Chapter 97: Lin Feng's Yang's Scheme

The light in the living room was dim.

Lin Feng woke up.

To be precise, it was Zhu Li who woke up.

"Keke, are you asleep?"

Lin Feng ran his hand over Zhu Li's soft long hair and asked with a frown.

Zhu Li looked up, smiled and said, "She's asleep!"

Lin Feng gave a wry smile, "I think it's not right for you to stay up so late at night."

"You're afraid Keke would see, right? Don't worry, she's already asleep."

Zhu Li knows Wen Keke very well.

Lin Feng ignored Zhu Li and closed his eyes.

Soon after, Zhu Li left.

After returning to the room, Zhu Li lay down and saw Wen Keke staring at her with wide eyes.

"I just went to the bathroom," Zhu Li explained, feeling a bit guilty.

Wen Keke pursed her lips, pulled out a tissue and handed it to Zhu Li.

Zhu Li finally reacted and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Then she buried her head in the quilt.

She was actually discovered!

Wen Keke turned off the light.

A moment later, as Zhu Li was about to fall asleep, Wen Keke suddenly reached out and poked her.

"What? I'm about to fall asleep,"

Zhu Li turned her head to look at Wen Keke.

In the darkness, both of their eyes were wide open.

Wen Keke whispered, "You, you don't mind, do you?"

Zhu Li laughed, "Silly girl! What's the big deal?"

She said that while whispering a few words into Wen Keke's ear.

Wen Keke's face turned uneasy, and Zhu Li took it as her agreement.

Then she burrowed into the quilt to sleep.

A moment later, Wen Keke suddenly let out a 'Ya' scream, gritted her teeth and said, "Damn Zhu Li, you really are… getting worse and worse."

August 31.

Lin Feng, Liang Shishi, Zhao Xiaoyang and Aunt Wang, four people in total, went to the cemetery to tend the graves.

Afterward, Liang Shishi drove straight back.

On the day of the memorial, Lin Feng and Liang Shishi were not in the mood for jokes.

After leaving the cemetery, Aunt Wang gave Zhao Xiaoyang a few reminders and left.

Lin Feng and Zhao Xiaoyang arrived at a tea house outside the cemetery.

The atmosphere in the tea house felt somewhat oppressive.

Near the cemetery, many people drove there to pay respects to their relatives.

In the private room, Zhao Xiaoyang reported to Lin Feng, "We've checked; last night those two left by car before dawn.

The house they rented was short-term, only three months. Now trying to find those two, we're probably already out of luck."

"Liu Erwa?"

Lin Feng asked casually.

Zhao Xiaoyang said, "Do we need to give those two another chance?"

Lin Feng shook his head, "The same action can only be done once; a second time would require a criminal case."

Think about it: Liu Erwa hitting those two twice in a short span—coincidence? He just felt the previous hit was too light.

"By the way, Wu Changxiong and that Secretary Wang are still in the hospital?"

Zhao Xiaoyang nodded, "We've assigned people to watch them! Yet this still happened, showing that merely watching them is useless."

Finishing, Zhao Xiaoyang's gaze turned fierce, "Or we could just find a few people and cut those two down!"

Lin Feng gave Zhao Xiaoyang a harsh rebuke, "I've told you long ago, such actions can't be taken; once started, it's endless damnation!"

"Then what do we do?"

Zhao Xiaoyang scratched his head and said.

Lin Feng laughed, "Sometimes Yang's Scheme works better than a conspiracy. Wu Changxiong is hospitalized; you can visit today, give him a gift, and warn him."

"What to give?"

Zhao Xiaoyang asked.

Lin Feng smiled slightly, "Give him four taels of braised pork head meat! Doesn't Wu Changxiong like braised foods?"

Zhao Xiaoyang laughed.

Today is the Ghost Festival; sending Wu Changxiong pork head meat is the same as sending spirit money.

In this way, it also reminds Wu Changxiong that Lin Feng already knows.

Zhao Xiaoyang was very curious about the Yang's Scheme Lin Feng mentioned.

But Lin Feng didn't explain, and he didn't ask further, though he felt itchy inside.

Lin Feng saw Zhao Xiaoyang's expression and said with a smile, "Yang's Scheme is a business matter; Wu Changxiong's Wu Group relies too heavily on its downstream supply chain."

Moreover, in the past two years the Wu Group has expanded production, its debt ratio exceeding sixty percent, making its cash flow tight. Imagine if I cut off its downstream supply chain—what would happen?"

Zhao Xiaoyang scratched his head, as if he understood, yet as if he didn't.

Lin Feng said with a helpless expression, "When you have free time, read more books!"

"Got it," Zhao Xiaoyang nodded.

"Even if we can't bring down his company this time, we can still severely sap his vitality. Then…"

After speaking, Lin Feng sneered.

Being rich feels great!

For ordinary people, a colossal entity like the Wu Group, worth tens of billions, can be played with however he wants.

After leaving the teahouse, Zhao Xiaoyang drove to a random braised meat shop, had the owner prepare a piece of pork head meat, cut into a neat square, exactly four taels—neither more nor less.

Then he packed the pork head meat into a square cake box and went to Ronald Hospital.

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Lin knows you like braised meat. I heard you're ill, so I specially brought a portion of braised meat for you."

Entering the ward, after seeing Wu Changxiong, Zhao Xiaoyang smiled and placed the braised meat on the bedside table.

Wu Changxiong frowned, then laughed, "Please thank Mr. Lin for me; I appreciate his kindness."

Zhao Xiaoyang nodded, "Rest well; I won't disturb you any further. Goodbye!"

Having said that, he left immediately.

A short while later, Secretary Wang appeared in Wu Changxiong's ward.

Wu Changxiong had already opened the box, frowning at the neat, greasy little square of pork head meat.

"XiaoWang, no need to investigate further; Lin Feng already knows."

Wu Changxiong said with a gloomy expression.

Secretary Wang said, "It looks like Wu Guan's death—it's definitely Lin Feng's doing!"

Wu Changxiong sighed, nostalgic, "Things were better back then! If you had the money, you could just hire someone to kill them."

Now technology is advanced, surveillance is everywhere, and police investigative techniques are getting stronger. Acting brutishly as before, even if you seek revenge, you'll end up as a sacrificial victim. This feeling of being bound and restrained is truly unpleasant!

He had just finished his lament when Secretary Wang's phone rang.

During the call, Secretary Wang's expression turned sour.

"What's the matter?"

Wu Changxiong asked.

Secretary Wang set the phone down, "Chairman, someone wants to acquire several of our downstream companies—Star Source Metal Treatment, Longqing Textile…"

Secretary Wang rattled off the company names in one breath.

They are all downstream suppliers of the Wu Group.

Previously, Wu Changxiong had wanted to acquire these firms, so he wouldn't be constrained by others, could cut product costs, and boost competitiveness.

But the asking prices are too high; acquiring them all would cost over a hundred billion.

If bought one by one, the timeline is long, and short‑term benefits can't be realized.

In the end, Wu Changxiong decided to use the money to expand the company's production capacity; once business stabilizes, they can borrow from banks to complete the acquisitions.

This matter has already been written into the company's development plan.

But now, someone actually tried to intervene!

"Who has such a massive hand?" Wu Changxiong asked in surprise.

Secretary Wang replied, "Heaven Industries."

Wu Changxiong looked thoughtful, "Heaven Industries… I've never heard of it!"

Secretary Wang warned, "It's just a shell company; we'll have to investigate who's behind it to find out."