At this moment, a deep sense of regret welled up in her heart.
Back when Jiang Tian was pursuing her, she had only seen him as a good-for-nothing playboy from a modestly wealthy family, so she never took him seriously.
But now, even if Jiang Tian were still a good-for-nothing playboy, having the halo of being the crown prince of the Jiang family made him absolutely beyond her reach. He was practically the nation’s ideal husband.
“Wha—! What? He’s the crown prince of the Jiang family!”
Yang Wenlun was startled, his eyes wide open, his mouth instantly forming a perfect O shape, and his cigarette dropped to the ground.
The little bit of superiority Yang Wenlun had just managed to recover was blown to pieces by this explosive bombshell—he couldn’t even pick up the fragments.
His family had assets of only about a billion, yet he had been showing off his wealth and abilities in front of Jiang Tian. In Jiang Tian’s eyes, he was probably nothing but a clown!
How ridiculous!
A sense of shame surged in Yang Wenlun’s heart, and his face instantly flushed bright red.
“Yeah, I heard from a friend that the Qingtian Laboratory was built entirely by Jiang Tian himself. He now holds a very high position in the Medicine King Group and can even directly influence management decisions. They say the business wars against the Nie, Sun, and Chen families were all planned by Jiang Tian!”
“No wonder a while back, Jinling Pharmaceutical University was asking many students to collect photos of Jiang Tian’s college life… So they were treating him as a famous alumnus and even built a memorial hall for him!”
Li Xinyue recalled the thrilling financial blitzkrieg that the Medicine King Group had launched half a year ago, and her scalp tingled and her heart trembled.
Was this still the same good-for-nothing young ruffian who knew nothing but chasing girls and getting into fights? His progress was too fast—it was like a myth or legend.
“Hmph, he may be the crown prince of the Medicine King Group, but I don’t believe he has any real abilities.”
At this point, Yang Wenlun shook his head and said: “It’s probably just the family’s achievements being credited to him to suppress the founding elders and make it easier for him to inherit the family business in the future!”
The two were chatting when suddenly Guo Changsheng’s alluring female secretary walked over and said with a smile: “Young Master Yang, Young Master Guo would like you to come over. He wants to ask you a few things!”
“What? Young Master Guo wants to see me?”
Yang Wenlun was immediately flattered and incredulous. He quickly said: “Then please lead the way for me!”
The female secretary brought Guo Changsheng to a luxurious presidential private room.
Yang Wenlun hurried forward and bowed respectfully like a lackey greeting his boss, saying: “Young Master Guo, you called for me?”
On the coffee table were mellow Cuban cigars and an opened bottle of Château Latour reserve red wine worth at least three hundred thousand Huaxia dollars.
Guo Changsheng was chatting and drinking with several wealthy young masters from Singapore, including hotel tycoons, shipping magnates, and maritime industry leaders who ranked high on Singapore’s Forbes rich list. If these people stomped their feet together, this small city-state of several hundred people would have trouble even eating, drinking, and getting around.
“Little Yang, you’re here!”
Seeing him enter, Guo Changsheng merely gave a slight nod without offering him a seat, and continued chatting with the other wealthy men—extremely arrogant.
Yang Wenlun was nothing more than a parts supplier to their Guo family’s shipping group. If Guo Changsheng didn’t need to ask him for information, he wouldn’t even have acknowledged him.
Despite Guo Changsheng’s indifference, Yang Wenlun maintained complete patience, even acting like a waiter—pouring wine and cutting cigars for the wealthy men present, playing the lackey to the fullest.
As for Li Xinyue, she didn’t even qualify to come forward and serve. She stood to the side, shrinking like a quail.
Listening to their conversation, Li Xinyue was deeply shocked. Wow, so that Singaporean female singer was just dumped by Guo Changsheng! Wow, so that young heartthrob actor was also made famous by Guo Changsheng!
Guo Changsheng chatted with the wealthy men about celebrity gossip for a full three minutes before finally looking at Yang Wenlun and saying casually: “Little Yang, you’re from the mainland. Are you familiar with that mainland kid who competed with me at the auction?”
“His name is Jiang Tian, the crown prince of the Medicine King Group! In college, he went to the same school as me, and he was even in the same class as my secretary, Miss Li!” Yang Wenlun quickly replied.
“The Medicine King Group? I’ve heard of them…”
A hotel tycoon said with a disdainful laugh: “They do Chinese medicine, right? Seems like they have a bit of money!”
“Just a market value of a hundred billion or so. Not bad for mainland Huaxia, but in Singapore…”
Another boss shook his head and snorted coldly: “He wouldn’t even make the top hundred!”
Li Xinyue was dumbfounded.
This was Singapore—a tiny place, yet it gathered so many top-tier tycoons, rich and powerful, with their eyes above their heads, not even putting the Medicine King Group in their sight.
“No matter how rich he is, he’s just a country bumpkin from the mainland!”
Another shipping magnate, who apparently had some underworld connections, said: “He dares to come to Singapore and act recklessly, competing with Young Master Guo for things? He really must be tired of living!”
With a fierce look, he gritted his teeth and said: “Young Master Guo, just say the word. I’ll get some brothers with guns to take him out!”
Singapore claimed to rank in the top ten globally for integrity, but for the top-tier elite, the law was nothing more than a toy in their hands.
“Jiang Tian…”
Guo Changsheng ignored him because he always felt the name was somewhat familiar, but for the moment he couldn’t place it:
“I noticed that Hongye and a few other extraordinary individuals who’ve been frantically buying formation materials in Singapore for the past month are also with him…”
Guo Changsheng sipped his red wine, furrowed his brows, and asked: “What’s his background?”
