Which one of these is not a profitable industry company, which one is not something everyone wants to have and achieve? Yet, Lin Chuan established a Sichuan University Group in just two short years. This speed makes it hard not to believe Lin Chuan's words. No one would doubt Lin Chuan's words.

"I believe you!" Zhou Rui said hurriedly.

"By the way, I plan to move the entire power of Jvyi Gang abroad." Lin Chuan opened his mouth and said.

"What?" Zhou Rui was stunned and said, "You really plan to expand abroad?"

"Yes!" Lin Chuan nodded and said, "The international situation is complex now, and I must relieve the country's worries. I plan to place a force representing the five-star red flag on the international stage. As long as the country needs it, we can serve it at any time."

"I really didn't expect your morals to be so high." Zhou Rui said with a smile, "Everyone else is all about money, but you, while making money, also remember to relieve the country's worries. Truly worthy of being an exemplary youth of the country."

"Hehe..." Lin Chuan chuckled.

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Office of the City Committee.

In just a few months' time, Song Ming's hair had turned completely gray; the death of his son dealt him a heavy blow, and combined with consecutive defeats on the political stage, he felt somewhat disheartened. Life had lost its pursuits, his son's death meant the end of his life's extension. In his political career, he encountered repeated failures. His loyal subordinates were either double-regulated or transferred away by Tang Yumeng. The principal positions in various departments almost entirely belonged to Tang Yumeng's people.

Because of Long Wu's death, he lost support from the Procuratorate and the Jiangbei City TV station. Due to Lin Chuan's mother, he lost support from the Public Security Bureau, and several other departments. By now, he had almost become a lone figure, nearly just a commander without troops.

At noon, Song Ming ate lunch at the agency cafeteria and then returned alone to his office, intending to take a short nap.

Returning to the office, a few subordinates were already waiting for him inside.

"Secretary Song, it's great you're back." A group of people stood up quickly.

"What is it?" Song Ming glanced at a few people.

One of them hurriedly said, "Secretary Song, Qin Dalei has fled."

"Fled?" Song Ming was stunned; he momentarily couldn't react and didn't understand what it meant, so he asked in confusion, "Where did Qin Dalei flee to? Where could he go?"

"He was driven away by Lin Chuan." The reception office director quickly said, "I heard Qin Dalei hired a ninja from Japan to deal with Lin Chuan, but even the ninja failed to defeat Lin Chuan. On the contrary, he enraged Lin Chuan, who, last night, led over a hundred people to take over Qin Han Restaurant, forcing Qin Dalei and several of his men to flee overnight. They flew to the United States last night. Now, Qin Han Restaurant has also become Lin Chuan's property."

"Ah?!" Song Ming wobbled, nearly fainting.

The reception office director hurriedly stepped forward to support Song Ming, asking with concern, "Secretary Song, are you... are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Song Ming displayed a bitter smile and said, "This truly is a disaster destined by heaven."

"Secretary Song, Lin Chuan is, after all, just a hooligan, how dare he target you." The reception office director quickly said.

"What does this matter?" Song Ming said helplessly, "In Jiangbei City, with Lin Chuan here, I can't target Tang Yumeng. Nowadays, Tang Yumeng's influence in the City Committee exceeds mine. The heads of several crucial departments like the Public Security Bureau and Education Bureau were double-regulated by the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and... Tang Yumeng placed her people inside. Thus, I almost have no chance to turn things around!"

Though Song Ming was an old tree in Jiangbei City, even the largest tree cannot withstand the silent munching of termites day and night. Presently, Song Ming, this old tree, has already been devoured silently for more than half, and the remaining half is merely struggling in its death throes.

More than ten people in Song Ming's office sighed. Indeed, the way things have developed to this point, it was all due to Lin Chuan. If not for Lin Chuan, Song Ming's son wouldn't have died, and Tang Yumeng's power wouldn't have risen so suddenly.

"Secretary Song, we must find a way to fight back now." The director of the investment office said hurriedly from the side, "Otherwise, if this continues, we will be gradually nibbled away by Tang Yumeng, and from then on, we fear we will be squeezed out."

"Right!" The reception office director immediately nodded and said, "Continuing to wait like this will only lead to death."

"Right!" Everyone nodded fervently.

At this moment, Song Ming sneered and said, "It's easy to say, but actually executing it? It's even harder than climbing to the heavens."

