"Please, Song Qiao, I really need your help!" Deng Yihan pleaded tearfully over the phone.
"Right now, the mess in Nanyang needs Deng Hui's participation."
"But he's being held captive, and if he's sent to the Imperial Capital, I truly can't imagine the consequences!"
Song Qiao was aware of Deng Hui's predicament, with the Guo family being the main source of trouble. They had framed Deng Hui with a baseless charge to control the Deng family and Deng Yihan.
"I understand. You don't need to be nervous for now."
"The Guo family wants to send Deng Hui to the Imperial Capital for detention, and I won't stand idly by."
Even without Deng Yihan's plea, Song Qiao would not allow the Guo family to act so brazenly.
Deng Hui was still in Modu, so there was no need to rush. After all, given Deng Hui's status, those people would at most keep him under house arrest; they couldn't harm him. However, if Deng Hui were truly sent to the Imperial Capital, he would be completely within the Guo family's sphere of influence, which would be a significant problem. This would cripple the Deng family's future endeavors and render Deng Yihan's plan for Nanyang moot. It was also possible that the Deng family's numerous industries in Huaguo would not be able to escape unscathed. Furthermore, with the Deng family having drawn too much attention previously, many industry titans who were dissatisfied with them would likely shift their allegiances. After all, with the Deng family's sons in the hands of the Guo family, who would dare to support them?
The Guo family, precisely because they understood Deng Hui's crucial role, had dispatched the "Shanshui Team" to escort him. This group was indeed difficult to deal with. Although Song Qiao had spoken confidently, and the plan with Mo Ling was thorough, action could only be taken once the personnel arrived.
Calculating the days, Song Qiao continued to reassure Deng Yihan.
"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. My people will arrive in Modu tonight."
"Mo Ling has been making arrangements, and the operation should be nearly ready. Just wait for news with peace of mind."
Hearing this, Deng Yihan finally relaxed slightly, her voice carrying unconcealed joy.
"Thank you in advance then! I'll treat you to a meal after it's done!"
Song Qiao couldn't help but chuckle.
"No need to be polite, and no need for trouble."
"I understand, I understand. You want to get straight to the point, don't you? So unimaginative!" Deng Yihan playfully chided over the phone in a flirtatious tone. Song Qiao's heart fluttered, finding it hard to resist such temptation. However, more important matters were at hand, and he reminded her, "We'll talk about it then. Don't forget to keep me updated on Li Bingqing's movements."
Deng Yihan naturally agreed.
"Oh, right. Li Bingqing met with a general from Nanyang today!"
"It seems this girl has considerable ambition."
Anything associated with the title of "General" was not to be trifled with. Although Song Qiao was unsure of the general's background, the title alone suggested immense power. Li Bingqing's every move was worth observing, which was crucial for Song Qiao.
"I know."
"If anything seems off on your end, don't act rashly. Inform me first."
The call ended. Later that evening, Song Qiao took Gao Meng to the airport to pick up another expert.