Chapter 626: Donate it to Huaxia!

"Evil people are punished by Heaven; your life is due to be collected."

When Xie Qingzheng left, he took nothing with him; he did not take anything belonging to the Xie Family, as he found it disgusting.

If it were not for his mother forbidding him from seeking revenge, Xie Qingzheng would not have lived until now.

However...

Thinking of his subsequent plans, he sneered; the portion that belonged to his mother, he should have taken long ago, and now it was still too late.

"Mother, do you see it?"

"Your son has always been listening to you."

Xie Qingzheng arrived upright and left upright.

From this day forward, there is no more Xie surname; he changed his name to Yun Qingzheng.

Subsequently, from an unknown location, piles of evidence were delivered to the Hong Kong Police Department.

The eldest master of the Xie Family, dead!

The Xie Family, that family ranked among the Six Great Families, the Xie Family that reigned as kings of darkness, came to an end here.

No one knew that the beginning of this matter was merely due to a slip of paper and a few portions of poisoned food.

"Li Kun, I won."

An Yinan's calm voice carried a touch of indisputability; there was no hint of a smile. She had won this bet, yet there was no look of joy on her face.

In Hong Kong, apart from her own car and house, she rarely used her X-ray Vision.

Because...

She was afraid she would want to kill.

"Mrs. An, the villa belongs to you now." Li Kun did not speak; the term was one year, but this bet had reached its conclusion in less than three months.

The Xie Family, finished.

Mrs. An won; the stake, the villa.

"Then... I shall accept it without modesty."

Following that was the beep of the phone hanging up. Li Kun frowned; it was not as unbelievable as the first time, and now it could even be said that he had become accustomed to it.

After all, every time he spoke on the phone with Mrs. An, he received this treatment.

That day, when An Yinan returned home, the house was brightly lit, and the Comrades in every room were already prepared for rescue.

Xiao Guo was even a bit dazed; he was right at Nan's door, and there was no movement inside the room—how exactly did Nan leave?

But Chen Xun did not let him enter the room; he silently cut the rope for the window, then closed the window properly, and subsequently sat on the bed. The anger and killing intent in his body were not as intense as his worry.

"I'm back!"

Until...

With those short four words, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Nan Nan."

Two words, expressing all the worry.

"I'm fine, I wasn't hurt, and I didn't expose my tracks." She had her space as a backup, so she could be fearless, but they could not.

Especially given their identities, she did not allow them to take risks.

This night was not an ordinary night, for all the people of Hong Kong, it was the same.

This night, the people searching, the cars searching, the people checking identification, knocked on doors one by one, house by house.

And the bustle of the Huihuang Club covered up the departure of Chaoyang.

He escaped...

Kang Jian looked at the person standing in front of him, possessing delicate features; what could he do?

"An?"

"You stay by my side for now, and later you will undergo special training. As for the people you see and the things you see, I hope you will speak less and do more."

Kang Jian looked at him with a very serious expression. As his contact with Guo Ge deepened, he knew more about Nan's background and glorious history, and his admiration for Nan grew even stronger.

He, Kang Jian, would work with Nan for the rest of his life.

To be able to follow such a person was the most correct decision he had made in his life.

"Okay."

Chaoyang agreed; he was now a person of Mrs. An, though he heard the people here all called her Nan.

He did not know the reason, but he would do as the locals did.

On the other side, the Xie Family's affair broke the calm of the Six Great Families. Now no one could spare the attention for An Yinan; the stock market myth was not as attractive as grabbing resources.

Even the Li Family was involved, and some smaller families also scrambled to get a piece of the pie.

"It's rising, this stock, rising so fast." Zhang Cheng recorded the data.

While there was chaos outside, in this small room, there was a sense of peace and quiet.

An Yinan looked at the stock with such a large increase, and small slips of paper went out once again.

Every time she added to the stock, she became cautious, fearing that the capital over there would discover some trick and delist early; if that happened, the loss would outweigh the gain.

"Just watch, this stock will become a memory of your lifetime." An Yinan was not fear-mongering; this stock was indeed a memory of a person's lifetime, a memory for generations.

"Okay." Zhang Cheng was already focused, and after hearing this, he became even more focused.

Not to mention him, even the other few people had entered a state of focus. Following Li Zai to learn, Zhang He was now on the right track, absorbing new knowledge every day. He used to think it was just gambling, but now he realized, how could it be that simple?

One must analyze the nature of the stock, combine it with major news, look at professional Development Economics signs, and even judge whether it was a 'pig-butchering' scam.

The constant absorption of this knowledge filled him with excitement every day.

This was a completely different feeling from when he was a small clerk before.

Time passed very quickly.

The port in Hong City had just opened, and on a Friday night, An Yinan and Chen Xun stepped onto a boat bound for Pengcheng.

"Mrs. An." At the bow of the boat, a man smiled at An Yinan and then called out to her softly.

Seeing this person, those familiar brows and eyes made An Yinan knit her own brows.

"Eldest Young Master Xie."

That's right, a member of the Xie Family—the people she least wanted to see right now. Seeing a member of the Xie Family made her think of those dark scenes, made her remember the things she had tried so hard to forget.

"My surname is Yun."

Yun...

Yun?

An Yinan remained expressionless, assuming it was a probe on his part, and merely gave a cold laugh, "Eldest Young Master Xie, this joke is not funny."

Yun Qingzheng shook his head, "My mother's surname is Yun, and my surname is also Yun."

"Oh?"

That slightly raised tone carried a hint of nonchalance.

It brought a faint smile to Yun Qingzheng's face.

"This is something I want to give to you." Yun Qingzheng handed her a document bag.

An Yinan raised an eyebrow, "I can refuse."

"This is a thank-you gift from the Yun Family; you did something I wanted to do but could not."

"Rest assured, the contents inside are clean; it is the inheritance my mother left me."

Yun Qingzheng's gaze lived up to his name, but...

An Yinan was not short on money; in fact, she was not short on anything at all.

She did not care if this was a trap, nor did she care whether she walked into it or not; as time passed, the time she had left in Hong City was already beginning to count down.

"If you really want to thank me, then donate these to Huaxia." The woman gazed into the distance, her tone indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Yun Qingzheng looked out, seeing only a stretch of darkness; he wondered what exactly there was to see in such water.