Modi was stunned, holding the phone that had hung up.
He was, after all, a major figure of a nation, and the tone of the conversation was utterly disrespectful.
To say he wasn't angry would be a lie.
*Bang…*
Modi slammed the phone to the ground, and it shattered into pieces.
Then, a group of guards rushed in. Modi waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, you can leave."
Thinking of Durala Peter's terrifying combat skills, he shivered. He bent down, picked up the broken phone from the ground, and removed the SIM card.
Then, he picked up a red phone on the table and dialed, saying, "Immediately revoke all bans on Chinese enterprises, and call Tataniya in."
Modi hung up after making the call and said nothing more. Soon, a middle-aged man in military yellow attire walked in.
"Big boss." The man entered and saluted Modi with a gesture that, to our eyes, was not quite precise. (No mistake, it was indeed imprecise.)
"Tataniya, how is your team's training?" Modi asked directly.
"Reporting, boss, very good," Tataniya replied with a straight posture and a deep voice.
"If you were tasked with defending against someone like Duke Peter, would you be competent?" Modi asked.
"Reporting, boss, no problem," Tataniya dared not lie.
"Very well, you may go," Modi waved Tataniya away.
After receiving Tataniya's affirmative reply, Modi felt a sense of relief.
Decades of oppression by Great Britain had instilled a deep-seated fear.
Although he now had the strength to defend against Durala Peter, he was still very uneasy. As the saying goes, "It's not the thief you fear, but the one who remembers."
Someone like Duke Peter could strike him secretly, and it would be impossible to guard against.
After finishing his call, Durala Peter walked up to Jack Ma and said, "Old Ma, it's done. All business in China will proceed as normal from now on."
Upon hearing this, Jack Ma mentally gave Durala Peter a thumbs-up. He had originally intended for him to resolve the issue with the Rice Group, but he hadn't expected Durala Peter to solve everything at once. This was great.
When we go abroad, we are all family. Bickering and competing domestically is an internal matter among brothers; overseas, we must stick together.
These guys from India are indeed spineless, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
"Duke Peter, thank you for your trouble again," Jack Ma said with a smile, expressing his gratitude.
"It's nothing, we're all family," Durala Peter waved his hand dismissively.
"It was just a phone call. If a dog misbehaves, a scolding is enough."
"Little Peter, look, your grandfather is bragging to Teacher Ma again," Jiang Xin said, watching Durala Peter gesticulating beside Jack Ma.
"Heh heh…" England Peter smiled, not daring to comment.
England Peter was not like them; he could not be rebellious, disobey his elders, or even have a loud argument occasionally.
They were different; there was a bloodline suppression, and he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.
"Little Peter, you seem to be very afraid of your grandfather. Were you beaten often as a child?" National Little Wang asked, his curiosity piqued by England Peter's timid smile.
"My grandfather is very good, and we respect him very much," England Peter replied honestly.
"Mm, good, very good," National Little Wang nodded.
"Wang Shao, come here for a moment," Xia Lin called out to National Little Wang from the villa entrance.
Hearing this, National Little Wang trotted out of the villa.
"Lin'er, what do you need?" National Little Wang asked after coming out.
"Look, Shark Platform has invited me to their Seven-Year Grand Ceremony," Xia Lin said, handing her phone to National Little Wang.
"You can go and have some fun. Their grand ceremonies are always lively every year. Lin'er, you're a popular streamer on their platform now, so they'll definitely invite you," National Little Wang said with a smile after looking at the phone.
Actually, the invitation list had already been finalized, and Xia Lin wasn't on it at all.
It was only because Xia Lin had become popular recently that they added her at the last minute.
They couldn't afford not to invite her. Chen Dajie wouldn't dare. If Shark Platform's seven-year anniversary ceremony didn't invite Xia Lin and Tencent Ma found out, he'd really have to pack his bags and leave.
"It's in Hancheng. I've never been to Hancheng before. I'll ask my brother if he wants to go later," Xia Lin said happily.
Everyone wants to be recognized by others, and Xia Lin was no exception.
Every year during Shark Platform's grand ceremony, she had nothing to do with it; she could only watch everyone else's streams.
"We'll ask when we eat later," National Little Wang said.
"Okay," Xia Lin nodded, then continued, "Call us when we eat later. I'm going to play badminton with Sister Wen and the others."
"Okay." National Little Wang nodded and walked back into the villa.
The Four Young Masters of Modu Group chat.
"Yu Wei: What are the three great young masters doing? @National Little Wang, @Jiang Xin, @Qin Dou."
"Qin Dou: Why did you tag me last?"
"Yu Wei: Brother, I didn't do it on purpose. I just clicked randomly."
"Jiang Xin: Haha… Fat Yu is implying that I'm the second brother."
"Qin Dou: Get lost, are you that great now?"
"Jiang Xin: (Begging expression)."
"Yu Wei: You are all my big brothers. May I ask if you big brothers can take your little brother along for some fun?"
"Qin Dou: What do you want to play?"
"Yu Wei: Anything is fine. As long as I can follow my big brothers every day, carry their bags, be their driver, or anything else you need, I can contribute anytime."
"National Little Wang: Get lost, don't embarrass yourself here. Who said what earlier?"
"Qin Dou: (Screenshot of Yu Wei's earlier chat.) How could I be a lickspittle? Lickspittles cannot lick."
"Yu Wei: ..."
"Yu Wei: We're all brothers, don't be like this."
"National Little Wang: I'm eating, too lazy to chat with you. Let me show you who's cooking."
"National Little Wang: (Photo of Jack Ma cooking)."
"Yu Wei: (Shocked expression)."
"Jiang Xin: (Photo of Tencent Ma setting the table.) Let me show you who this is."
"Yu Wei: Big bosses, please take me along."
"Yu Wei: Where are you?"
"Yu Wei: @Three people."
"Yu Wei: ..."
Jack Ma's cooking skills were indeed slightly superior to Tencent Ma's. He prepared ten dishes every day, with no repetition.
"These dishes today are quite good," Xia Feng said, pointing to a few home-style dishes and praising them.
"Thank you for the compliment, Young Master Xia," Jack Ma replied, beaming as if he had eaten honey.
"Brother, can you accompany me to Hancheng in a couple of days?" Xia Lin asked Xia Feng at the dinner table.
"What are you going to Hancheng for?" Xia Feng asked, turning his head.
"Heh heh… I'm a streamer, and Shark Platform has invited me to their seventh-anniversary celebration. Besides, I've never been to Hancheng before, and I want to go play. You come with me too," Xia Lin said, putting down her chopsticks and smiling sheepishly at Xia Feng.
Upon hearing this, Tencent Ma's spirits lifted.
He knew about Shark Platform's seventh-anniversary celebration but hadn't considered inviting Xia Lin to participate.
Now that Xia Lin had mentioned it, Tencent Ma became animated.
Attending Shark Platform's celebration in Hancheng, which was his territory, he could finally hold his head high and wouldn't have to face Jack Ma's displeasure anymore.
Instantly, Tencent Ma's eyes turned to Xia Feng; he yearned for Xia Feng to agree even more than Xia Lin did.