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Chapter 6: A Terrifying Maneuver
Zeng Jie looked puzzled. “Master Chen, what’s going on here?”
Chen Hong’s voice trembled with excitement. “I used to frequent Ninghai Restaurant, but it wasn’t just for the food. For years, my family—the Chen family—has been searching for someone. This person showed great kindness to my grandfather. He’s always wanted to find them, even vowing that whoever locates them will become the next head of the Chen family!”
Zeng Jie was stunned. If Chen Hong really became the Chen family’s leader, it would be a huge boon for the Zengs. Chen Hong had always pushed for cooperation with the Zengs; their bond was far closer than with other Chen family members.
“Master Chen, who is this person you’re looking for? The Zeng family can help,” Zeng Jie said, pounding his chest.
Chen Hong’s tone grew grave. “All these years, my only lead is that the Ninghai Liu family has ties to this benefactor. I’ve long heard that Ninghai Restaurant’s most luxurious private room is never open to the public—it’s reserved for this benefactor. I’ve tried probing for clues here before, but the Liu family had none. Now that someone’s in that room… they might be connected to my grandfather’s benefactor.”
Zeng Jie smiled. “Simple enough. Let’s just go pay our respects.”
Chen Hong’s heart raced. If he found this person, he’d be the Chen family’s next head. “Right, we should. But we must be respectful.”
…
Inside the room, Zhou Tian and Zhou Xue continued their meal. Zhou Xue had effectively turned into a food streamer, making her viewers salivate. Her audience had surged—from a usual few hundred to several thousand, all eager to glimpse a meal worth hundreds of thousands.
A knock sounded. Liu Han frowned, gesturing for a waiter to open the door.
When he saw Zeng Jie, his brow creased. “It’s you?”
Chen Hong stepped forward, extending a hand with a friendly smile. “Mr. Liu, long time no see.”
Liu Han, noticing Chen Hong, stiffened. He hadn’t expected the Beijing Chen scion to tag along. He quickly shook Chen Hong’s hand. “Master Chen, indeed it has been. May I ask why you’re here?”
Chen Hong smiled. “No need for suspicion, Mr. Liu. We simply wish to pay our respects to the guests inside. You know I’ve been searching for them these past years.”
Liu Han nodded. He’d known of Chen Hong’s previous inquiries.
Zhou Tian, 筷子未停，had caught every word at the door, despite their hushed tones. “Speak your business inside,” he said.
Chen Hong’s face lit up. Entering the room, he studied Zhou Tian, shocked—this man looked identical to the portrait of his grandfather’s benefactor. He must be the descendant.
“Sir, are you a descendant of Senior Zhou?”
Zhou Tian didn’t answer. Instead, he turned. “Who are you?”
Chen Hong hurried to reply, “I’m from the Beijing Chen family. My grandfather is Chen Shiquan.”
The livestream chat erupted at the sight of the newcomers:
“He looks familiar—have I seen him online?”
“You fool! That’s the Beijing Chen family—hundreds of billions in assets. That’s Chen Hong, I’ve seen him in news. No doubt.”
“Whoa! Little Joy’s stream is blowing up. All these big shots—has she been playing dumb this whole time?”
“Or maybe her brother’s the one playing dumb, and even she doesn’t know?”
…
Zhou Xue, phone propped to show the room, ate quietly, glancing at comments now and then.
At Chen Hong’s words, Zhou Tian paused, recalling. Years ago, he’d met a boy named Chen Shiquan, no more than ten. Taking pity, he’d offered a few words of advice. How time flew.
“How is your grandfather faring?” he asked.
Chen Hong’s brow furrowed. “Not well. His days are numbered. His lifelong wish is to see Senior Zhou one last time.”
Zhou Tian’s voice was flat. “Tell him I won’t see him. This matter ends here.”
Centuries of life had numbed him to mortality. In five thousand years, he’d known countless souls—if he attended every deathbed, he’d never rest.
Chen Hong panicked. Without finding this person, the family head position slipped away. “Sir, my grandfather only wants a moment with Senior Zhou. Name any condition—I’ll meet it.”
Zhou Tian’s brow tightened. He’d made himself clear. This persistence irked him. “I’ve said enough. Leave.”
Chen Hong’s jaw clenched, anger simmering, but he dared not show it. He wracked his brain for a way forward.
Zeng Jie, however, was short-tempered—spoiled, unaccustomed to defiance from a man his age. He stepped up, sneering, “Master Chen, why waste words? Drag him out and make him talk. A little force, and he’ll fold.”
Zhou Tian’s gaze turned icy. With a flick of his right hand, an invisible force surged—swift as lightning.
“Silence!”
Zeng Jie, caught off guard, was sent flying out the door, spitting blood, unconscious.
Onlookers froze. No one had seen Zhou Tian move.
The livestream chat went wild, viewers screaming “insane!” as numbers spiked.
“Sir, you…?” Chen Hong swallowed, cold sweat beading his forehead. If he’d snapped, he’d be the one on the floor.
Liu Han, too, was shocked. For a young man, Zhou Tian’s skill was extraordinary—truly worthy of being the senior’s descendant.
Zhou Tian’s voice turned colder. “I said no. No more words.”
Chen Hong stood, trapped—leave, or stay and risk worse? He lingered, awkward.
Liu Han’s phone rang. Answering, he learned his father had arrived. Hurrying out to greet him.
An old man, leaning on a cane, was helped in by a secretary. Hotel guards recognized him instantly—Liu Ji, founder of Ninghai Restaurant. They bowed deeply, deferential.
But Liu Ji’s eyes were fixed on the restaurant interior. He needed to confirm—was this the person he’d waited decades for?
Entering the private room, his gaze fell on Zhou Tian’s profile as he ate. Tears spilled. He dropped to his knees.
“Uncle Zhou! I’ve… I’ve finally seen you again!”
The kneel left Liu Han speechless, Chen Hong’s lips twitching.
Livestream chat: ………
