Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins

But looking at his own family—his daughter was certainly talented, but a daughter in the end, after all. "Hongjun, I know what you're worried about, but I think my judgment of people is pretty accurate," Mother Sun said. "Back then I chose you and not that Qin—Qin what was his name—that young master of the Qin family. His family was even better off than mine, but where is he now? You don't hear that name in Donghai anymore, do you? Why did I choose you over him? Part of it was that I loved you more, but the main reason was that I thought you had drive. And how are things now?"

"That's—heh heh—" When it came to the events of those years, Sun Lin felt an inexplicable surge of pride.

"So I think Yang Cenbin is a really fine boy," Mother Sun said. "If you don't believe me, I'll put my words on record here today: ten years at most, and he will surpass you."

"Ten years? Really?" Sun Lin was skeptical.

"That may even be giving him too long," Mother Sun shook her head. "If you don't believe it, just wait and see."

"Fine. There's no problem at all with this old man living another ten years, and I can run the Sun family's affairs for another ten years," Sun Lin said. "From now on, I won't say another word about it. I'll just watch—watch and see whether this Yang Ce can build something of his own within ten years."

"Heh heh, suit yourself." This time Mother Sun did not argue, because this was already enough. "When Yang Ce comes to our house for dinner tonight, be a little warmer to him."

"All right," Sun Lin nodded. "Have the third boy go buy some groceries in a bit and get things ready."

"That's my good boy." Mother Sun kissed Sun Lin on the cheek. "Tonight you'll get a reward."

"Haha!" Sun Lin laughed happily like a child.

In truth, Mother Sun had still greatly underestimated Yang Juehuan's strength. Yang Ce's achievements now had long since surpassed Sun Lin's a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

If Yang Ce's earlier special abilities had come purely by luck, then this operation against Jidon City had been entirely the fruit of Yang Duo's own efforts. Men like Li Qiang were elites he had trained with his own hands.

To be continued.

653. Wang Cheng'en's Scheme

A man's success is inseparable from hard work, but the important thing is that he must have luck.

It is a matter of timing and fate. It is like the rebels of old who made themselves emperor: in times of peace and prosperity, no matter how hard you strive, it is all for nothing. But when true chaos comes, perhaps even a straw-sandal seller or a beggar can become emperor.

Admittedly, Yang Ce's initial success came entirely from luck, but it was also inseparable from his righteousness. Had he not driven off those two petty thugs, Zhang Yuliang and Yellow Hair, the old man selling goods on the ground could never have given him a pair of magical glasses.

Had he not stood up for Fang Tian, he would never have learned the martial arts he now possessed. But luck alone is not enough for a man, and Yang Shuoxuan knew this. He trained hard at techniques with Fang Tian and began to build his own team.

With great power comes great responsibility. It may not sound pleasant, but it is truly the way things are. Sometimes you do not want to do a thing, but circumstances force your hand, and you truly have no choice but to do it.

Take the matter of Jidon City. Yang Ce had always held to the principle of not attacking unless attacked. If Guo Jinbiao had only reined himself in a little, Yang Ce truly would have had no intention of touching him.

Running into men like Li Qiang had been purely an accident. Yang Ce had not planned to assemble this super-force, but when things came to this point, Yang Shuoxuan took them all under his wing. Who would have thought it would actually come in handy.

For instance, Wang Cheng'en, whom he had met today—Yang Puqi had simply treated him as a joke and had no intention of doing anything to him. But some people simply do not know their place. If you do not trouble them, they take you for a soft persimmon and come to squeeze you.

Wang Cheng'en returned to his seat, sulking with a face full of resentment. Normally he was unstoppable—how many naive young girls had his silver tongue talked straight into his boss's bed?

"What happened?" Ouyang Junyuan could tell that Wang Cheng'en had hit a wall, and asked with a frown.

"Those two women won't bite. They have no interest in becoming stars," Wang Cheng'en said indignantly.

"Oh? In this day and age, there are still people who don't want to be famous? Everyone else is racking their brains to get into those Super Boy and Super Girl competitions," Ouyang Junyuan said, somewhat disbelieving.

"The key is that the man beside them is a real nuisance. He keeps interfering with their thinking, and he told me off with the most overbearing look on his face," Wang Cheng'en said, naturally pinning his failure on Yang Juehuan.

"They don't look like they have any money," Ouyang Junyuan said, sizing up Yang Puqi and his companions.

Because it was New Year, Sun Jie was not dressed so formally—she was in casual clothes from head to toe. And Yang Ce was an easygoing sort who would never wear a suit and tie, so he too was in a tracksuit.

Yang Xin was dressed even more unconventionally, a regular non-mainstream type; you could not tell the value of her clothes at all. As for Wu Yunsheng, to match Yang Xin's getup, it was really a bit unfair to his refined, scholarly looks—he too was dressed like a big boy from Yangon.

So in Ouyang Junyuan's eyes, he subconsciously took the four of them for college students.

"Boss Ouyang, don't worry. Leave this to me," Wang Cheng'en said, patting his chest. "This kind of thing has happened before. Weren't those two high school girls unwilling at first too? Heh heh. Once they'd filmed the porno, they were obedient enough."

"But those two men are right beside them. It won't be easy to make a move," Ouyang Junyuan said. He was no good bird either, and this was hardly the first or second time he had done such a thing. So what concerned him now was not whether this would cause any consequences, but how to make his move.

"That's easy enough," Wang Cheng'en said, a cunning glint in his eye as a dirty scheme came to him. "In a little while, I'll find a few men to go pick a fight with them. That way, once those two women are alone, we'll have our chance."

"Fine, let's do it that way," Ouyang Junyuan said carelessly, without the slightest regard for what consequences this might bring. Because he had no need to worry about consequences at all.

The Ouyang family of P Province was, without exaggeration, one of the top great clans in the country. They controlled the entire underworld of P Province, and it was said that Russia's Hawkeye Group—an organization of assassins—was secretly backed by the Ouyang family.

Although the Hawkeye Group was only a small organization in Russia and could not even rank among the world's names, one had to remember that these were assassins. Over the years, the Ouyang family's ability to unify the P Province underworld had been entirely thanks to the Hawkeye Group, which had assassinated every gang leader who would not submit to them.

And those gang leaders who were not assassinated were left trembling with fear, cowed beneath the Ouyang family's silver might. If these small gangs had joined forces and fought the Ouyang family head-on with real blades and guns, they might not necessarily have lost.

But the reality was nothing of the sort. Whenever a gang boss refused to submit, he was sure to die by foul means the very next day. Who could stand that? To preserve their lives, all of them bowed their heads and proclaimed themselves vassals to the Ouyang family.