By “background,” he meant political background.
The Guo family had many partnerships in the Huaxia market, and Guo Changsheng had studied Huaxia’s national conditions deeply.
He knew that many people in Huaxia’s business circles weren’t just rich—they were often agents of political figures.
If the Medicine King Group, with a market value of a hundred billion, was nothing more than a white rabbit before a fierce tiger to the Guo family that ran rampant in Singapore, that was one thing.
But if the Medicine King Group had deep political connections—especially ties to Yanjing—then that wasn’t something he could handle. It might require the family or his father’s generation to step in.
Yang Wenlun didn’t know much, so he gave Li Xinyue a look, and she quickly said: “His father is Jiang Zhixing. He used to be the county magistrate of Qixia County under Jinling, and now it seems he’s been transferred to Jinling as the chairman of the provincial state-owned investment group—a department-head-level official. His mother is Zhang Wanqing, who holds no public office—she’s just the chairman of Medicine King.”
“Tsk, a department-head-level official—a minor official not worth mentioning. What kind of background is that!”
Several big bosses immediately mocked.
“Qixia County magistrate of Jinling…”
Guo Changsheng muttered to himself, and suddenly his face turned as pale as paper. He was startled and thought: “So it’s actually him!”
He was terrified in his heart—that was the man who had slaughtered the experts of the Singapore Chinese Association.
The next moment, before anyone could react, Guo Changsheng stood up and walked out: “Little Yang, you two come with me!”
The two looked at each other and quickly followed.
Sitting in Guo Changsheng’s Mercedes SUV, Li Xinyue mustered up the courage to ask: “Young Master Guo, do you know this Mr. Jiang?”
Guo Changsheng was annoyed. These questions—do you think I’d tell you? He glanced at Li Xinyue without a trace and said casually: “Miss Li, you seem to know quite a bit about him. How’s your relationship with him? Could you invite him out?”
Guo Changsheng only knew a little about martial arts and arcane arts. He actually didn’t know Jiang Tian’s true strength. He believed that all he needed was a few gunmen to easily kill Jiang Tian.
That was his plan now.
Kill Jiang Tian, eliminate a threat for the family—that would be a great achievement!
“Pretty good, I suppose. We ran into each other at the airport, and he mentioned wanting to visit the Guo family to see how things are done!” Li Xinyue said with a puzzled look.
What was Jiang Tian’s relationship with the Guo family? Why did Guo Changsheng seem so nervous?
Guo Changsheng lit a cigarette, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, and thought for a full three minutes before decisively saying: “Alright, here’s the plan. Tonight, invite him to the Guo family banquet. You report his every move to me! This time, he’s dead for sure!”
He was going to eliminate Jiang Tian!
Hearing this, Li Xinyue was horrified.
She had often heard Yang Wenlun boast about Guo Changsheng’s capabilities, and she knew this man was a cold-blooded demon who killed without blinking.
Li Xinyue said with some difficulty: “Young Master Guo, how exactly did Jiang Tian offend you? I’ll apologize to you on his behalf. Please let him go. I can persuade him to transfer the sachet to you!”
“Where is your mind wandering? I’m not going to do anything to him!”
Guo Changsheng rolled his eyes at her and then said casually: “Little Yang, your secretary isn’t very obedient!”
“Li Xinyue, do you not want your job anymore?”
Yang Wenlun was instantly furious. After all the trouble of finally getting close to Young Master Guo, you’re going to let me down now!
If he refused now, that twenty-billion contract might be lost, and the loss would be huge.
Li Xinyue was startled, and her mind raced through a thousand thoughts, but in the end, she nodded and said: “Alright, I’ll give it a try!”
“That’s more like it. After it’s done, I’ll get you a branch manager position…” Yang Wenlun squinted his eyes slightly.
Jiang Tian, oh Jiang Tian, you may be somebody in Jinling, but this is Singapore. You’ve offended Young Master Guo—just wait to be played to death!
…
Jiang Tian left the Millennium Hotel and, together with Hongye, Xu Wenjie, Tao Fangshi, and the others, swept through several more auction houses. By evening, he returned to the Hilton Hotel.
“Do you know where Wang Chongyan is?”
Actually, Singapore wasn’t big. Jiang Tian had gone all over Singapore that day, his spiritual sense sweeping the entire place, but he hadn’t found Wang Chongyan’s dojo.
“Reporting to Master Jiang, we’ve actually been quietly asking around about Wang Chongyan’s secluded location these past few days, but unfortunately, no one knows.” Hongye Zhenren shook his head with a bitter, apologetic smile.
“Why is Master Jiang looking for Wang Chongyan?” Xu Wenjie asked, bowing.
“Heh, at the peak of Mount Everest, I killed so many people from the Singapore Chinese Association. Wang Chongyan is also a powerful figure—how could he let it go?”
Jiang Tian took a sip of tea and said calmly:
“Strike first to gain the upper hand, or suffer later. If I don’t go looking for him, am I supposed to wait for him to come find me and kill me? This time, I’m going to kill Wang Chongyang and wipe out the Singapore Chinese Association!”
At these words, everyone was shocked.
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe it.
That was Wang Chongyang of the Singapore Chinese Association, whose power shook all of Southeast Asia, like the emperor of Singapore.
And Master Jiang was actually going to move against him—even wipe out the entire Singapore Association. What kind of bearing, what kind of domineering spirit was this?