The investment office director hastily said, "Secretary Song, if we want to get rid of Tang Yumeng, we must first eliminate Lin Chuan. This guy's influence is getting wider, and if we don't control it, he might become even more terrifying than Qin Dalei."

"Right!" A group of people nodded urgently.

Song Ming, however, sat on the chair with his eyes closed, trying to calm himself, while internally a thousand thoughts raced by. This group of guys had no sense of life and death; Lin Chuan was so powerful now, yet they still dared to challenge him head-on—weren't they just courting death?

"Alright." Song Ming glanced at them and then said, "Let's end the discussion here and don't talk about it again in the future. Whether it's about Lin Chuan or Tang Yumeng, just return to your offices and do your own work diligently. Just be upright and honest in your conduct and work hard."

The group looked at Song Ming, clearly puzzled. However, since Song Ming had issued an order, there was nothing more to say, so they left his office dejectedly and returned to their own offices.

"Do you think Secretary Song has changed?"

"Sigh, now that Secretary Song has lost his son, he naturally loses his fighting spirit. Otherwise, what's the use of working hard his whole life?"

"Indeed, without a son, he naturally loses his will to fight. What does anything mean anymore?"

The group sighed deeply; when they followed Song Ming before, they were powerful and influential, but now Song Ming's status had fallen drastically, and they could no longer regain that feeling. They felt life was tough, as the superiors were strict. If they dared to reach for anything, they'd be caught. With less profit and no incentives, they could only take their dead-end salaries every day.

Song Ming himself wasn't feeling well either. He desperately wanted to make a successful comeback, but unfortunately, he had no one or resources now. The fact that Qin Dalei, who could help him, was driven out by Lin Chuan made things worse for Song Ming. Without Qin Dalei, Song Ming was completely defeated and would find it impossible to rise again. Therefore, his heart was in turmoil, and he sat woodenly in his chair, staring blankly at the five-star red flag in front of him.

The vendetta of a son's murderer is as irreconcilable as the sky itself.

If someone said that Song Ming didn't want revenge, that would be impossible. Lin Chuan not only had a vendetta against him for his son's death but also had other grievances. Song Ming knew that he and Lin Chuan had a mortal enmity that could not be resolved.

Song Ming kept considering how to take revenge. Killing Lin Chuan wouldn't be easy. Having analyzed seriously, Song Ming reckoned that the probability of success in killing Lin Chuan was only one percent, and it would mean risking his own life. It was definitely not worth it, for a one percent probability was not a favorable gamble.

Song Ming leisurely lit a cigarette for himself; killing Lin Chuan wasn't a simple task that could be accomplished with just a few words. Full preparation was necessary. This time, Song Ming planned to personally take charge. Calculated and shrewd, Song Ming believed that as long as he plotted painstakingly, he would definitely find a way to deal with Lin Chuan.

Although Lin Chuan was formidable, an open attack was easy to avoid, but a hidden one was hard to guard against.

With this in mind, Song Ming suddenly had a very good idea. That was to strike when the enemy was unprepared and take his life.

Song Ming took a drag from his cigarette and then opened a drawer. Inside the drawer was a black iron box. Song Ming took out the iron box, brushed off the dust with his hands, and gently opened it. Inside, wrapped in yellow satin, was an object. With trembling hands, Song Ming unfolded the yellow satin, revealing a dark black pistol. The pistol bore mottled marks, indicating that it had been used.

Song Ming held the pistol in his hand; there was a row of numbers on the gun chamber. Only Song Ming could understand this row of numbers. This series of numbers was engraved on the pistol when it left the armory, serving as its identification number. It also indicated that this gun was one that had leaked from the military.

Song Ming took a deep breath, clutching the gun with shaking hands, and removed the magazine, which contained six bullets. The bullets shone with a brass luster. Song Ming gently caressed the gun, gritting his teeth and saying, "Hao'er, I will definitely avenge your death. Just wait, I will send Lin Chuan to join you in the afterlife and ensure you rest in peace."

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Secretary Tang's Office.

Tang Yumeng was listening to Xiao Xue's report on some matters, especially concerning Lin Chuan. Last night, Lin Chuan led a group to take over Qin Han Restaurant, not only driving Qin Dalei away but also hastily creating a 'Sichuan Restaurant' sign overnight. In one night, the well-known Qin Han Restaurant in Jiangbei City suddenly became 'Sichuan Restaurant.' This surprised and astonished everyone, even Tang Yumeng was shocked.

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