Chapter 266: Super Li Jiasheng Makes His Grand Entrance! Dragon‑Tiger Duel!

A single sentence, like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a thousand layers of waves.

"True Dragon" – the two words that came from Lu Qingshan's mouth were spoken lightly, yet they made everyone present feel a sudden jolt in their hearts, as if the air itself had been sucked out.

Li Jiasheng's smile froze for an instant, and a terrifying glint flashed deep behind his lenses, but it quickly returned to normal. He let out a hearty laugh, as if he had heard a very funny joke: "Mr. Lu, you are such a joker! I'm not any 'True Dragon'; I was just lucky, taking a few steps ahead of others on the windward side. As for you, Mr. Lu, still so young yet wielding such thunderous penmanship, you are the real hidden dragon in the abyss, soaring to the heavens!"

His words were humbly extreme, yet the eyes behind his lenses were like two razor‑sharp scalpels, silently scrutinizing Lu Qingshan, trying to detect even the slightest flaw or hint of youthful arrogance on the young man's face.

Unfortunately, Lu Qingshan's face remained as calm as a millennia‑old deep pool, not a ripple, even with a hint of amusement.

"Mr. Li, you are overpraising yourself," Lu Qingshan led him inside. The two walked side by side, and the group of wealthy magnates behind them, almost simultaneously, kept a three‑step distance, forming an invisible yet heavily fortified power center.

Li Fuying and Liang Zhiwei exchanged a glance, each seeing extreme tension in the other's eyes. Liang Zhiwei's back was already soaked; he felt he wasn't attending a banquet but witnessing a summit showdown that would decide Hong Kong Island's layout for the next ten years.

This scene is no house‑warming banquet; it's clearly a dragon‑tiger duel!

The two moved to a relatively quiet corner, and the waiter immediately presented two glasses of top‑grade Paris Handcrafted Flower champagne.

Li Jiasheng took the glass, elegantly swirling the golden liquid, his gaze seemingly fixed on the rising bubbles, but his words were addressed to Lu Qingshan: "Mr. Lu, I am here not only to congratulate you on the house‑warming, but also at someone's request, to act as a mediator."

He paused, lifted his eyes to Lu Qingshan, speaking each word extremely slowly, as if bearing a thousand‑pound force: "Old William, Mr. William Sashun, asked me to convey his regards. He said that the minor unpleasantness in the stock market earlier were merely business misunderstandings, and hopes that you, Sir Lu, will be magnanimous and not take it to heart."

He's here!

Li Fuying's heart shot up to his throat in an instant, his breath halted.

Liang Zhiwei felt his limbs turn cold, his mind a blank. The Shason Family, a centuries‑old traditional financial aristocracy in the United Kingdom, whose branches have dominated Hong Kong Island for over a hundred years, would now use Li Jiasheng to send a peace message? It's sheer fantasy! It's like breaking a bone and its tendon, then having it stepped on the face, yet being forced to smile and beg for mercy!

Lu Qingshan held his glass but did not drink, merely giving a faint "hm," without even lifting his eyelids.

One word, and no continuation.

This almost dismissive attitude made the corner of Li Jiasheng's eye twitch slightly. His smile remained unchanged as he continued: "Old William means that feuding parties should be reconciled, not entangled. Hong Kong Island is only this big; we see each other whether looking up or down, and harmony breeds wealth. Henceforth, the Shason Family's business and your investments, Mr. Lu, should—preferably—have no further conflicts. Let each keep to their own waters, each walk their own path, and make money together—how wonderful that would be?"

This is what they call a cease‑fire and peace talk.

The conditions are laid out: you stop bothering me, and I won't bother you.

To everyone present, this was the biggest concession the Shason Family could offer, a monumental face‑saving. For a Chinese person to force a century‑old Yingzi to bow, that was unprecedented glory.

Lu Qingshan finally reacted, raising his eyes to look at Li Jiasheng, as if hearing something unbelievable, and asked seriously: "Peace?"

"Yes, peace," Li Jiasheng said with a smile, nodding, his gaze carrying a barely perceptible arrogance. He believed no wise person would refuse such a proposal; it meant formal acceptance by Hong Kong Island's old power.

