Chapter 1997: You Really Are a Weirdo

"Shut your mouth. Don't think that just because you have my foster father backing you, you dare to go against me. I control many things now, and I can make you disappear completely." Ming Lun was provoked.

"Is that so? Are you sure those things are yours?" Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Just based on that sentence you just said, I can make you lose everything in an instant. Do you believe me?"

"Heh, I have made many contributions for my foster father. Regarding personnel appointments, do you think he will listen to you?" Ming Lun laughed.

He was invincible, so he felt that An'er could not do without him at all right now.

"Shall we try it?" The smile on Chen Yu's face grew deeper. He took out his phone and dialed An'er's number. "I am very dissatisfied with this foster son of yours."

"Mr. Chen, if he has truly made you angry, I will have him arrested and leave him for you to deal with," An'er said.

"That won't be necessary," Chen Yu said leisurely. "Strip him of his current power. And I can tell you responsibly that this person has a rebellious streak; he will definitely revolt."

"Good, everything will be done according to Mr. Chen's instructions," An'er said almost without hesitation.

Soon, two of An'er's trusted aides arrived and directly disarmed Ming Lun.

"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Ming Lun was both shocked and furious.

"These are the orders from Mr. An'er. You have made Mr. Chen unhappy, so your duties and rights on the front lines are now stripped, and you are to be locked in the Dungeon to await judgment."

"I don't believe it. I don't believe my foster father would treat me this way," Ming Lun roared. He shouted unwillingly, "I don't believe it."

"All the orders we are executing now are Mr. An'er's orders. Mr. Ming Lun, please do not make things difficult for us."

The two men reached back to their waists and drew their pistols, while a squad of guards also rushed over, and the situation suddenly became tense.

The expression on Ming Lun's face was as if his own mother had just died.

He had always viewed the Commander Mansion as his own territory, but today, he was actually being threatened like this in his own territory?

"Fine, fine." Ming Lun gave up. He raised his hands, took two steps back, and then cooperatively extended his hands.

"You must tell my foster father that he will definitely regret doing this," Ming Lun said coldly.

"The General never regrets anything he does," an officer glanced at him indifferently and then led him away from the scene.

"All of you will definitely regret this, I promise, you definitely will." Ming Lun's hysterical screams came from the side as he was unwillingly led away.

"Mr. Chen, General An'er requests your presence." One of An'er's personal guards walked to Chen Yu's side and bowed respectfully.

"Good, take me there." Chen Yu nodded and walked over with him.

An'er was in a palace-style room, and he had prepared good tea.

Seeing Chen Yu arrive, he hurriedly stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, you've come? I have prepared some good tea for you, please sit."

Chen Yu turned his head to look; indeed, An'er had already prepared a tea table. It was evident that this table had been air-freighted from Huaxia, as it carried a rich, traditional Huaxia atmosphere.

On the tea table, there was a set of high-quality purple clay teapots, and beside the purple clay teapot were tea canisters.

"You understand tea as well?" Chen Yu walked over, sat down, and asked.

"I understand a little," An'er said with a slight smile. "Compared to the tea masters of Huaxia, it is certainly worlds apart, but I have been working hard at it."

"Heh, good." Chen Yu nodded slightly and then sat down. "Lord An'er is very thoughtful."

"Compared to the help Mr. Chen has given me, what is this little bit of thoughtfulness?" An'er said with a chuckle, beginning to brew the tea.

An'er was being a bit modest when he said he understood a little; his tea ceremony was very skillful, and he followed the rules of the tea ceremony to the letter, making one wonder how such a rough-looking man could be so meticulous about the tea ceremony.

"The tea is good." Chen Yu took the cup of tea An'er handed him, took a small sip, and said, "Compared to the tea from some of Huaxia's tea masters, it is not far off."

"Mr. Chen is too kind. I haven't been studying the tea ceremony for very long," An'er said with a slight smile. "And compared to my teacher, it is even further behind."

"As long as Mr. Chen doesn't mind, then that is good."

"Lord An'er is truly thoughtful," Chen Yu said with a slight smile. "You are very low-key, which fits the Huaxia 'Doctrine of the Mean' very well. It seems you have truly put effort into understanding Huaxia culture."

"Yes, the Doctrine of the Mean was taught to me by my first teacher in Huaxia. He told me that one cannot show off wealth; even if you have status, you must learn to be low-key," An'er said. "I learned many things in Huaxia and met many teachers."

"I remember everything they taught me clearly."

"It seems you have also strictly followed what they said," Chen Yu said. "Being low-key is a good thing; no matter when, you cannot appear too confident or overbearing."

"Because once you do that, you will expose many of your weaknesses, and in that case, you will let your enemies take advantage of the situation."

"That is true, I have always kept to my Doctrine of the Mean," An'er said with a bitter smile. "But regarding this matter with Ming Lun, I did not do well."

"Whether you did well or not depends on what you consider him to be," Chen Yu said. "A son? A successor? Or a Puppet?"

"This..." An'er hesitated for a moment. He shook his head and said, "I have no son. I am looking for a successor, and of course, I want him to take over everything I have."

"But the premise is that this successor must be smart and obedient, right?" Chen Yu said with a smile. "His ability doesn't need to be too strong, he just needs to be loyal and obedient enough?"

"Yes... he just needs to be obedient enough." An'er nodded. He smiled bitterly, "And Ming Lun did indeed meet my requirements at the beginning, but now... he seems to be beyond my control."

"Yes, he is no longer that little boy who is easy to control," Chen Yu nodded and said. "Do you also feel that he is increasingly beyond your control now?"

"Yes, severely beyond my control." An'er nodded. He looked up at Chen Yu and said, "I really don't have a very good way to deal with this. I used this as an excuse today to take away his military power and lock him up, just to solve this problem."

"But have you ever thought that this will only be counterproductive?" Chen Yu glanced at him and said, "Although I don't know him, anyone who could be favored by you and taken as a foster son must have abilities that are definitely not simple."