THUMP!

The book fell to the floor. Ren Da's nose was bruised and his face swollen. He looked at Xiang Meiyun with an astonished expression, somewhat in disbelief.

"Director Xiang, what do you mean by this?"

Ren Da had not anticipated this turn of events at all; it was completely illogical! Xiang Meiyun was the manager of the group's catering department! If the end-of-year performance appraisal didn't meet the standard due to Jiuchong Pavilion, or if the growth rate didn't reach the expected target, she, as the manager, would definitely be held responsible. Logically speaking, she should hate that young man called Qin Heng to the bone! After all, whether the performance objectives were met could mean a difference of tens of millions in bonus, which, even for a senior manager like Xiang Meiyun, was certainly a significant amount.

But now, Xiang Meiyun was furious just because he proposed dealing with Qin Heng, even tossing the book from the table without a second thought. This was beyond Ren Da's comprehension. In Ren Da's view, Xiang Meiyun's behavior lacked any logic or reason!

"Director Xiang, you're not usually like this!" Ren Da asked, puzzled. "Is it because that Qin Heng is so detestable that he..."

"Ren Da!" Xiang Meiyun interrupted him sternly, her voice deep. "You better put last night's incident out of your mind immediately. Don't mention it to anyone again, and ensure the aftermath is handled discreetly so no word gets out. Most importantly, stop thinking about dealing with that young man named Qin Heng, or you'll definitely regret it. His identity, his background—you absolutely cannot afford to provoke him!"

Xiang Meiyun didn't explain Qin Heng's identity to Ren Da. In her mind, since Qin Heng hadn't revealed his identity, he probably didn't want it known, and she naturally wouldn't be the one to spread it.

However, Ren Da wasn't ready to let the matter rest. His expression darkened as he said to Xiang Meiyun, "Director Xiang, I've never seen you so agitated. It seems this kid Qin Heng's identity is indeed not simple. But Director Xiang, have you forgotten what I just mentioned? Not only did that kid cause trouble at Jiuchong Pavilion, but he also offended the He Family!"

Having said that, he actually turned and left.

THUMP!

He slammed the door of Xiang Meiyun's office.

"The He Family! Is he going to the He Family!?" Xiang Meiyun's expression showed alarm, and she was about to chase after him.

As a member of Beijing's high society elite, she was well aware of the He Family's influence. This top-tier clan, with a legacy passed down for more than six hundred years in Beijing, was immensely powerful, with family members present in all industries. Even a member of a collateral line from such a terrifying family would have access to astonishing resources and the ability to mobilize significant power. If Ren Da really managed to convince the He Family to take action against Qin Heng, it would likely erupt into a conflict between the Daqin Group and the He Family. Confronting such a top-tier family, even though the Daqin Group was well-established, would certainly cause it to suffer a great loss of its Yuan Qi!

What to do? What should I do now!?

Xiang Meiyun became flustered for a moment and hurriedly walked outside.

THUMP!

However, as soon as she opened the door, a young, beautiful woman in professional attire walked in and bumped into her.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

The young woman held a stack of documents and looked at Xiang Meiyun with surprise. "It's rare to see you so flustered. I just saw Ren Da leaving here with a very dark expression. Did something happen?"

"Bo Ling, you're here." Xiang Meiyun knew she couldn't stop Ren Da even if she chased after him now. She carefully closed the door and sighed softly. "Indeed, something has happened."

This young woman was Bo Ling, the head of the design department at Yishang Clothing Design Co., Ltd., a subsidiary of Daqin Group's clothing division. She was Xiang Meiyun's niece and had come over, as previously arranged, to consult with Xiang Meiyun about team management. After all, she had just received a three hundred million order from Qin Heng. Her position was soon to be promoted, the company would expand, and the team size would definitely grow; she needed to improve her management skills.

"Auntie, looking at you, it doesn't seem like just 'something' happened," Bo Ling observed perceptively. "Why don't you tell me? We can think of a solution together."

"What solution could there be?" Xiang Meiyun's expression grew more despondent. After hesitating, she whispered to Bo Ling, "The He Family... they might make a move against Daqin Group soon. You must keep this confidential. Don't tell anyone."

