Wait... wait for what?
Won’t let anyone starve?
Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong were simply stunned, while Liao Jianli, upon hearing those words, seemed to have all his strength drained, collapsing onto the ground.
Yet Wang Ruixi said nothing more, merely sitting there, taking one drag of a cigarette after another.
The cigarette he smoked was of some unknown brand, but had a long filter, making the cigarette itself appear long.
When Wang Yaolong went to help Liao Jianli off the ground, Wang Feiyu and the younger folks still couldn’t quite comprehend what had happened, only feeling that this moment dragged on endlessly.
Finally, when Wang Ruixi finished his cigarette, the phone he had placed on the table began to vibrate.
"Got it."
Wang Ruixi answered the call, and after hearing something from the other end, he hung up and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, then stood up.
"Mr. Wang!"
As Wang Ruixi stood, Liao Jianli suddenly snapped back to reality, breaking free from Wang Yaolong’s support, and stumbled urgently to Wang Ruixi, his breath quickened.
"Mr. Wang, can, can you please, for the sake of our past acquaintances, give me one more chance... Please tell Mr. Zhou, I truly didn’t mean to offend him, I can meet any of his demands!"
Looking at the desperate Liao Jianli, Wang Ruixi was about to leave but suddenly remembered something and stopped in his tracks.
"In Yunan Province, didn’t Mr. Zhou give you a business card?"
"Yes, yes... Mr. Wang, just, just wait a moment!"
Liao Jianli was momentarily stunned, then he excitedly ran over to the main dining table, rummaging through his Hermes clutch, and after a brief moment, he found that rose-gold business card and hurried back to hand it to Wang Ruixi.
At that moment, Liao Jianli felt immensely grateful that every time he socialized outside, he didn’t know how many business cards he’d collect, most of which naturally ended up in the trash can.
Thankfully, Zhou Wang’s business card was made of extraordinary material, which he had carefully preserved and hadn’t lost.
Wang Ruixi took the card and glanced at it, mumbling to himself.
Such flashy style... Zhou really has changed.
Then, in the hopeful eyes of Liao Jianli, Wang Ruixi tucked the card into his pocket and said to him, "There might be a glimmer of hope, I’ll try to fight for you..."
Wang Ruixi only mentioned helping him, ignoring Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong, but it was enough to make Liao Jianli overjoyed.
"Oh, Mr. Wang, take care, take care..."
In Liao Jianli’s continuous polite farewells, Wang Ruixi disappeared at the restaurant entrance.
It was only then that Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong couldn’t hold back any longer... actually, they couldn’t hold back before either, the problem was they attempted to speak with Wang Ruixi, but he didn’t pay them any attention.
"Old Liao, what’s really going on?"
"Yeah, Mr. Liao, what exactly is Mr. Wang up to, even if it’s because of Mr. Zhou’s matter, there’s no need for all this mystery, right?"
Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong were indeed baffled, and somewhat displeased.
We know, Mr. Wang, you’re impressive, but there’s no need to treat us like we’re not here, right?
While comforting Lele, who had been slapped, Sisi couldn’t help but mutter, "Brother Liao, you really went too far, how could you hit a woman..."
Regarding Lele and Sisi, Liao Jianli simply sneered; now wasn’t the time to deal with them, but while looking at Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong, after giving it some thought, he decided to speak.
Actually, it didn’t make much difference, anyway, they’d soon find out...
Finally seeing reality, Liao Jianli was not an ordinary person; he was frighteningly calm at this moment.
"Ms. Cao, Mr. Wang, considering we’ve known each other, and our previous collaboration was relatively pleasant, I’m giving you one last piece of advice."
Liao Jianli seated himself at where Wang Ruixi had been, lit a cigarette for himself, and said indifferently, "The evidence of your previous projects and your collusion with the clients, while there’s still time, hurry and destroy whatever you can..."
"Old Liao, what do you mean?"
Cao Meijuan and Wang Yaolong’s expressions changed.
Before Liao Jianli could continue, their phones rang in succession.
Cao Meijuan saw the caller ID, that unique last number made her eyes narrow, and she quickly stepped aside to take the call.
"Hello, this is Cao Meijuan... wanting to talk with me? May I ask what it’s regarding..."
On the other side, Wang Yaolong was shouting incredulously into his phone:
"What did you say, the bank says we’re in violation, demanding immediate repayment? Are you crazy or am I, it’s damn seven in the evening, which bank is still open..."
Beside them, Qu Jie and Wang Feiyu stood by, staring blankly as their parents alternated between frantic and incredulous expressions during an endless series of seemingly foreboding calls, each one’s face growing more bewildered.
So what exactly... happened?
With their experience and age, they were destined never to discern the true nature of all this, but at that moment, a coincidental image of Zhou Wang’s grin upon leaving appeared in both their minds...
As Wang Yaolong and Cao Meijuan grew increasingly hysterical due to the string of bad news, Liao Jianli set his phone to silent mode, his gaze slowly scanned the western restaurant before him.
This high-end restaurant, costing over twenty million, still had music playing and waiters diligently tidying up, though the number of guests had visibly decreased.