"Is it really him? I heard the guy loves hanging out in bars."
Jiang Cheng knew the story was 100 % true, but he played dumb and replied to Qin Fen: "That Wen Ang from yesterday? Confirmed?"
Qin Fen bounced back almost instantly, voice bright and cheerful.
"Him, no doubt. My people triple-checked—even got the medical report. Word is he's ruined. Haha, I'm quietly leaking it now; once this hits the Shanghai circle it'll explode. By tomorrow everyone will know."
Jiang Cheng couldn't help sending Qin Fen a huge thumbs-up for being so wicked.
"Truly worthy of Brother Qin—those moves are epic."
After they finished chatting Jiang Cheng handed their conversation to An Xin.
An Xin took the phone, skimmed the messages, and chuckled softly. "Didn't expect that—he's the only son; things just got messy."
Jiang Cheng was rather surprised to hear it.
Wen Ang's family isn't weak, and since he's the sole heir yet still arranged to marry into An Xin's, it shows her own background is solid.
After all, everyone knows An Xin has a daughter.
Jiang Cheng had never looked into An Xin's specifics.
So far his relationship with her had stayed pretty straightforward.
Why pry without cause?
Besides, Jiang Cheng is a decent man—decent men don't make the first move until the other party does.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the ringing wechat voice call and reopened his phone.
He saw Qin Fen had already posted the news in their small group.
The bombshell instantly blew the chat up.
Chen Hao: "Reproductive department?? Don't tell me someone's pregnant?"
Qin Fen: "Who goes to reproductive for pregnancy—that's OB-GYN!" Qi Yuan: "Damn, could it be little-bird poisoning?"
Wang Zheng: "Pus, bro. I asked around—guy's famous for never wearing a raincoat; Girls are terrified of him."
Wang Congcong: "@Qi Yuan, I admire dudes who skip umbrellas."
Chen Hao: "Checked last night—his family's industry is kinda similar to mine."
Qi Yuan: "@Wang Congcong, don't joke—that one time I was just inexperienced, but lucky me, all good Girls."
Qin Fen: "Aren't they in steel? Your family digs coal—how's that the same?"
Chen Hao: "Close enough, both need digging. Heard they're bidding on a special project—if they land it, ten-billion-plus profit."
Wang Zheng: "What project? Didn't dig that far, but steel margins are wild."
Qin Fen: "@Chen Hao, you thinking of jumping in? Could we grab a slice?"
Wang Congcong: "@Qin Fen, always 'grab.' Different industries—won't be easy."
Reading Chen Hao's share, Jiang Cheng felt a spark; right then the System chimed.
"Ding! Detecting Host's interest—rewarding one secret commercial intel."
Jiang Cheng's eyes went wide at the sudden popup.
Holy crap—System's awesome!
Though he and Wen Ang had issues, it hadn't reached life-or-death.
After all, this is civilized society—old bad habits should stay buried.
And this isn't overseas.
Even a Security Team with real strength has to tread carefully.
You can't just knife everyone you dislike.
Society has its rules.
Last time he'd ended Hao Liang outright because Hao Liang struck first; Jiang Cheng's counter protected his own stake.
So on that score he hadn't broken the rule.
But if you stab people over small spats, would society still tolerate you?
Reality isn't a novel—if Jiang Cheng really acted that way…
Would Wang Congcong and Qin Fen keep close ties with him?
Each of them wields power behind the scenes—who'd walk alongside a tiger ready to rip their throat?
Not just them; no major clan would let such a man stay in society.
So rules aren't meant for breaking—they're the tacit agreement leash everyone accepts.
Only then can profit pull people together and forge solid cooperation.
Jiang Cheng glanced at the System prompt, a smile tugging at his lips.
But trade secrets are different—market economy, fair competition.
He typed in the group: "Never touched the sector, but I'm quite interested."
Chen Hao: "Old Jiang, kindred spirits—share any trade secrets."
Jiang Cheng: "Kindred, no; secrets, maybe."
Chen Hao's meaning was clear: he coveted Wen Ang's family project.
The reason he shared was probably his own clan couldn't swallow the order alone.
Otherwise no one spills before the dust settles… Jiang Cheng felt the same—snatching the order needed more than System intel; connections and negotiations were vital. His current strength wasn't enough to grab a ten-billion order straight from Wen Ang's group.
To sign such a deal you first need a matching company, all permits and paperwork, plus reliable people to negotiate.
As Wang Congcong said, different industries—this isn't the Security Team's turf…