Uncle Zhong bowed slightly to Meng Jingwei, "Young Madam, Old Mistress Qing said you are the most reasonable."
Meng Jingwei's expression turned cold, "Wei Dongkui is guarding the entrance. Pei Ying and Lan Shu will accompany me inside."
"This..."
Uncle Zhong hesitated. Meng Jingwei said coldly, "What, does he, Qing Sihui, fear a few women of mine?"
Seeing Meng Jingwei's annoyance, Uncle Zhong gestured, "Young Madam, please."
Currently, the Qing family was still in internal strife, but the situation was unstable. Uncle Zhong was a shrewd individual. After weighing the options, he dared not offend Meng Jingwei too much.
Thus, Meng Jingwei entered the courtyard with Shu Yao and Pei Ying.
They walked past the winding corridors, crossed the small bridges and flowing water in the front hall, and entered an arched doorway to reach the reception hall.
It was a familiar place, visited countless times. Yet, upon reflection, each visit seemed to bring a different state of mind.
Watching the servants busy in the courtyard, either cleaning or tending to the flowers, all bustling with activity, everything felt so familiar yet so strange.
Things remain the same, but people change, evoking a myriad of emotions.
More than a dozen men in suits stood at the entrance of the reception hall, lined up in two rows. Each had an expressionless face, yet exuded a sense of grimness and chilling intent.
"Seventh Master, the Young Madam has arrived."
Uncle Zhong walked into the reception hall and said respectfully to Qing Sihui.
Qing Sihui managed Songyu Group. Under his operation, the company continuously expanded its business sectors and even planned to open overseas branches.
As Songyu Group's performance soared, the third and fifth masters of the Qing family received their share of the profits, and their support for Qing Sihui grew, becoming increasingly loyal.
With Qing Muye losing influence in the Qing family, Qing Sihui stood alone, and others would inevitably bow to him.
"Oh, little Jingwei is here?"
Qing Sihui, dressed in a white shirt with a black holster strap, appeared robust with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Especially with his beard, slicked-back hair, and a god-given handsome face, he exuded a sophisticated yet roguish charm, truly embodying walking hormones.
The first time Meng Jingwei saw Qing Sihui, she found him incredibly handsome, possessing the sexiness of a mature man. However, he was inherently scummy, wasting his good looks.
"Qing Sihui, you know very well that the auction of Zhuorui Technology was a court-enforced sale. How can you threaten me into signing a contract privately? Zhuorui Technology has gone bankrupt, and it's not something I can control."
She feigned innocence, "What's the use of you kidnapping my father to threaten me!"
"Hahahaha..."
Hearing Meng Jingwei's words, Qing Sihui threw his head back and laughed, unreservedly, bending forward and backward. "Are you truly naive, or are you pretending to be confused?" He leaned back in his red wooden chair, holding a pair of chopsticks. He picked up a crystal steamed dumpling, took a bite, and said while chewing, "As long as you sign the contract with me, I just need to make a phone call to the court. Little Jingwei, Muye has done this sort of thing many times. You don't need to put on an act for me."
"A public auction can give Zhuorui Technology a good price. What price can you give me?"
Meng Jingwei did not beat around the bush with Qing Sihui.
Qing Muye's plan was to sell Zhuorui Technology to Qing Sihui, and Qing Sihui's move would seamlessly fulfill Qing Muye's plan.
Her visit today was merely to go through the motions with Qing Sihui.
"Price?"
Qing Sihui murmured, continuing to eat his breakfast slowly with his chopsticks.
Currently, he was short on funds. Although Arlo Korgosul had invested in the company, that was considered an asset of Songyu Group.
Qing Sihui's objective in summoning Meng Jingwei today was to acquire Zhuorui Technology through another of his companies, thus taking full ownership of Zhuorui Technology.