Chapter 351: Give Your Brother a Dignified Exit—Consider It Repaying the Favor on Hong Kong Island!

Night deepened.

The top-floor office at Weilian Wang Dajie 81 Hao was brightly lit, yet terrifyingly quiet, like the dead silence of the deep sea before a storm.

When the elevator doors chimed open, a man in a crumpled gray‑black trench coat, his face gaunt and eyes sunken, stepped out, and Lu Qingjun barely recognized him. The man exuded a sour stench of overnight wine mixed with strong tobacco, clashing with the luxurious office.

Is this still the Weierxun Sha Sun who, back on Hong Kong Island, was full of vigor, slicked‑back hair, and carried the arrogance of a Yingzi giant?

Now he resembles a drifter who has roamed London streets for days, a gambler who has lost everything and even had his soul ripped away. His gaze is filled with fatigue, resentment, and a hidden, dog‑like ferocity born of desperation.

As soon as he entered, his eyes swept the vast space and locked onto Lu Qingshan behind the desk; the look was extremely complex, bearing bone‑deep hatred, indelible Fear, and, above all, a sense of meeting a worthy opponent, tinged with a pathological reverence.

"Mr. Lu, we meet again," Weierxun Sha Sun's voice was hoarse and dry, as if his throat were packed with sand, his words heavy with self‑mockery.

Lu Qingshan leaned against the spacious executive chair, hands crossed on his abdomen, not even intending to stand, and merely tapped the opposite sofa with his chin, his posture like a monarch receiving a defeated nation's envoy.

"Sit down. I didn't expect Mr. Sashun to be the first London native to visit me as a guest."

Lu Qingshan spoke fluent English; when Weierxun Sha Sun heard him, his mouth twitched involuntarily, the word "guest" like a needle piercing his already scarred pride. He didn't sit but staggered to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, gazing at the Financial City outside—a city his family name had ruled for centuries—and remained silent for a long while.

"Mr. Lu, your feat is truly massive," he said, turning slowly, his eyes blazing as he stared at Lu Qingshan, as if inspecting a monster. "In three days, with 30 billion of capital, you leveraged nearly 10 billion of positions, forcibly snatching the Pricing Power for European steel, cotton and sugar for the next three months from my arrogant brother Henry. The entire Financial City now regards you as a madman and fool from the East."

Lu Qingjun's heart rose to his throat; he clamped his mouth shut, fearing any sound.

"But you aren't," Weierxun Sha Sun's voice dropped, carrying a gambler's excitement and madness; he extended a finger that trembled with agitation, "You act for only one purpose. You're not here to Long Buying; you're here to… Settlement!"

When the words "Settlement" left Weierxun Sha Sun's mouth clearly, Lu Qingshan's previously impassive face finally met his gaze, a hint of opponent‑recognizing approval appearing in his eyes.

"It seems losing 40 billion on Hong Kong Island wasn't entirely fruitless."

Weierxun Sha Sun let out a bitter laugh worse than crying, slumped into the soft sofa as if all his strength had been drained: "Losing to you, I concede wholeheartedly. But that idiot Henry thinks otherwise; he still sees you as a fat pig ready for slaughter, rallying all London Futures Brokers to deliver a fatal blow when you close your position. He's even popped celebratory champagne, ready to trample your corpse to prove to the family that he's superior to me and cement his standing within the clan."

He lifted his head, and in those gray eyes two hellish flames of vengeance ignited.

"Mr. Lu, I've come here to make a deal with you."

"Oh?" Lu Qingshan raised an intrigued eyebrow, leaning forward slightly.

"I might know why you seek Settlement," Weierxun Sha Sun's voice dropped to a whisper, each syllable seeming blood‑stained, fearing the walls, "Because Argentina… because that damned island! Once war erupts, steel, cotton, sugar—prices will skyrocket! Henry the fool only saw profit on the K-line Chart, forgetting that war is the most lucrative business in the world!"

Lu Qingjun, listening nearby, felt his scalp tingle and his body turn icy. He sensed he wasn't overhearing a business negotiation but eavesdropping on two cross‑continental devils smiling as they plotted to exploit an imminent war for boundless riches.

"I'll help you," Weierxun Sha Sun lunged forward, his eyes wild with all‑or‑nothing madness, "I'll hold Henry back, get you the 60 billion pounds of Settlement Funds! I can even reveal the Shason Family's confidential intel on all its North America businesses and factories!"

"What are your terms?" Lu Qingshan asked calmly, as if inquiring about tonight's dinner.

"I want Henry dead!" Weierxun Sha Sun gritted his teeth, forcing each word out between his teeth, "Not a physical death—I want him bankrupt! I want him expelled from the Shason Family like a dog! I want to reclaim everything that's mine! I want him to know that the things he took from me, I will make him repay a hundredfold!"

"As a reward," he gasped heavily, laying out his ultimate card, "When Henry falls, I'll give you thirty percent of all his family‑controlled assets: his diamond mines in Africa, iron mines in Australia and Brazil, rubber plantations in Southeast Asia, and factories in North America."

Lu Qingjun's breath halted instantly! The abacus in his mind had burned out; he only realized that the value of that Thirty Percent Industry Share was likely far greater than the entire principal they'd just risked!

He felt himself on the brink of madness. What the hell kind of divine plot is this? The enemy shows up not for vengeance but to hand over money and intel, even volunteering to be an inside man to help kill his own brother?

He looked at his brother, only to see Lu Qingshan's face still bearing that unruffled expression.

He rose slowly, walked to Weierxun Sha Sun, looked down at him from above, and then uttered a sentence that struck both Weierxun Sha Sun and Lu Qingjun like a bolt of lightning.

"Your intel, I don't need. Your money, I'm not interested in either."

Weierxun Sha Sun's complexion turned deathly pale, the vengeful flame doused by a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Lu Qingshan smiled, a hint of compassionate superiority in his grin, and pointed toward the window: "Mr. Sashun, look outside. Your chips are mines and plantations—they're wealth. As for me," he gestured to the building beneath his feet, "I seek the power to set the rules of wealth distribution. Do you think I'd trade power for wealth?"

He reached out and gave Weierxun Sha Sun a firm pat on the shoulder.

"However, I'm happy to give your brother a decent send‑off. After all, when we were on Hong Kong Island, his younger brother entertained me very attentively."

"Go back and wait for word. As for the Thirty Percent Industry Share, when you truly sit on the head of the Shason Family, have someone deliver it to this building; I'm not in a hurry."

Having said that, he turned and walked back to his desk, as if dismissing a door‑to‑door insurance salesman.

Weierxun Sha Sun sat there blankly for a full minute before springing to his feet, bowing deeply toward Lu Qingshan's inscrutable silhouette.

He said nothing, turned, and briskly walked out of the office.