Chapter 2725: To Come and Not Return Is Impolite

Tong Huaiyu's facial muscles twitched, and he forced out a faint smile: "Qiushi, you know how I feel. Back then, love turned to hatred, and I acted irrationally. I'm apologizing to you here."

"An apology?" Jian Qiu sneered: "My husband said if apologies were useful, what would we need the law for?"

Seeing Jian Qiu's mocking and contemptuous smile, Tong Huaiyu felt his heart clench with pain. It was this very woman who, as a child, ran around shouting she would grow up to marry him.

But when she truly grew up, she threw herself into another's embrace and bore children for that man. What hurt him even more was that, for this man, she treated him with such hostility, regarding him as an enemy.

He really wanted to ask, in what way am I inferior to Zhou Andong, that country bumpkin? But when he saw Jian Qiu intimately clinging to Zhou Andong's arm, and the happy smile on her face, he swallowed his question back down.

Although this little Zhuge Liang had done many foolish things, and was even pressed into the ground by Zhou Andong—the mud-leg he insulted—until he leaked urine, he also knew in his heart that if he spoke those words, he would surely bring disgrace upon himself.

"Tong Huaiyu!" Jian Qiu said coldly: "You're not selling your grain, yet you suddenly show up here. If I'm not mistaken, Zhao Chengdong pouring dirty water on us, trying to stop us from hauling away the bricks and tiles from these celebrities' former residences and ancient buildings—was that your doing?"

Tong Huaiyu opened his mouth to deny, but Jian Qiu waved her hand and cut him off sharply before he could speak: "You don't need to deny it. Look around—who here looks like an idiot? Go explain it to him."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "Young Master Tong, you're really thick-skinned, or maybe I just went easy on you—I didn't hit you hard enough, so you keep bouncing around in front of me again and again."

As he spoke, Zhou Andong paused, then continued: "This time, I'll make you feel it, give you a long memory, so you won't keep bouncing around in front of me for no reason, making me sick."

Facing Zhou Andong, Tong Huaiyu didn't have that much patience anymore, his eyes gloomy and vicious as he stared: "Fine, I'd like to see how you, Factory Director Zhou, give me a long memory."

"You'll definitely see it." Zhou Andong smiled, then stopped paying attention to Tong Huaiyu and turned to Jian Qiu: "Honey, it's almost noon, the sun is a bit strong. Let's get in the car, turn on the AC, and wait."

Jian Qiu raised her hand to adjust Zhou Andong's collar. At this moment, her eyes were filled only with him, her face soft with affection that couldn't be melted away.

Seeing this, Tong Huaiyu's heart began to clutch and ache again. Jian Qiu seemed even more beautiful and sexy than before, yet she no longer belonged to him.

Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu got into the car. Tong Huaiyu took a deep breath, coldly glanced at the car window, then inexplicably chuckled before turning and walking toward his own car.

"Husband!" Jian Qiu leaned against Zhou Andong's shoulder and whispered: "How are you going to deal with Tong Huaiyu? Make him remember this?"

Zhou Andong rolled down the window a crack, then lit a cigarette: "Deputy Battalion Chief Zhou Guodong of Qiong Province wants to meet me tonight. As for what it's about, I still don't know, but if I can get him to block Tong Huaiyu's imported grain from landing, it shouldn't be a problem."

Jian Qiu pondered: "Now the whole world is watching China, especially after the grain market opened up—I don't know how many little devils are eyeing us. If we refuse to let imported grain come ashore, the negative impact won't be small."

"If Tong Huaiyu, this comprador, goes to cry to his American father, gets him to back him up, and Qiong Province can't hold out—besides, the Tong family won't just stand by. So your demand? Qiong Province will definitely have reservations."

"There will be reservations, but not too big." Zhou Andong smiled faintly: "Qiong Province can give the Tong family face if they want to, or not give it if they don't—then the Tong family has no face.

After all, heaven is vast, earth is vast, but the dollar is supreme. I can give Qiong Province several billion dollars; the Tong family couldn't come up with that even if they broke every bone. Moreover, Zhou Guodong wants to meet me tonight—he surely has something else to ask of me.

As for Tong Huaiyu's American father, we truly can't afford to offend him too deeply for now. So, blocking the grain from coming ashore is out of the question, but letting it drift at sea for two or three months? That's still no problem. Even if the grain stays fresh and mold-free, the cost of keeping a cargo ship at sea for two or three months will definitely make Tong Huaiyu vomit blood from losses."

Saying this, Zhou Andong chuckled softly: "I just don't know how much grain Tong Huaiyu bought, or when his ship will dock."

Jian Qiu also laughed: "How do you know the grain hasn't arrived yet? You're blowing your own horn—want to give Tong Huaiyu a long memory? If the grain's already ashore, I'd like to see where you put your face."

"Impossible!" Zhou Andong took a drag: "The growing cycle for American soybeans and corn is about half a year—planted in March to April, harvested around September to October.

It's only early September now; the new grain hasn't come in yet, so his American father has no grain to sell him. That's why he has time to run over here and bounce around in front of me, deliberately trying to disgust me."

"Makes sense!" Jian Qiu swept her bangs behind her ears: "During this time he disappeared, he was surely sorting out paperwork. After all, the grain market just opened—there's too much to consider. Everything feels like crossing the river by feeling the stones, and approval procedures are definitely strict. If Tong Huaiyu doesn't handle it himself, he won't get the import license this year."

Zhou Andong nodded: "Now Tong Huaiyu has popped up again—I'd guess he's finished all the paperwork, so he has time to come over and disgust me."

Jian Qiu affirmed with a hum: "The American harvest is coming up soon, and Tong Huaiyu will have to go to the States."

"Going to the States?" Zhou Andong gave a sinister chuckle: "After disgusting me, he wants to run away? Nothing's that cheap."

Jian Qiu asked curiously: "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Andong took the last drag of his cigarette, tossed it out the window, then glanced at Tong Huaiyu's car—his smile grew brighter and brighter.

"Our factory's Discipline Inspection and Supervision Department head, Tong Yuanxi, is Tong Huaiyu's paternal uncle. I've never found any disciplinary evidence against him, so I've never moved against him. But now he can vacate his position and leave the woolen mill."

Jian Qiu sounded a bit confused: "You're going after Tong Huaiyu—what does Tong Yuanxi have to do with it? You said you found no evidence of his misconduct, so how are you making him leave?"

"The mountain folk have their own clever plans!" Zhou Andong gave a mysterious smile: "You say, if Tong Yuanxi is forced to resign because of his nephew Tong Huaiyu, what would happen?"

Jian Qiu blinked, then said: "If that's the case, Tong Yuanxi would certainly resent his nephew Tong Huaiyu, even other Tong family members would be disappointed in him, their support would weaken, and that would make Tong Huaiyu suffer greatly."

"Exactly!" Zhou Andong cracked a grin: "Come and not return— that's impolite. Tong Huaiyu came over to disgust me, so naturally I'll disgust him back. Otherwise, I won't sleep well tonight."