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Chapter 746: The Art of War by Sun Tzu

Chapter 746: The Art of War by Sun Tzu

Scarface smiled amiably.

"No need to trouble Scarface, I, I’ll do it myself."

Wen Tai, trembling, took the tissue and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Mr. Wen, we’ve been old friends, haven’t we? Otherwise, we wouldn’t have invited you here today for a chat, right?"

Wen Tai hurriedly nodded, the other party’s smiling face appearing to him like a demonic mask.

He knew all too well the methods of these people.

"Scarface, of course, we’re friends. Just consider our years of friendship and grant me some more time. Of course, the interest will still accrue."

Wen Tai, a man of some standing in Zhejiang, forced a smile on his face.

The squatting Scarface let out a laugh, then patted his face.

It was an extremely insulting gesture.

Wen Tai was furious but dared not speak, even having to maintain his stiff smile.

"Mr. Wen, it’s not a matter of interest or no interest..."

Halfway through Scarface’s words, another voice sounded.

"Let Mr. Wen come over."

Scarface turned his head and quickly stood up, nodded respectfully to someone behind him, and then, from a position of power, said to the kneeling Wen Tai, "Mr. Wen, please."

"Ah, okay."

Wen Tai, propping himself up on his knees, hurried to his feet, bearing the soreness from kneeling for so long, and walked anxiously to the tea seating area. Not daring to sit down right away, he bowed respectfully and said, "Mr. Geng."

The broad-shouldered man nodded, "Mr. Wen, sit."

Only then did Wen Tai dare to sit down.

The man poured him a cup of tea himself.

A simple gesture, yet it made Wen Tai very apprehensive, "Mr. Geng, please, I can do it myself."

"Mr. Wen, no need for such formality, after all, as you said, we are friends."

Upon hearing this, Wen Tai did not dare to refuse any further.

"Have a taste."

"Ah, okay."

Wen Tai cautiously lifted the teacup, took a sip, and before he could even discern the flavor, immediately said, "Mm! Good tea!"

"Mr. Wen, you’ve known Little Knife for so long, so I don’t need to beat around the bush with you. Our sincerity, I believe Mr. Wen has seen it, but I am not sure if you consider us as friends."

"Mr. Geng, what kind of talk is this? Being friends with Mr. Geng has always been an honor for me, Wen Tai!"

Wen Tai eagerly took up the conversation, vividly expressing himself.

Geng Long nodded, then said indifferently, "Bring it over."

A brawny man standing around took a document from his bag and approached.

Wen Tai’s eyes showed a hint of alarm, and looking at the man opposite him who could manipulate the system at will, he had no choice but to take it.

"Mr. Wen, I’m also in business, and in business, everyone should be treated equally. One month is already my greatest sincerity. So, I cannot accept the solution you proposed. But I do have one method, it just depends on whether you, Mr. Wen, will accept it."

Getting the hint, Wen Tai quickly flipped through the document with a smile on his face.

At a glance, his face paled, and then he hurriedly browsed through it again.

"Mr. Geng, this... this really won’t work. I’ve spent years and an immeasurable amount of effort on this project. Mr. Geng, I beg you to be merciful!"

He looked up frantically.

"It’s only two buildings after all, Mr. Wen. As a businessman of your stature, you shouldn’t care much, right?"

Scarface said with a sinister smile.

Wen Tai’s face shifted from one expression to another, the agony so intense it left him breathless.

He knew they were vampires of sorts, but he hadn’t expected them to be so ravenous!

"Mr. Wen, Brother Long has personally come to talk to you; it’s your choice now. Either pay back the money now or sign the transfer document."

At the end of the road, his secret is revealed.

Wen Tai’s lips quivered as he tightly gripped the agreement, gazing at Geng Long with pleading eyes.

But the other party did not respond and calmly drank his tea.

With the light of hope extinguished, intense struggle surfaced in Wen Tai’s eyes.

He was well aware of these people’s methods.

If he did not agree, it was unlikely he would walk out of his own construction site today.

"A pen."

Left with no other choice, Wen Tai had to compromise.

"Give Mr. Wen a pen."

Scarface smiled with satisfaction.

Defeated, Wen Tai laboriously signed his name on the agreement, then lifted his head.

"Mr. Geng, may I leave now?"

Geng Long nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Geng."

Wen Tai put down his pen.

