CHAPTER 494: CHAPTER 203: THE SU FAMILY DEFENSIVE BATTLE (PART 2)

"What do you mean by that? I’ve been completely open with you," Fei Qing flicked the ash from his cigarette onto the sofa, releasing a wisp of blue smoke and the acrid smell of burning leather.

"What do I mean?" Yan Wuxu’s shockingly pale face tensed, a fierce light appearing in her once clear eyes, "Tell me, which of these matters have you handled on your own?"

The seaside resort project in Mo City was an immensely profitable mega-project. After Hang Fei both invested, the Fei Family shifted their focus to the political arena, leaving almost the entire project to be managed single-handedly by the Hang Family. After graduating, Fei Qing did not properly join the Fei Family business, preferring to idle his days away.

"Aren’t I handling it now?" Fei Qing’s confidence wilted under Yan Wuxu’s aggression, stammering, "I’ve got some leads on the matter you asked me to look into."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wuxu dismissed her cigarette, too impatient to put it out, urgently asking, "You’ve got leads on the cigarette matter?" Her days at Su Family were not wasted, as she not only siphoned a sum of money, but also learned some business principles.

Su Qingzhang made his fortune through mining and real estate, but now with the mining incident and almost all construction halted, it served as a wake-up call for Yan Wuxu—she needed a highly profitable venture that could yield quick returns.

The majority of Fei Qing’s money was squandered on indulgences. Now, under Yan Wuxu’s close watch, his bar visits dwindled and his only pastime became smoking cigarettes.

The special cigarettes supplied by Shang Yin differ from regular ones and are popular in Z country’s upper society. Fei Qing hadn’t noticed at first, but once he became hooked, he realized he had spent over two million just on purchases from Shang Yin over the years.

Yan Wuxu, after picking up the habit from Fei Qing, cleverly calculated and saw the immense profitability in these cigarettes.

"I’ve done some digging. The raw materials for these cigarettes are produced mainly in the Southwest and also nearby in Myanmar, Vietnam, and Laos. As long as we gather enough money and secure the resources, the rest will be easy," Fei Qing fantasized that once this deal was done, Yan Wuxu would stop nagging him.

"And the money? Where will the money come from?" Yan Wuxu snorted.

"Since you’ll eventually divorce Su Qingzhang, better take advantage while he’s still alive..." Fei Qing chuckled mischievously, reaching out his hand towards Yan Wuxu.

It was lawyer Chen Jiachun’s first visit to Mo City. The seaside city is famous within Z country, and even before setting foot there, Chen Jiachun had collected information on several prominent financial groups in the city.

The case he was going to represent had already created a buzz in the mass media. Su Family was a private enterprise mired in controversy and rose to prominence just as economic reforms were winding down.

With Su Qingzhang bedridden and an inexperienced successor facing a barrage of criticism over the mining accident, Chen Jiachun was initially reluctant to take the case, having not accepted a significant case in quite some time. Yet the case was too big to ignore—victory would bring fame, whereas failure could tarnish his reputation. Even the risk-taking Chen Jiachun had second thoughts when he received the commission call.

On the day of the call, Chen Jiachun had just settled a trivial case, and the deep, masculine voice on the other end calmed his restless mind.

The caller briefly stated his purpose and identity. Upon receiving his refusal, the deep voice showed no disappointment, adding, "Mr. Chen, don’t you like gambling? Success brings fame, and even failure gives fame."

Such a significant case involving a well-known entity was merely a gamble in the eyes of Su Family’s representative.

Success brings fame, and even failure gives fame. As Chen Jiachun pondered this, he eventually agreed to take the case.

The airport in Mo City, like the city itself, was small yet bustling. The person who came to meet Chen Jiachun was not the man who had talked about the fate of Su Family so eloquently, but a young woman with a plump forehead and bright eyes.

As Chen Jiachun observed Su Ziceng, she, too, was sizing him up. He was over thirty, with hair cut short close to the scalp, a solid build; he lacked the air of a lawyer and rather gave off the vibe of an athlete.