Chapter 369: Shason Family Submits, a Bigger Fish Takes the Bait!

Ye Ning gently closed the office door, completely cutting off Allen, the Vice Prime Minister's secretary, from his panicked shouts outside.

The world seemed split into two by this door.

Outside the door lay the old empire's disgrace and collapse.

Inside the door was the deathly silence and madness before the new order's birth.

Throughout the office, only Lu Qingshan remained as calm as ever.

He walked to the massive floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the former world's center beneath his feet and the gray sky reflected on the distant Thames River.

The wind has already arrived.

And he is the Dongfeng that raises the storm.

He didn't look back, merely instructed Ye Ning behind him calmly, "Contact Mr. Wilson and tell him that at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I'll invite him here for afternoon tea."

"Yes, boss." Ye Ning's voice showed no ripple, as if what had just transpired were not a negotiation overturning an empire but an ordinary business meeting.

……

The next day, two o'clock in the afternoon.

It was still the same office, but the atmosphere had become entirely different.

The suffocating oppression and confrontation of yesterday were gone, and a leisurely tea fragrance drifted through the air.

When Wilson entered the office, he froze for a moment.

Before him, Lu Qingshan, dressed in comfortable leisure wear, sat at the tea table, leisurely handling a set of exquisite Zisha Tea Set, his expression focused and peaceful, like an Eastern hermit savoring the morning, not the devil who yesterday single‑handedly turned the entire British Empire's political arena and Financial City upside down.

"Mr. Lu."

Wilson hurried forward and gave Lu Qingshan a proper deep bow.

Today he wore a perfectly tailored Savile Row haute‑couture suit, his hair meticulously groomed, radiating vigor, a stark contrast to the former outcast idled by his family. In his eyes, the past bitterness and resentment were gone, replaced by a complex gleam of awe, zeal, and gratitude.

"Please sit." Lu Qingshan glanced at him, then gestured toward the sofa opposite.

"No, Mr. Lu, I'll stand." Wilson's posture was low, even a hint of humility.

Lu Qingshan did not press the matter; he placed a cup of freshly brewed hot tea on the coffee table before Wilson and said lightly, "You look in good spirits."

"All of this is thanks to you!" Wilson's voice trembled with emotion. He suppressed the surging tide within and reported yesterday's events at breakneck speed.

"Last night, a call from the Prime Minister's Office rang straight into my uncle, Mr. William's bedroom. The call lasted only three minutes, yet the entire Shason Family felt as if struck by a twelve‑magnitude earthquake!"

Wilson's eyes shone terrifyingly, as if he were back at the moment that made him swell with pride.

"Prime Minister's Chief Secretary Allen personally informed us that the family must, within three days, mobilize member banks of the London Bullion Market Association to gather the gold you require. Simultaneously, the assets of Jardine, Swire, and Hutchison Whampoa on Hong Kong Island will be unconditionally transferred by our Shason Family to your Xinghan Group."

He paused, inhaled deeply, and a flush of exhilaration colored his face.

"Henry went berserk on the spot! He roared into the phone, calling it a robbery, a extortion! In the end, Allen said only one sentence."

Wilson mimicked Allen's cold tone: "Mr. Henry, this is the decision of Downing Street, also for the Empire's glory. If you have objections, you may present them directly to the Prime Minister himself."

"Then the call was hung up."

"My uncle's face turned green on the spot; Henry, like a raging bull, smashed everything he could in the study. But the best part was yet to come."

Wilson's mouth twitched upward uncontrollably: "Before hanging up, Allen added a final sentence. He said that to compensate the Shason Family for its contributions to the Empire, the government decided to award a defense logistics contract worth nine hundred billion pounds to the Shason Family."

Lu Qingshan lifted his tea cup, gently blew the steam, said nothing, and listened quietly.

"Nine hundred billion! Everyone in the family council went mad! Those uncles and cousins who mocked me yesterday now look at me differently! They think this is the family's turning point!"

"However," Wilson's tone rose dramatically, "Allen stipulated that this contract must be handled entirely by me, Wilson Sashun!"

"Boom!"

Wilson described the scene, waving his arms in excitement: "The next morning, when the news was delivered, the whole conference room fell silent again. Henry's face shifted from flushed red to iron‑blue, then to dead gray. My uncle stared at me with a look I'll never forget. It was the first time he looked at a stranger with such a gaze."

"He knows you not only won, but also crowned me in the Empire's name. From that moment, I am no longer the failed Wilson, but the … Savior Wilson who can bring a nine‑hundred‑billion order to the family!"

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Lu Qingshan again, his tone exceedingly sincere: "Mr. Lu, I don't know how to thank you. What you gave me is not just an opportunity, but a rebirth."

Lu Qingshan finally set down his tea cup, looking at the fanatical Wilson with a calm gaze.

"It's not a big deal."

Wilson was startled.

Overturning a century‑old financial family's succession and leveraging a nine‑hundred‑billion defense contract, and he calls it "not a big deal"?

"You know, I could do even more." Lu Qingshan's voice was light, yet struck Wilson's heart like a hammer, "Of course, you can too. Whether we continue cooperating depends on your thoughts."

"I certainly am willing! Everything I have is thanks to you!" Wilson declared without hesitation, even feeling an urge to kneel and swear loyalty.

Lu Qingshan nodded without taking a stance.

At that moment, the office door was gently knocked, and Ye Ning's cold, efficient silhouette appeared in the doorway. Her expression remained as calm as always, though her eyes carried a hint of gravity.

"Boss, Mr. Jacob Rothschild is here in the lobby downstairs, saying he wants to see you."

"Rothschild?!"

Wilson's body instinctively recoiled at the name, the frenzy on his face instantly fading, replaced by a bone‑deep awe and tension.

It wasn't just a name; it was a symbol that has dominated world finance for centuries! Even a titan like the Shason Family must look up to it!

How could he be here?

Lu Qingshan showed no surprise, glanced at Wilson, and waved his hand.

"Mr. Wilson, that's all the tea for today. You may return, settle your family matters and ours as well."

"Yes, yes! I understand!" Wilson felt as if pardoned; he knew the upcoming conversation was no longer one he was entitled to overhear.

He stepped back respectfully a few paces, turned to leave.

Just as his hand was about to touch the door handle, Lu Qingshan's flat voice rang again behind him, like an icy chain that instantly wrapped around his heart.

"Wilson, remember your promise."

"Everything you obtained today, I can give you."

"Naturally, I can also take it away at any time."

Wilson's body suddenly went rigid, his back instantly drenched in cold sweat. He turned slowly, gazing at the indifferent Eastern man seated behind the tea table, and the final sliver of luck and stray thoughts born of power in his heart was utterly crushed by that sentence.

He nodded heavily, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his voice hoarse.

"I... understand."

Having said that, he pulled open the door and left the office as if fleeing.

In the office, only Lu Qingshan and Ye Ning remained.

Lu Qingshan lifted the already slightly cooled tea, took a gentle sip, and cast his gaze out the window.

Shason Family, just an Appetizer (document).

Now, the rightful master finally arrives.