People in the Republic of China era began to rise from industry.

Chapter 110 Leader Jin 8, the Troublemaking Ronin from Japan

Your concern has been received.

Although such concern came out of Sheng Aiyi's mouth, it didn't quite sound right.

But it doesn't matter.

Lin Yi wouldn't care.

He has always been tolerant of a woman's little quirks.

For example, the young lady from the new world insisted on sitting in his lap while drinking, and even deliberately spilled the wine on his chest, but he never got angry.

"Seventh Miss even guessed that I dared not go out. Seventh Miss is truly a genius."

Offering flattery only earned me a glare in return.

"There's no magic trick involved, I just knew you were afraid of dying."

Without mincing words, she added, "My cousin will represent me at the association's founding ceremony tomorrow. Remember to thoroughly check the venue, just in case someone plants a bomb."

"If you hurt my cousin, don't blame me for making trouble for you."

Zhuang Jiutao, the "tool man": "..."

After saying this, without waiting for Lin Yi to speak, he stood up and said, "That's all for these two things. I'm leaving now."

"It's rare for Miss Seven to visit my small company, so I should at least show her some hospitality, right?"

"There's a nice Western restaurant nearby, Miss Seven, would you like to try it...?"

Since the other party has shown concern for him, Lin Yi should reciprocate in some way.

Although he had already arranged a lunch party, it didn't matter, because Miss Sheng Qi was definitely not going to stay.

As he expected, before he could finish speaking, Sheng Aiyi had already walked out of the office.

They completely ignored it.

Lin Yi shook his head, took two quick steps to catch up with them, and escorted the two downstairs.

Sheng Aiyi got straight into the car, too lazy to even say goodbye.

Cousin Zhuang Jiutao, however, turned around and shook hands with Lin Yi to say goodbye.

The arrogance he displayed when we first met was gone, replaced by undisguised hostility.

Zhuang Jiutao smiled and shook their clasped hands: "Mr. Lin, we'll have to get along well when we work together in the future."

Feeling the change in strength from his right hand, Lin Yi smiled broadly and said, "No problem."

I underestimated the person in front of me.

I initially thought he was just a clueless relative by marriage, but now it seems he's more than just clueless; he's clearly planning to take everything away!

Did he not study biological genetics?

Lost in thought about this, Lin Yi watched as Zhuang Jiutao got into Sheng Aiyi's car and shook his head.

Fortunately, Sheng Aiyi's change of heart was thorough enough; otherwise, with such a cousin by her side day and night, he might have actually succeeded.

He waved and watched Sheng Aiyi's car drive out of the dock before turning around and going upstairs.

"Cousin, is Lin Yi from a gang background?"

Inside the car, Zhuang Jiutao, sitting in the passenger seat, turned to talk to Sheng Aiyi.

Before meeting Lin Yi, he genuinely thought it was just a normal introduction.

But she discovered that Lin Yi was a pretty boy, and her cousin didn't seem as aloof as usual when talking to him.

He immediately realized what was going on.

He wasn't stupid; he could tell from the subtle concern in her voice.

He didn't know the term "tool person".

But it's obvious that the so-called introduction was just an excuse for my cousin to come to my door.

A sense of crisis is surging in!

For all these years, he has not married or had children to carry on the family line, willingly working as a slave in the Sheng Mansion.

Even going to the New World to relax requires disguising oneself, all for the sake of gaining my cousin's favor... How could I possibly tolerate someone else getting there first?!

"He returned from studying in the United States."

Sheng Aiyi seemed to be defending Lin Yi: "His father did have a gang background, but that was many years ago."

"We started to switch to manufacturing a long time ago."

"Hehe, that's what you don't understand, cousin. This quagmire of a gang isn't something you can just get out of as easily as you think."

Zhuang Jiutao chuckled, a hint of disdain on his face: "Choosing an office at the dock shows how ordinary they are. No respectable company would choose such a location."

“Our Sheng family is a prominent family, and it’s not good for us to associate too closely with this kind of person.”

“Especially your fourth and fifth cousins, they’re all keeping an eye on you now. If they seize on this and use it against you, it’ll be a real problem.”

Seeing Sheng Aiyi's furrowed brows, Zhuang Jiutao, thinking he had succeeded, pressed his advantage: "So from now on, leave the matters between you and him to me. Cousin, you'd better not get involved."

"To avoid any controversy."

The Sheng family appears glamorous on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are rife with filth.

Sheng Aiyi, a single woman, inherited the Yuzhai Charity Estate, which held half of the Sheng family's wealth.

Although the other members of the Sheng family receive a certain share of the profits every year, the two older brothers have long harbored resentment towards this.

She often complained that her late mother, Mrs. Zhuang, was biased.

They were even more worried that one day Sheng Aiyi would marry someone else and this huge fortune would be transferred to someone else's surname.

Several incidents have occurred over the years, and although Sheng Aiyi has resolved them all, the conflict between the siblings has only deepened.

So what he said was the truth.

If her two older brothers really find a weakness, then things will definitely get complicated again.

He believed that Sheng Aiyi certainly understood this.

In Zhuang Jiutao's view, there might be a reason why she had been living alone with her aunt for so many years and was even rumored to like women.

Her decision not to marry was a powerful tool she used to deal with the difficulties her family faced.

"...Cousin, didn't you say the shipping company was having a meeting today?"

"what?"

"parking."

At Sheng Aiyi's command, the driver turned the steering wheel and the car came to a smooth stop on the side of the road.

"Oh right, I had forgotten about that."

Zhuang Jiutao smiled awkwardly and could only push open the car door and get out.

But just as he was closing the door, he poked his head in again.

"Cousin, there's a performance of The Legend of the White Snake at the Meilin Theater tonight. Shall we go see it?"

Sheng Aiyi didn't say anything, she just looked at him quietly.

His imposing presence, though not angry, instantly made Zhuang Jiutao's smile freeze.

He chuckled awkwardly and then pulled his head back.

The car door closed, and the car drove away without the slightest hesitation.

Standing on the curb, Zhuang Jiutao watched the three cars drive away and spat fiercely.

Damn it, he's just a pretty boy. The thing is, I'm not that much worse looking than him!

……

Local gangs have a significant advantage when it comes to gathering information.

Following Lin Yi's instructions, Chen Hua mobilized a group of people and, in just one day, located the site of the Goryeo government-in-exile.

The matter was of great importance, so Chen Hua, who had just been assigned a car, personally took charge.

After disguising himself, he flagged down a rickshaw and headed alone to the secret location of the government-in-exile—No. 4, Puqing Lane, Malang Road, French Concession.

A cramped two-story building.

After a series of twists and turns, he finally met Kim Pal, the temporary head of the government-in-exile.

It is unclear whether his real name or code name is unclear. According to the information he has, President Lee of the government-in-exile is in exile in the United States, far across the ocean.

He's probably afraid of dying.

The details of the conversation are unknown to outsiders.

In short, three hours later, when Chen Hua, wearing a fake mustache, left, Jin Ba escorted him all the way to the alley entrance.

Then they began to recruit people.

At almost the same time, the Grande de France Hotel, where the inaugural meeting of the Textile Federation was held.

A group of ronin dressed in kimonos with swords at their waists were stopped by Tie Lin and a dozen or so police officers in front of the restaurant steps.

"Sorry, this venue is booked for an important event today, and we are not accepting any outside guests."

Standing on the steps, Tie Lin spoke condescendingly.