662: Chapter 651 662: Chapter 651 While Song Yun was busy arranging the so-called organizational meeting for the evening, Shen Yan stood before Shen Bocheng’s office with a cold expression on his face.
“I don’t know why you did it.
Since I was young, I’ve never thought about competing with you for anything.
What you did yesterday really disappointed me as your younger brother.”
“Shen Yan, what are you talking about?” Shen Bocheng frowned and looked at Shen Yan.
“Yesterday’s matter?
What happened yesterday?”
“You know very well what happened yesterday, and I can’t be bothered to elaborate further.
I will go back to Beijing and have a proper talk with Dad about this.” After dropping these words, Shen Yan turned around and left Shen Bocheng’s office.
Shen Bocheng’s face showed a gloomy expression as he watched Shen Yan’s departing figure, his thoughts unknown.
That night, Shen Yan boarded a plane bound for Beijing.
Meanwhile, at a top-tier six-star hotel in Sunan, within a luxurious suite on the top floor,
Representatives of over a dozen major organizations from across the country, or leaders wielding real power, had gathered together.
Only about a dozen people could enter this suite, just enough to fill a single table.
White Tiger and Zhu Yeqing were seated at the head of the table, with Song Yun by White Tiger’s side, and Xuanwu next to Zhu Yeqing.
“White Tiger, back in the day, I was willing to die for you.
Who would have thought you not only survived but are living so comfortably now!” Xuanwu laughed, his tone suggesting a close past relationship with White Tiger.
“Heh, it’s all due to the circumstances,” White Tiger said as he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.
“As for you, after all these years, you’re still doing the higher-ups’ bidding!”
Xuanwu wasn’t the least bit displeased with White Tiger openly pointing out his hidden identity.
Everyone present was a dominant figure in the mainland’s underworld; Xuanwu’s identity might be a mystery to the general populace,
but to those seated here, there were practically none who didn’t know it.
Song Yun wasn’t alone tonight; he also brought a female companion, not one of the women from the villa, but Lin Yu.
This was Song Yun’s way of repaying Lin Yu for that report.
When Lin Yu received Song Yun’s call, she was rather proud, as Song Yun had rarely asked her for anything—this was a real favor!
However, upon arriving at her destination, Lin Yu found that everyone at the table seemed incredibly formidable.
Whether it was the refined White Tiger, the boisterous Xuanwu, or Wang Kai who always wore a chilly smile, everyone made Lin Yu, who thought she had seen her fair share of the world, feel extremely pressured.
She felt overwhelmed by their presence, dampening the normally confident Lin Yu’s spirit.
Especially upon seeing the icy queen-like Zhu Yeqing, all the superiority Lin Yu felt as a woman vanished without a trace.
It was then that Lin Yu realized, Song Yun, whom she thought was just a privileged second-generation scion, might not be as simple as she thought!
“White Tiger, I’m genuinely pleased you could make it back.
After all, we can be considered colleagues from way back,” Xuanwu remarked sentimentally.
“Then the two of you ought to have a drink,” Song Yun interjected from the side.
“All three of us are colleagues.
If we’re going to drink, we should all have one,” White Tiger said softly.
“Well then, I hope no one minds if us three colleagues share a drink first, right?” Song Yun said with a smile to the others around him.
“No problem, Boss Zhao, your workplace is an impressive unit.
We small local organizations are most afraid of you.
If you have any actions planned for the future, please inform us early so we can be prepared,” Da Fei, a deputy leader of a small circle sitting not far from Song Yun, laughed.
Da Fei, in his forties, was a deputy leader of a small circle which had quite a history.
Among the organizations present, if one talked about heritage, Pudong’s Green Sect was first, and this small circle was definitely next in line.
In the early days, the main activities of this small circle were situated in Chinatown and other areas in the M country where Chinese communities congregated.
This could be traced back to over a hundred years ago when numerous Chinese were either deceived or went voluntarily to work in the M country.
At that time, the local people in the M country were rather prejudicial against Asians, which often led to Chinese being bullied.
The locals were numerically superior and, additionally, the Chinese were on their turf.
As a result, many Chinese suffered in silence.
Eventually, a few spirited young Chinese, unable to tolerate the humiliation from the M country’s citizens, banded together, forming a small resistance group.
This group, after more than a hundred years of development, became the small circle.
After expanding in the M country, the small circle began to meddle in domestic affairs back at home.
Many members of the small circle had origins in Chaozhou.
Naturally, Chaozhou became the group’s largest base within the country.
After some time of development, this small circle grew into one of the most significant organizations in the Chaozhou area.
The small circle’s business was extremely diverse, dabbling in all sorts of trades.
Due to its overseas background and profound legacy, the authorities turned a blind eye to them.
The small circle’s main trade was in parachute troop services—in simple terms, organizing a group of people to be hired, somewhat akin to mercenary roles.
For instance, if a family in Sicily wanted to eliminate another family and was short on manpower, what should they do?
Hire the small circle, who would parachute a squad in, take care of the target and then skip town, avoiding an extended stay in Sicily.
So overseas, many referred to the small circle as the Locust Gang—it had a certain desperation to make money at any cost.
And Da Fei also had a legendary story.
In his early years, he mixed in the underground fighting rings of Southeast Asia and later joined the small circle, considering the slower income of fighting not worthwhile.
Being able to fight and willing to take risks, he gained the appreciation of the old leader and was promoted to the position of deputy leader.
His status within the organization was second only to the leader.
For the small circle to send Da Fei this time was indeed a significant sign of respect to Song Yun.
Thus, Song Yun did feel a certain wariness towards Da Fei.
Hearing Da Fei’s joke, Song Yun smiled and said, “Brother Fei, I’ll finish this drink and then toast you all immediately.”
With that said, Song Yun clinked glasses with Xuanwu and White Tiger, downing a drink, and then poured another.
He stood up and addressed everyone around, “I’m truly grateful to everyone for showing Mr.
Song this respect tonight.
The Shura Alliance has only just found its footing, and your presence acknowledges our place.
Let’s not bother with pleasantries; if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to come to the Shura Alliance.
Although we are a small organization, when it comes to friends, we are never stingy!”
The room was full of astute individuals.
Hearing Song Yun’s words, many secretly smirked.
What did he mean by not saying empty words?
That was the emptiest talk of them all!
In the world of social climbing, who hasn’t had moments of blatant lies?
Therefore, no one bothered with those mood-killing statements.
Since Song Yun had stood up to make a toast, the people around naturally gave him face and picked up their glasses to drink up.
Under normal circumstances, these individuals were top figures in their respective turfs.
To have others toast them, let alone drink up, was already an immense honor!
However, among those present, there was someone who seemed to not show much regard for Song Yun.
After everyone had finished their drinks, this person still held his glass, looking at Song Yun and saying, “Boss Song, I’d like to ask you something.”
Song Yun looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young and handsome man in his twenties.
The man styled his hair with a very retro center part, his face incredibly good-looking, making it hard to imagine he belonged to this underworld circle.
Technically, he wasn’t entirely one of them.
This man was none other than the young head of the Wen Commerce Association, Wang Kai.
The Wen Commerce Association was more like a business alliance.
On the surface, it consisted of businessmen, but Song Yun was well aware that the power of the association was not inferior to that of his Shura Alliance, which was a formal organization.