"Fine," Lu Qingshan said bluntly, spitting out two words.

Li Jiasheng was stunned.

He had a belly full of excuses, countless negotiation tactics and chips, ready to meet any harsh terms Lu Qingshan might raise. He had even figured out how to maneuver if the other side, the Lion, made a big demand, how to display his own leverage and status.

And the other side just agreed like that? So easily?

"Oh?" Li Jiasheng's surprise could not be concealed, "Mr. Lu… really has no conditions?"

"No conditions," Lu Qingshan shook his head, saying it as if it were obvious.

Is that enough? Li Jiasheng felt his fully‑charged punch hitting cotton; his scheming had nowhere to exert force, a feeling that made him very uncomfortable. He even began to suspect it might be a trap.

Lu Qingshan seemed to see through his thoughts, letting out a light laugh, the laugh tinged with a cold mockery: "Just a single investment, made a little profit. There's no killing and maiming in the stock market. Mr. Li, wanting to make money in business is perfectly normal, right?"

Feigning ignorance!

Li Jiasheng's mind flashed those two words instantly, a surge of anger rushing to his brain.

"Made a little profit? You damn it, in just a few days you ripped off a hundred hundred million from the Shason Family! You smashed their centuries‑old reputation to pieces, and now you talk about it as casually as buying a cabbage at the market?"

His smile remained gentle, but his tone now carried a barely perceptible pressure, as if instructing a junior: "Mr. Lu, your words are correct. You are young and capable, and there are plenty of opportunities to make money in business. However, business always requires rules, leaving room for all parties, so the road can be long‑term."

Lu Qingshan placed his glass on the passing waiter's tray, switched to a glass of clear water, and said leisurely: "Investment opportunities are fleeting. Although I have agreed, I cannot guarantee when a new chance will appear. After all, this investment, from start to finish, lasted only a few days."

The corner of Li Jiasheng's eye twitched violently.

It may be only a few days, but in those days you earned more than several generations of other great families! This is bragging! It's blatant provocation!

He inhaled deeply, his voice dropping completely, laying the warning bare: "Mr. Lu, conducting business on Hong Kong Island and investing according to its laws is fine. But winning or losing… sometimes also depends on the weather. Hong Kong Island's sky can be windy or rainy; when the wind is too strong, ships can capsize."

This is a stark warning.

It means, don't think you're invincible; the sky over Hong Kong Island isn't yours to command. I, Li Jiasheng, and those behind me can give you clear skies or unleash a torrential downpour!

Lu Qingshan heard that and smiled.

He turned, his gaze crossing the crowd toward the deep sea outside the window and the mountain‑top glittering starry sky; his voice was low yet clear enough for Li Jiasheng to hear, each word like a heavy hammer striking his heart.

"Hope, perhaps. But actions depend on ability, and win or loss depends on the weather. Also, I hope, Mr. Li, that you will check the weather forecast more often in the future."

He paused, then turned back; in those deep eyes seemed to swirl a galaxy, and he stared directly at Li Jiasheng's eyes, saying word for word:

"By the way, I have no grand ambitions; I just enjoy planting flowers and trees in my own courtyard. That shouldn't be considered a flaw, right?"

Li Jiasheng's pupils suddenly contracted, as if struck by lightning!

Your own courtyard?

He treats the entire Hong Kong Island as his own courtyard?!

What arrogance! What tyranny! What lawlessness!

At that moment, Li Jiasheng felt he was not facing a twenty‑something youth, but a newly awakened primordial giant dragon, surveying its domain with a cold gaze!

He fell silent. He stared at the young man before him, whose eyes were calm and placid yet unfathomably deep, as if able to devour everything. He realized his visit was in vain; the other party paid no heed to him, nor to the Shason Family, nor to any existing Hong Kong Island regulations.

Continuing the discussion would only bring further humiliation.

"Mr. Lu's home… the scenery is wonderful," Li Jiasheng finally managed to squeeze out through his teeth, his smile now completely rigid, uglier than crying.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Li," Lu Qingshan gave a slight nod, lifted his cup, took a gentle sip, and said no more.