The time of the city

Chapter 152 How to deal with you?

"Is my godfather asleep?" Wu Kang held the USB drive between his fingers and shook it continuously, with a smug smile on his face.

The servant replied respectfully, "In the study."

"Okay." Wu Kang quickly ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. He couldn't wait to have Qiao Zhengrong praise him.

"Come in!" Qiao Zhengrong seemed to have expected this. When Wu Kang approached the door, his powerful voice came immediately.

"Godfather, I thought Ni Jiamu was so capable, but we got it easily." He proudly threw the USB drive in an arc in the air and caught it steadily.

"Song Fei is quite capable, but she won't easily give you all the information. She must be holding something back. Find an opportunity to test her tomorrow."

Wu Kang slapped his head. He was so happy that he hadn't thought of it. "So should we open the factory now?"

"Of course," Qiao Zhengrong's eyes gleamed. "We don't have much time. Ni's official launch of this device is at 10 a.m. on April 5th, so we'll go at 9 a.m."

"By the way, in the name of A Feng, if he doesn't make progress, I will force him."

Wu Kang looked at the old man's cunning smile in front of him and felt a chill in his heart. He stole all the secrets of the cooperation between Ni and Lin, but put the blame on Nan Feng.

He wanted to make Nan Feng become the same person as him. In this way, not only would the Qiao family become enemies with the Lin family and the Ni family, but Mo Yu, as a member of the Ni family, would also hate Nan Feng who would do anything for profit. Qiao Zhengrong really played a good game.

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It was four in the morning, and Song Fei was still wide awake. Ni Jiamu's expression frightened her. She even suspected he'd already seen everything. Otherwise, why would the computer be on when she entered the office? All the documents were spread out on the desk, as if waiting for her to steal them.

But Song Fei tried to convince herself that maybe he cared too much about Mo Yu and was careless. Ni Jiamu was not a god, so how could he have anticipated this?

She had to get through the darkness, because dawn would be here soon. She wanted to fall asleep quickly, because tomorrow was the weekend, and she had to go to the gallery to find Xiao Hecheng and show him her paintings.

In Europe, Nan Feng leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hair angrily. Looking at the wine in front of him, he became furious.

He has been here for several days and has been staying at the manor, drinking wine and eating grapes every day. He is about to vomit, but he has not seen the person in charge yet.

"What's your name? Can you give me my phone? I want to call grandpa."

"Master, my name is Zhao Qiang. Your cell phone isn't with me. I'm only responsible for staying by your side, taking care of your food, clothing, and shelter, and assisting you in inspecting the estate." And also, keeping an eye on you to prevent you from escaping. Of course, he didn't dare say the latter part.

"Tell grandpa that I want to go back home." Anger flashed in Nan Feng's peach blossom eyes. He stood up from the chair and was a head taller than Zhao Qiang. The huge sense of oppression made Zhao Qiang tremble as he spoke.

"Master...Master, I..."

Nan Feng looked at the man in front of him, whose face was red but he couldn't say anything. He waved his hand and said, "Get lost."

Zhao Qiang left with a sense of relief and walked to a corner where no one was. He called Wu Kang and the call was connected after a few seconds of ringing.

"Do you know what time it is back home? Tell me what's going on."

"Mr. Wu, Young Master Qiao has become suspicious and wants to return home."

"Sure, you can come to the hospital to collect your father's body tomorrow."

Wu Kang was smiling when he spoke, but it made Zhao Qiang's heart feel like it was cracked and filled with coldness. "Mr. Wu, please don't. I will take good care of the young master."

"Thank you for your hard work." Then the call was hung up.

Zhao Qiang turned around and glanced at Nan Feng who was sitting on a chair not far away. He was wearing a black shirt with his collar open, holding a photo and staring at it. His cold eyes seemed to be looking for something through the photo.

At that moment, Zhao Qiang felt that Nan Feng was just as pitiful as he was. Although he had reached a height that others could hardly reach and enjoyed endless wealth, he couldn't even decide what he wanted to do. Zhao Qiang sighed and left.

At dawn, Song Fei got up, put on some light makeup, picked up the painting on the table and went downstairs. As soon as she opened the door, she ran into Ni Jiamu who was returning from his morning run.

"Mr. Ni." Song Fei greeted him softly and turned sideways to let him in.

Ni Jiamu raised his head, his indifferent eyes penetrating the gaps between his hair. He glanced at her with disdain, then quickly looked away, as if he had seen something dirty.

This look hurt Song Fei's heart. She clenched her fists and walked forward quickly.

She held the painting tightly in her arms throughout the journey. This was a work she had studied privately for a long time before she could show it off. Xiao Hecheng liked Mo Yu because she could paint, so she could do the same.

Thinking of this, her steps became lighter. When she arrived at the gallery, before she even entered, the staff glanced at her and quickly looked away.

This made Song Fei very confused, because they had never looked at her like this before.

"Painter Xiao is not here, go back."

"Then where did he go? Can you tell me, or I can go up and wait for him."

"Really?" The staff member slammed the pen on the table. "Could you please stop bothering Painter Xiao? Go away."

"Sorry to bother you." Song Fei turned and left the gallery. After a few steps, she met Xiao Hecheng who got out of a taxi.

He has always been afraid of the cold, and now he is wearing a scarf, holding a stack of drawing paper in his hands, and smiling faintly at the driver.

"Crane City."

Hearing the voice, Xiao Hecheng's indifferent eyes met hers for a moment, and then he quickly looked away.

"Hecheng, I just went to the gallery to look for you, and they said you weren't there. I didn't expect to run into you here."

Xiao Hecheng said coldly, "Well, is there anything else? If not, I'll leave first."

"Crane City I"

"Miss Song, you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time." Wu Kang stuck his head out of the car window, with thin white smoke floating out of his mouth and a malicious smile in his eyes.

Xiao Hecheng also turned his head to look at the man in the car, but he didn't intend to ask about Song Fei's relationship with the man. When he was about to leave, the man said, "Is this Painter Xiao? I often see you on the Internet. Today I finally get to meet you in person. I'm really honored. Do you want to go for a few drinks? I have some..."

"Mr. Wu, didn't we agree to discuss business this afternoon? Why did you come to see me? Let's go to the company to discuss it in detail." Song Fei quickly opened the car door and got in, fearing that Wu Kang would say something.

"Then see you next time, Painter Xiao." Wu Kang waved his hand, smiled and drove out.

"I have already given you what you want. Why are you here?" Song Fei's eyes were wide with anger. She had finally managed to meet Xiao Hecheng, but she didn't expect that he would ruin everything.

"Miss Song, I'm not stupid. Are you sure you've given me everything?"

"That's all I found."

Wu Kang stared into Song Fei's eyes as if he could see through her. He slowly exhaled smoke and said, "Miss Song, do you really think I'm easy to fool? I still need to talk to Painter Xiao."

"I've already given you the things, believe it or not."

"Maybe we can tell Ni Jiamu. At worst, the Qiao family will lose some money, but what will happen to you? How will Ni Jiamu deal with you? I heard that Ni Jiamu has killed many people."

Wu Kang saw Song Fei's face turned pale and her body trembled, and thought to himself that just as Qiao Zhengrong said, she still had something to hand over.

He continued, "Two thugs in the United States tried to bully Mo Yu, and ended up having their hands chopped off and their tongues cut off. You stole Mo Yu's phone and used her to your advantage. Do you think he would chop off your hands for stealing things or..."

"I give you."