially since Zhou Andong is from the mainland—whether in background or education—it makes him look down on him.

Zheng Honghai smiled faintly: "Luck is something you can't see or touch, but it definitely exists. For example, me and your father—we achieved our current status and position, and luck played a part. You can't say we succeeded more through luck than ability, can you?"

Little Superman moved his lips, but made no sound.

Zheng Honghai still likes this nephew of his; otherwise, he wouldn't have said so much.

"I just said: it's normal for young people to be arrogant and ambitious, but they must not become conceited. You deny Zhou Andong's ability, attribute all his success to luck—when you say it plainly, it's you looking down on people, despising him as a mainlander. That is absolutely unacceptable."

Superman snorted: "I hope you take this to heart, and that your uncle's words weren't in vain."

"I will seriously study Zhou Andong as a person."

Little Superman nodded honestly, though I don't know if he truly listened or was just pretending.

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These past few days, Zhao Jingkang has been having a rough time. Chen Hansheng has been hounding him like a mad dog, refusing to let go.

And last night, 14K suddenly launched an attack, sweeping through over a dozen Vietnamese gang sites, causing him heavy losses.

Especially those few major circles that weren't caught—he feels deeply resentful.

"Master!" the butler said, entering the study: "Young Master Huang is here."

Zhao Jingkang picked up the teacup on the desk, already cold: "Let him in."

The butler turned and left, and shortly after, Huang Zongze entered the study.

"How is it?" Zhao Jingkang took a sip of cold tea: "Have you found out where those people came from?"

Huang Zongze said with a grim face: "We can't be certain, but it's highly likely they're Zhou Andong's people."

"Zhou Andong's people?" Zhao Jingkang frowned.

"Yes!" Huang Zongze nodded: "His bodyguards."

Zhao Jingkang's eyes flashed with fury: "So you're saying Deng Jin Hui's death is connected to Zhou Andong."

"He was probably killed by a trap set by Zhou Andong." Huang Zongze spoke coldly, full of killing intent: "We've all been outmaneuvered by him. That day, we received the message that the big circle would act against the mad dog—actually, it was fake, deliberately released by them.

They anticipated we'd strike first, so Deng Jin Hui was there that day. Then, taking advantage of the chaos, they had him killed and framed the mad dog."

Zhao Jingkang remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed and clapped twice.

"Clever move, Zhou Andong—I still underestimated you. Impressive, truly impressive."

Huang Zongze said: "Since we didn't catch those big circle members, and Deng Jin Hui's death is pinned on us, we'll have to carry this blame forever—this is very bad for us.

Because next year's election, that old bastard Chen Hansheng will surely seize this to attack us, smearing us with dirt."

Zhao Jingkang stood up, somewhat agitated, pacing back and forth: "Mobilize all our connections—no matter the cost, we must find those few big circle members."

Huang Zongze said: "That night, they had already left Hong Kong, smuggling themselves into Thailand. I've already sent people to track them there."

"And Zhou Andong?" Zhao Jingkang gritted his teeth: "Is he still in Hong Kong? He dared to scheme against me—I'll settle this score with him."

Huang Zongze paused: "This morning, he already returned to the mainland."

Zhao Jingkang was so angry he clenched his fists: "He ran fast—has the guts, but forever hiding in the mainland, never coming back to Hong Kong."

"Also!" Huang Zongze said: "Our people received word that Chen Hansheng's maritime business has already begun loading ships. Around December 7th, the handover will happen in the Xiamen sea area."

Zhao Jingkang startled, then frowned: "You mean, we're going to use Zhou Andong again?"

Huang Zongze nodded: "We can only use him—notify mainland customs to detain Chen Hansheng's shipment. That way, we can deliver a fatal blow to him."

Zhao Jingkang hesitated—he has always looked down on Zhou Andong, this so-called rich man from the mainland.

In his eyes, Zhou Andong, this peasant, has questionable intelligence, so when designing schemes against him, he felt completely in control.

But the result was, Zhou Andong thoroughly outplayed him—this heavy blow left him, I estimate, unable to recover for a long time.

Now Huang Zongze wants to use Zhou Andong again, which leaves him with no confidence, fearing he'll be outmaneuvered once more.

Especially since Zhou Andong has already returned to the mainland—if he's trapped again by Zhou Andong, he'll have no chance to take revenge.

Huang Zongze saw Zhao Jingkang's hesitation: "This matter actually benefits Zhou Andong—he definitely won't cause trouble again, and we have no other choice."

Zhao Jingkang pondered for a long time, then gritted his teeth: "Alright, you arrange it."

Huang Zongze exhaled: "I'll immediately send people to the mainland."