Inside one of the most attractive four seasons hotels of Ji Tian City, all the servants were gathered in its biggest hall while their head servant was dropping his orders here and there seriously.
"Those decorations must be changed just the way Mr. Huang has ordered, red must be the most dominant color here." he walked between them and added, "When the guest comes, all we need is to bring food and play jazz music. No extra acts!"
"Understood!"
All the servants started working fast as if their lives depended on it. The head servant looked left and right. After making sure that things were going the way he wanted, he headed toward the director's bureau.
"Mr. Huang, everything will be ready in no time. When the guest will be here, there is no way he wouldn't be fascinated by the decorations…"
Mr. Huang was facing him with the back of his chair as he said "You are a hard-working man, you need to have a good promotion for sure."
The chief of servants nodded at him as he smiled, "Thank you so much for such an accomplishment, Mr. Huang."
Huang Feng Mian was silent for a long while before he finally said, "He'll be here in 15 minutes. You know this right? He is so exact about the timing."
"Everything will be ready after six minutes. The lunch was already prepared and the outside decorations were changed just the way you wanted."
Mr. Huang didn't turn around to face him, he only gave him a sign with his hand to go and requested, "Get back to work now, when the security men welcome him, don't forget to tell me."
"Understood." The head servant nodded at him and then left the room.
After those fifteen minutes had passed, one of the security men saw a black BMW X7 rolling slowly through the big entrance, so he hurried to tell Mr. Huang.
Qian Deming's guard came out of it and opened the back door for him in full respect, after that he opened the other door for Shen Yuan who was holding an old European wooden box between his hands. Three black-clothed servants received Qian Deming cheerfully before Mr. Huang welcomed him personally.
"Mr. Qian, we finally got the honor to welcome you to our humble hotel."
Qian Deming shook hands with him and smiled gently. He said in full respect, "Oh please, being welcomed personally by you is the greatest honor"
Mr. Huang laughed and said, "I can't help but feel speechless facing this stream of respectful words. Let me take you for a little tour around here before we get to have our lunch"
Qian Deming maintained a gentle smile as he walked shoulder-to-shoulder with him. After 40 minutes of tourism, Qian Deming finally got the chance to stay head-to-head with that man.
"Why did you have such trouble, Mr. Huang?" Qian Deming said as a servant put the last dish in front of him.
"No need for such formalities, Mr. Qian. We're partners. This is the fewest thing I can do to show you my affection." Mr. Huang said.
Qian Deming put his hand in front of his mouth and smiled gently at him, "Thank you so much, Mr. Huang." He tasted the soup slowly and declared, "I like the taste. Tell me, is this the soup of the day? Your cookers are so talented, as I know it's a quite hard dish to make"
Huang Feng Mian smiled at him and said, "As expected from Mr. Qian Zhou's son. Your taste is so great indeed." he smiled and added, "I'll be sure to tell our cookers that you loved it, they'll be so praised"
They got silent for a while before Mr. Huang put down his spoon and smiled at him anew, "So, how do your working relations proceed with Mr. Abraham?"
Qian Deming wiped his mouth with a white towel and said in a calm tone, "You can say that things are going well with him. However, he still doesn't want to join hands, but in general, things are going well." Qian Deming took his fork and started playing with the food on his plate. He narrowed his eyes and said, "He is so stone-headed and cautious."
"Too cautious indeed." Mr. Huang said in full understanding, "It's okay. You can still play with him a little more, I trust your skills. He'll join hands with us in no time…"
Qian Deming smiled hypocritically, "I'll do my best."
Mr. Huang took a little sip from his drink and said, "By the way, Do you have any remarks about the hall?"
Qian Deming munched on a slice of fried meat as he nodded, "Mn, I was about to ask you about them." he swallowed the delicious meat and said, "I didn't expect you to know that my favorite color is red."
Huang Feng Mian leaned against his chair comfortably and said, "Why can't I know?" he took a red bourbon cup between his hands and started watching its seductive color, "...After all, knowing everything about our closest allies is a priority."
Qian Deming understood the hidden meaning between his perfumed words. So he faked a gentle smile and said, "I truly appreciate this." He waved at Shen Yuan who was standing behind him this whole time while holding that wooden small box and said, "I also brought you something. After all, it would be such a shameless act if I didn't bring you a gift after visiting you today."
Shen Yuan stood in front of the man coldly and opened the box for him. Huang Feng Mian declared cheerfully after seeing what was inside it, "That's a quite good one. It looks so luxurious"
Qian Deming smiled, "It's a historical cut diamond bottle of perfume. I knew that you like fragrance judging by the multiple beautiful aromas I smelled in your house during my last visit, so I thought that giving you such a beautiful bottle would help." He leaned against the table and smiled in fake gentleness, "I'm so happy that it is to your liking…"
Mr. Huang took it between his hands as he watched it for a long while. He smiled at the man on the other side of the table and said, "You're quite smart for knowing such things this fast"
"not to that extent tho," Qian Deming took a little sip from his drink and added, "It was just a little assumption and it turned out to be right." He stood up and adjusted his lounge jacket and said, "So I hope you have a great day. I must take my leave right now. I still have some responsibilities ahead of me. "
Shen Yuan placed the opened box aside and walked back to his master.
Huang Feng Mian stood up and said, "Uh, Mr. Qian. Can I have a little second before you go? There is still something I want to give you"
Qian Deming smiled cunningly without anyone's notice and asked, facing him with his back, "Oh, sure, with my pleasure."
Mr. Huang summoned two black-dressed men. They put two briefcases on the table and opened them.
