Eighties Sweetheart Wife
Chapter 451: Could it be she has three heads and six arms?

Chapter 451: Chapter 451: Could it be she has three heads and six arms?

Shangguan Heng and Zhong Daqiao said nothing.

This was his grudge with the Lew family, and they didn’t interfere.

However, Shangguan Heng thought for a moment and then said with a chuckle, "Brother Qiang, you are highly respected and your word carries weight in Xiangjiang. Now, there are only two pharmaceutical companies in Xiangjiang, one is your Yanshou Pharmaceutical Factory, and the other is Kangda Pharmaceutical Factory which belongs to Uncle Lew. They’re about to cooperate with Xia Xindong, and I reckon Xindong’s visit this time is to facilitate this matter."

Brother Qiang’s eyes flashed with malice and then, puzzled, he asked, "Chairman Shangguan, wasn’t Xia Xindong raised by you? Didn’t he discuss this with you?"

Shangguan Heng pretended to be upset and said, "Let’s not talk about that, let’s just say I raised a dog. Let’s not mention him."

Shangguan Heng knew Brother Qiang’s personality and continued to feign, "You know Xia Xindong has a niece named Song Yunuan, and that Song Yunuan is no ordinary person, she is very capable. Even Xia Xindong listens to her, and I estimate that this cooperation is entirely her idea.

I don’t dare to provoke her, causing a little trouble at the consolation performance to embarrass her is one thing, but I advise you to tell your men never to confront her directly. That’s my advice to you."

Even though Song Yunuan had already given him a warning in advance.

He knew the phone call Song Yunuan made to him was to warn him not to act rashly.

He wouldn’t do anything.

However, a group of young people disrupted the performance by throwing rotten eggs, booing, whistling, and shouting.

Brother Qiang had several groups of such people under him.

That’s why they came to find Brother Qiang.

Because these were the things these people excelled at doing.

Without really hurting anyone, you can’t really do much to them, can you?

These were all brave and fierce youngsters, also under Brother Qiang’s command, and there was nobody in Xiangjiang who didn’t know about them.

Everyone knew not to mess with these gangsters.

They were the ones who dared to go directly to your home to kill and set fires, threatening your life.

For them, it was worth the small amount of money they’d spend to vent their frustration. Why would they have it any other way?

As for the rest, they could only wait and see.

However, Brother Qiang laughed heartily and dismissively glanced at the two men, "Who exactly is this Song Yunuan, to make you so wary of her? When she comes to our turf, even if she’s a dragon she has to curl up, and if she’s a tiger she better lie down obediently!"

After saying this, he shifted the topic, "But that’s your grudge, I don’t care about it, I won’t interfere, it’s just talk. As long as the money is right, I guarantee the job will get done."

He wasn’t a fool.

Regardless of Song Yunuan, he wasn’t going to wade into muddy waters.

But still, curiosity was stirring within him.

He had countless women, you could say he had any type he wanted, countless gentle or wild ones.

But he hadn’t come across one like Song Yunuan.

He just didn’t know what she looked like.

So, he pretended to be curious and asked, "You’re all so wary of Song Yunuan, doesn’t she have three heads and six arms?"

Shangguan Heng’s eyes flickered, wanting to describe Song Yunuan’s appearance – clearly, Brother Qiang was interested.

If Brother Qiang really managed to "collect" her, that would indeed rid them of a huge problem.

After all, Brother Qiang was lecherous, had too many women, and liked to collect different types.

But he dared not say it out loud himself.

Just in case, right? Just in case Song Yunuan was really taken by Brother Qiang, and if Brother Qiang let something slip, he wouldn’t benefit at all.

There’s another "what if," that is, what if they can’t secure the victory; they’ll have to endure Song Yunuan’s thunderous wrath.

Brother Qiang knew full well that Shangguan Heng was leading trouble elsewhere, wanting to use others to do his dirty work.

But he couldn’t hide his curiosity.

So he called over his subordinates, made some arrangements, and sat on the chair with a sinister smile, actually looking forward to the arrival of the visiting performance troupe.

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Song Yunuan and Xia Bowen emphasized the importance of discipline, stating there might be many more opportunities for performances in the future, possibly even chances to perform abroad or at higher-level events.

"Although Shangguan Heng wouldn’t dare to do anything openly, he might still disrupt the event or heckle, so we should have a meeting later to discuss how to deal with such disruptions, including boos, and remind everyone not to go out alone."

Xia Bowen nodded, "They have discipline, and outings like these are managed militarily; private excursions, especially alone, are not allowed and will result in punishment, but I will still emphasize it."

Aside from Xia Bowen, there was also the team leader Niu Zhixing, who was the head of Troupe One, with Zhu Mann as the deputy. She was originally supposed to come along with Old Niu, but she caught a severe cold and didn’t want to infect the other members, so she didn’t come to work.

Song Ting got some medicine from Old Mr. Ji, and by the time they left, she was already feeling better.

Therefore, the ones leading the team were Old Niu and Xia Bowen.

Before the train arrived, they held a special meeting to stress both discipline and the importance of the occasion.

Song and Dance Troupe One was already under semi-military management, and this time they took it even more seriously.

On the other end, Shangguan Heng and a few others, to be cautious, secretly leaked the news to the nationalistic youths association.

As the name implies, there’s no need to say what they were planning.

These people were actually quite happy to know that a performance troupe was coming, a change of pace for them, but after being instigated, their thoughts changed.

So, they prepared a big "gift" for the visiting performance troupe and Song Yunuan.

Uncle Lew and other staff members were waiting early at the gate, just waiting to welcome the performance troupe from Beidu.

The surroundings were surrounded by bodyguards, and there were also a few people from the office there.

Uncle Lew glanced at Zhong Daqiao, who stood nearby with a smile on his face. This man had exchanged pleasantries with Uncle Lew for a long time, appearing very joyful and constantly talking about how his youngest son was getting much better and was coming to see his old father, and how much he missed the boy.

Uncle Lew cursed inside his mind, but he knew as long as Zhong Daqiao was alive, he would be Shaoqing’s biological father, a fact that couldn’t be changed in this lifetime.

How would Shaoqing react faced with such a cunning father who was ready to trap him, knowing the depth of his hatred toward Zhong Daqiao?

Uncle Lew had previously discussed it with Shaoqing, who had agreed very nicely.

He hoped there would be no troubles.

There was only an hour left until arrival, and everyone in the train had already packed up their belongings.

Little Asheng excitedly looked out of the window and accidentally caught sight of his uncle’s grim expression.

Being very sensible, he hugged his uncle and said softly, "Uncle, uncle, I want to get off the train by myself later; you don’t need to carry me."

Xia Xindong instantly came back to his senses, looked at Little Nuan talking to Zhong Shaoqing, and picked up Little Asheng, speaking gently, "You can get off on your own, but let uncle carry you when walking so you can see lots of fun things."

Old Master Gu glanced at Song Yunuan speaking with Zhong Shaoqing, then shifted his gaze away, thinking to himself that young Zhong Shaoqing was quite pitiful, but also very fortunate.

Without a doubt, it must be Little Nuan teaching him how to deal with his father.

Indeed, that was the case.

Song Yunuan said, "...life is like a play, it all comes down to acting, act well, and everyone will praise you; act poorly, and everyone will scorn you. My analysis is, at this moment, your father must be waiting at the gate to play you, but you’ve got to outperform him, understand what I mean?"

Zhong Shaoqing nodded earnestly, "I understand!"

That’s good, it wasn’t for nothing that she had been rambling on...