Parking lot, Leng Shan checked his wristwatch repeatedly to confirm the time.
"Wasn’t it supposed to be ten o’clock? It’s already fifteen minutes past."
The assistant beside him said, "A person like Amos surely has many matters to attend to."
At this moment, one of the subordinates rushed over. "Sir, something has happened."
Leng Shan furrowed his brows. "Is it Xingshuang causing trouble again?"
"Things had just about calmed down, but who would’ve thought that Miss Jing suddenly revealed Miss Xingshuang’s lineage? Now the situation is spiraling out of control."
Leng Shan gritted his teeth. "The Yu family has gone too far."
Although he had deliberately concealed Xingshuang’s origins, the Jing family—operating the most powerful intelligence agency—could uncover any secret if they put effort into it.
The Jing family is nothing more than lapdogs for the Yu family. Without Yu Ruohuan’s tacit approval, Jing Zhan would never have dared to act so brazenly at his banquet.
Such a blow is something a young girl like Xingshuang cannot withstand. If he had known, he would’ve sent Xingshuang overseas long ago. But now, it’s too late for regrets.
Leng Shan strode forward hurriedly but stopped suddenly after just a few steps.
The assistant reminded him, "Sir, Amos will be arriving soon."
Leng Shan waved it off and said calmly, "The matter is already set in motion. Even if I go now, I can’t change anything. Yunyang, though he seems unreliable, actually has good judgment. He won’t let the situation become unmanageable."
At this stage, Amos is what matters most.
He needed capital to settle the score with the Yu family.
After thinking it through, Leng Shan instructed his subordinates to relay a message to Leng Yunyang, then returned to his original spot and waited patiently.
Two minutes later, the assistant pointed into the distance. "The car is here."
Leng Shan lifted his eyes and looked. A large black luxury car slowly emerged from the end of the road.
The assistant remarked in awe, "It’s a custom-made centennial edition by Feilian Group. It’s said there’s only one in the world. I didn’t expect Amos to own it."
The exclusive Feilian Group luxury car—what did that signify?
The global status and influence of Amos were far beyond their imagination.
Leng Shan’s heart grew steadier.
In the blink of an eye, the luxury car arrived in front of them. From the passenger seat stepped a young man, impeccably dressed in a suit, exuding the confidence and composure of a successful person.
Leng Shan froze for a moment. He felt the man looked somewhat familiar but had never met him before.
The assistant, well-versed in social circles, leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, "That is Lan Xiping of Tianlu Bank."
Leng Shan’s pupils shrank. It was none other than the renowned Lan Xiping.
The powerhouse of finance, Lan Xiping, stepped forward to the car’s rear door and bent down to open it.
His demeanor was fully respectful.
Leng Shan gasped sharply, clutching his assistant’s hand tightly. The assistant, too, remained frozen in shock.
Who was Lan Xiping? At a young age, he had already earned international acclaim as a banker, with an investment acumen so sharp it was terrifying. Since Tianlu Bank’s entry into Hua Country, as the key figure and regional head of the Asia-Pacific division, he was a person everyone in the financial world sought to curry favor with. Yet, as a low-profile man who avoided public appearances, meeting him was possible only at high-level financial forums.
Such a figure, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid, was someone Leng Shan wasn’t completely sure he could arrange a meeting with. But now...
A blond-haired young man bent down and stepped out from the car.
On a formal occasion like today, the young man was dressed only in casual wear—relaxed and leisurely. Yet no one dared to question whether his attire met the event’s standards, for it no longer mattered at all.
With a smile, the young man greeted him, "Old Sir Leng, how’s your health lately?"
"Thanks to you, very well. It’s an honor for me, truly, that you could come. After your long journey, you must be tired. I’ve prepared a banquet to welcome you."
"No rush. Let me introduce someone—Lan Xiping."
Lan Xiping extended his hand. "Old Sir Leng, I’ve heard of you for a long time."
Leng Shan shook hands with him and replied with a smile, "Chairman Lan, the honor is mine."
"Lan’er is my sworn brother. He just happened to be in Jingzhou for business, so I pulled him along to share a meal. I hope you don’t mind, Old Sir Leng?"
Leng Shan quickly said, "What are you saying, young master Amos? The fact that you two could come is the greatest honor for me. Please, come in."
Amos walked as he responded, "I heard you recently reunited with your long-lost grandson. Congratulations, Old Sir Leng."
Leng Shan wiped the sweat from his brow. "I’ve heard Amos recently acquired a pharmaceutical company. Congratulations to you too."
"Just out of boredom, trying something new. If you’re interested, consider it yours."
At this, cold sweat truly poured down from Leng Shan, as the pharmaceutical company Amos had acquired was none other than Tianbao Group’s First Pharmaceutical Factory—a century-old brand. Losing the First Pharmaceutical Factory was tantamount to crippling Tianbao Group.