They were full of money.
Shen Yuan frowned instantly. He wanted to take out his hidden gun. However, Qian Deming gave him a little touch on his hand and walked to the table. He extended his soft white hand to the money inside them and caressed it.
"That's more than ten million Yuan in each one…" he smiled at it and added, "Can I know why you are showing me such a sort of gratitude for no reason Mr. Huang?"
Huang Feng Mian stood next to him and said, "I want to strengthen our relations even more…" He watched the briefcases coldly as he added, "I want you to keep my deals away from the police. Today two policemen came to my bureau and started asking me many questions, the thing that made me suspect that someone is trying to mess around with me." he placed his hand next to Qian Deming's and added, "I'm giving you this money just as a way from me to thank you. Those are 12 million in each one.
Qian Deming smiled cunningly under his black hair. He was silent for a long while before he put his hand on his shoulder and surprised him with a welcoming expression, "I'm so happy that you trusted me with this… I'll be sure to talk to the chief tonight. No worries." he patted his shoulder gently and walked away.
When Qian Deming entered the car. He revealed a loathing expression and extended his hand to Shen Yuan as he asked, "Do you have a hand sanitizer? I touched that manwhore's shoulder."
Shen Yuan took out a little bottle and gave it to him.
They were silent for a long while before he mumbled hesitatingly, "Master…"
"The money is fake? Is this why you wanted to shoot him and ruin everything in one second?"
Shen Yuan felt the hidden rage in his words, so he looked down and said in full regret. "I'm sorry. I wasn't able to control myself. I was truly enraged."
"Next time don't do something without taking my permission."
Shen Yuan nodded silently.
Qian Deming opened the black briefcase and took out some money from it. He started playing with it as he said arrogantly, "Look at this mural, Even if they're fake, they still have their good smell… How pleasurable." he took out his smartphone and made a call.
"Did he fall for it" Mr. Abraham's voice came from the other link.
Qian Deming puffed a sarcastic laugh as he said, "I'm so impressed, your men's skills are outstanding." he leaned comfortably against the car chair and added, "He believed that they were policemen, Hahaha… Imagine that he gave me more than 24 million just to keep him safe from the police."
"I told you that tricking him is like drinking water."
They were silent for a long while before Qian Deming said hoarsely, "Alright, Mr. Abraham, we can talk later. I'll save the money, so just rest assured."
Mr. Abraham was crossing his legs on a desk where two cups of wine were placed. A fair hand with long red nails was caressing his neck gently. He laughed loudly as he said, "You're truly just like your father! To be honest, when he was alive, I envied him for having a smart son like you!"
Upon hearing his words, Qian Deming's face changed to the worst instantly. His smile faded and his expression darkened. It was as if Mr. Abraham's words brought him a bad memory. So he gathered his hand into a strong fist. Shen Yuan felt him immediately, so he grabbed the phone from between his hands and shook his head at him. Qian Deming didn't bother to fake any other expressions as he said in an expressionless voice, "Alright, thank you so much for your words. I must go now. Mr. Abraham."
"Okay, have a good…"
Beep beep…
Shen Yuan didn't wait for the man to complete his words and cut the line. He put the phone inside his inner suit's pocket and said in a tone full of feelings, "Master. I can't let you suffer excessively."
Qian Deming's darkened expression didn't wear off this time. He pushed away Shen Yuan's hand as he said, "Never bother again. That's the way I want it to be… The more I'm hurt the bitter the poison I'm making them gets." he looked at the driver through the mirror and ordered, "Take me to the hospital, Liu Yie."
Liu Yie nodded, "understood"
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After Qian Deming reached the hospital, he ordered Shen Yuan to go with Liu Yie to hide that money. He walked silently inside a quiet white room and stood next to the bed of an old man who was sleeping soundly. Although his face was showing signs of life, his black eyelashes were closed calmly.
Qian Deming's features relaxed as he extended his hand toward his face and touched it gently. He dragged the chair that was behind him and sat next to the unconscious man and started talking in a soft voice, "Father… I'm sorry for being late today. I know how much you hate it, but I was a little busy." He was silent for a long while before he placed his father's hand between his jade-like ones. "Father, aren't you planning to wake up yet?" he started looking down sadly as he said, "I missed you a lot and I have many things to tell you…"
"Those people are getting worse… They don't care about anything but money and power."
"Father, justice is no longer fair… Even the ones who must get the wronged's right back are hiding it away from him. People are getting killed every day, and no one cares… father… This world needs to be changed…"
Qian Deming's voice was getting hateful with every word he was spatting. The picture of Ye Xiao Xie flashed through his mind just for him to add, "When I'll set my bird free, I'll liberate this whole world from all those greedy bellies as well. Father, I'll be going back to America…"
He caressed his father's hand and asked, "If you ever wake up again, promise me that you wouldn't hate me for it… I know that that's not the way you would like your son to be, but that's the way this world needs me to be…"
He was silent for a long while before he finally stood up and put his forehead against his father's and said, "I'm going now. I'll visit you again tomorrow, that's a promise, Father." he walked out of the room as he closed the door behind him.
When he got out of the hospital, it was already 3:00 pm, so He stopped at a Taxi.
"Where should I take you, sir?"
Qian Deming took out his glasses from his inner pocket and wore them along with a warm smile, "Take me to the police station, please."
The driver watched his face for a long while before he smiled gently, "Alright, sir." Before he rolled away, he looked at a blood-stained saber under the seat next to him and said under his breath with a cunning look in his eyes, "I'll take you there in no time."
To be continued…