"Escort Mr. Wen down," Scarface commanded.

"Please."

Under the escort of two burly men, Wen Tai descended the stairs, his soul seemingly elsewhere.

"This Mr. Wen knows how to be sensible," Scarface said as he picked up the agreement, satisfied, and patted it.

At that moment, the ringtone of a cell phone sounded.

The setting sun’s afterglow shone into the unfinished building.

Scarface took out his phone and answered the call.

"Mmm, I know."

After hanging up, his expression turned somewhat grim, and he looked at his boss, hesitant to speak.

"...Brother Long, there’s been a little trouble."

Geng Long calmly continued drinking his tea. "Tell me, how ’little’ is the trouble?"

Scarface’s face, which naturally carried a hint of malevolence, showed a touch of embarrassment as he stepped closer and whispered, "A guy who borrowed money from us stabbed a city management officer to death."

"Just go send a friendly reminder," Geng Long said.

"Brother Long, the incident didn’t happen in Zhijiang, it happened in Yanjiao," Scarface stressed the importance.

Geng Long remained unfazed. "Finish what you started to say."

Scarface hesitated, then steeled himself to continue, "The guy’s name is Guan Libing, from Zhijiang. He came back home six years ago after being discharged from the army. It was by chance that I got to know him. He’s a good fighter; taking on five or six guys on his own is no problem for him, he’s talented. So I thought to bring him into our fold. I loaned him some money initially, indulged his wish to start a fruit store, then planned to have his business fail somehow. But who knew, this kid was quite stubborn, still refusing to join us even when he was nearly unable to afford meals. Moreover, to avoid me, he even fled to Capital City. And then he ended up stabbing someone to death."

"Murder is paid with life; there’s nothing to discuss there. But, Brother Long, I’m worried that this kid might spill about us."

Worry showed in Scarface’s eyes.

"If it were in Zhijiang, it would be easy to handle, but that happened in Yanjiao, Brother Long, what do you think..."

Geng Long set down his teacup.

"I’ve always told you, always leave some wiggle room. Times have changed," he responded.

"How was I to know that kid wouldn’t know what’s good for him? If I had known, I should have taken care of him earlier," Scarface lamented.

"You merely knew him; you can’t even call it friendship. Nowadays, there’s no guilt by association. He stabbed the person, how does that relate to you?" Geng Long put down his teacup.

Scarface looked at that indifferent face and as if enlightened, he quickly bowed his head saying, "Brother Long, I understand now."

"Not long ago, someone came to me, saying that the interest rates for Anshang Loans have climbed to levels that would drive good people to desperation. You’ve been managing Anshang Loans all along, right?" Geng Long’s voice was moderate, revealing nothing.

Scarface looked up and asked reflexively, "Brother Long, who said that?"

Geng Long looked up at him.

The Scarface, known to shock a well-established construction contractor into terror, quickly lowered his head.

"My apologies, Brother Long."

"Making money is fine, but you must mind the scale and not stir up too much noise. The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; the more someone jumps around, the quicker they get into trouble," Geng Long intoned.

Scarface bowed respectfully.

"I understand, Brother Long," he replied.

Geng Long stood up.

"I’ve told you countless times, don’t always think about fighting and killing. It doesn’t hurt to read more when you have nothing else to do."

"I’m going to buy some books from the bookstore later, Brother Long," Scarface replied.

"Buy books? Do you even know which books to buy?"

Scarface looked up, his terrifying face incongruously spreading into a naive smile.

"Just buy whatever I see, as long as they’re books, that’s fine, right?"

Geng Long laughed and patted the shoulder of his trusted subordinate, then gestured with his hand.

"Brother Dao."

A man promptly approached and handed Scarface a book.

"Biting off more than you can chew is no good. This was given to me by Young Master Song; I’ve read it for a month and found it profoundly beneficial. Take it, study it well," Geng Long advised.

Scarface took it, his face revealing a mix of surprise and doubt.

"Besiege Wei to rescue Zhao, never push a desperate foe too hard. There’s a lot of wisdom in here that could serve you for a lifetime," Geng Long added.

Then, he headed toward the staircase.

A group of muscle-bound men immediately followed behind.

"Take care, Brother Long," Scarface bowed, waiting until Geng Long and his entourage disappeared. Only then did he slowly straighten up and picked up the book again.

The cover bore four characters.

The Art of War by Sun Tzu.