Best Young Master

“Miss Liu, you didn’t call me today just to talk about the romantic moonlit nights, did you?” After the brief exchange and joking, He Fenghua swiftly moved on to the main topic.

Liu Qin paused for a moment then said, “That’s right, Master Eight wishes to lend you a hand, Young Master He.”

“Oh?” He Fenghua’s pupils constricted again, and he asked indifferently, “What do you mean?”

“Master Eight knows that Young Master He wants to trample the Su Family underfoot, and he wants to help you in that,” Liu Qin confidently revealed without beating around the bush any further.

“What kind of help?”

He Fenghua scoffed, knowing well that people like Qiao Bazhi could not be deeply trusted, yet could not be completely ignored, so he had always maintained a proper distance.

Now that Qiao Bazhi was attempting to close that distance, He Fenghua saw it clear as day—Qiao Bazhi wanted to use him to connect with Han Guodong, who held immense power in Jiangnan’s officialdom.

“As for the Su Family, Young Master He, you know it better than me or Master Eight.

Su Hongyuan is the linchpin, Su Ming has mediocre abilities and can only maintain the status quo, Su Qin has limited help mingling in officialdom to the Su family’s industry, the only one truly capable is Su Yuxin, who can propel the Su family to new heights.”

“Originally, Su Yuxin was suffering from a strange illness and the future of the Su family was bleak, but now a previously unknown rural doctor has brought her back, and Su Hongyuan sees a ray of hope, so much so that he uses a harsh tactic to put his chosen successor, Su Feiyu, in jail.

It serves both to appease Su Yuxin and attempt to toughen Su Feiyu through adversity, effectively killing two birds with one stone,” Liu Qin paused a moment, then in a heart-stirring tone said, “Master Eight’s idea is simple, indirectly make Su Yuxin leave this world—break that rural doctor’s legs, ensuring he never dares step into Hanghu again!”

“Tell Master Eight that such a victory would be hollow for me, I appreciate his good intentions,” He Fenghua said upon hearing this, disdain showing in his eyes.

“Are you really not going to reconsider?”

Although Liu Qin knew He Fenghua was always proud, she hadn’t expected him to reject so cleanly and decisively, especially since she knew that how well He Fenghua handled this matter against the Su Family would determine whether he could earn extra points in Han Guodong’s view, and whether he could proudly step into the Han Family.

“Brawling and killing are the affairs of gangsters; I am a businessman and cannot be so violent,” He Fenghua’s tone was even more disdainful, now tinged with contempt.

Perhaps sensing the contempt in He Fenghua’s tone, Liu Qin did not continue to pursue the matter out of false hope, instead, she said with an ugly expression, “If Young Master He has already made up his mind, then I won’t waste any more words.”

“Goodbye, Miss Xu.” As he finished speaking, He Fenghua didn’t wait for Liu Qin to reply and hung up the phone directly.

“What happened?” Han Jing passed the brewed tea to He Fenghua and casually asked.

“Qiao Bazhi wants to trade a small person’s legs for a favor from me.

In his eyes, my favors must be really cheap, huh?” He Fenghua laughed derisively, as if commenting on a particularly ridiculous matter.

What he didn’t know was, sometimes a minor figure might just don a cape backward and turn into a superhero!