The Daqin Group and the He Family were both behemoths. If such news leaked, it would undoubtedly cause a huge uproar and could even change China's entire economic landscape.

Xiang Meiyun had initially thought Bo Ling would be utterly shocked, perhaps even terrified, upon hearing this news. After all, Bo Ling had just secured a three hundred million order from Qin Heng; if the He Family started a conflict with Daqin Group, that cooperation would likely be jeopardized.

However, Bo Ling's expression was surprisingly calm. Although somewhat surprised, she showed no hint of panic, which puzzled Xiang Meiyun greatly.

"Bo Ling, aren't you shocked at all? Do you realize what this means?" Xiang Meiyun looked at her. "This is the He Family we're talking about! The He Family that has been in Beijing for six hundred years! If the He Family acts against the Daqin Group, then the group will surely suffer a great loss of its Yuan Qi! When the nest is overturned, no eggs remain unbroken. At that time, the entire Daqin Group might face its most critical moment, and some divisions could even face disintegration! These departments could include my catering division and your clothing division. Aren't you worried at all?"

"Not worried," Bo Ling said with a smile. "Because the He Family absolutely wouldn't take action against Daqin Group."

"Nothing is impossible," Xiang Meiyun shook her head. "Daqin Group's young master, Qin Heng, has offended the He Family..."

"Auntie, there's something I need to tell you," Bo Ling said with a smile. "On my trip to Beijing, I happened to meet Young Master Qin Heng on the high-speed rail. When we exited the station, all the Legitimate Line members of the He Family had cleared out the station and were kneeling to welcome Young Master Qin."

"What!? All the Legitimate Line members of the He Family knelt to welcome him!?" Xiang Meiyun was incredibly shocked. Her eyes widened with incredulity and disbelief, feeling as if she had heard something utterly absurd.

That was the He Family! They actually led all their Legitimate Line members to kneel and welcome the young master of Daqin Group? How could that be possible!? It's beyond belief!

"Are you telling the truth?" Xiang Meiyun still couldn't believe it.

"I saw it with my own eyes," Bo Ling replied with a smile.

After Ren Da left the Daqin Group's building complex, he went straight to Mingtong Film and Television Company. This was the company of He Mingtong, a member of a collateral line of the He Family. His fiancée was the sister of Wu Cheng, the man killed by Qin Heng.

"Qin Heng! You're dead meat!" Hatred filled Ren Da's eyes as he looked at Mingtong Film and Television Company. He sneered inwardly, "And you, Xiang Meiyun, you bitch! Claiming Qin Heng has some noble identity? Bullshit! I'm going to find He Mingtong now, get to Wu Cheng's sister, and persuade the He Family to act. I'll make sure that kid has no place to be buried!"

Ren Da was unaware of Qin Heng's true identity. In his eyes, as long as the He Family made a move, Qin Heng was undoubtedly a dead man. Moreover, he had a good relationship with He Mingtong and was quite confident about persuading the He Family.

At this moment, in the president's office of Mingtong Film and Television Company, He Mingtong was standing nervously to the side, looking at the young man occupying his office chair. He was extremely cautious, not daring to make a sound. Even his breathing was shallow. He was clearly terrified.

Because the person sitting there was none other than He Yiming, from the Legitimate Line of the He Family, their most orthodox heir! One word from him could decide the fate, even the life and death, of a collateral line member in the He Family.

"I heard your fiancée's brother was killed by Young Master Qin?" He Yiming looked at He Mingtong, his tone half-mocking. "Do you want revenge?"

"Great Young Master!" He Mingtong broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stammered, "No, I..."

"Brother Mingtong! It's such a tragedy about your fiancée's brother being murdered!"

Just then, Ren Da suddenly burst in, his face etched with grief. "That Qin Heng kid killed your brother-in-law! You have to avenge him!"

He Mingtong's expression instantly froze, as if he had turned into a clay statue. He mechanically turned his head to look at Ren Da.

His eyes were bloodshot with towering hatred; he felt the urge to kill Ren Da on the spot!