Chapter 51

Chapter 52: Offensive as Defense

Qiao Song and the other were both surprised: "Offensive as defense?"

Zhao Heng seemed to have anticipated their reaction, raised his head, and revealed a hint of killing intent: "Since we cannot compromise, cannot bow down, and cannot escape, we must confront this matter head-on, using any means necessary to help Qingguan reclaim his family's assets. With the Song family's wealth, we will have the backbone to stand straighter."

"Offense is the best defense!"

The fat Qiao agreed with Zhao Heng's words but quickly added, "But how do we start? We can't just escort Qingguan to the Song Group and announce that he is the legitimate heir. Without a strong backing, even if Qingguan goes, the upper echelons of the Song Group won't even glance at him, let alone hand over the assets."

The vassals are more powerful than the emperor, leaving the emperor without authority.

Qiao Yuncai touched his head, revealing a hint of helplessness, and added, "Going through legal channels is also fraught with difficulties. Everyone in Huahai knows that Song Qingguan is the legitimate heir, but the public security, procuratorate, and courts have long been bought off by Zhang Ningyan. Qingguan's inheritance is still in the queue, and it's unknown when the court will execute it."

Song Qingguan also sighed, "That's right, reclaiming the family's assets is too difficult."

In the end, they lacked the strength.

Zhao Heng picked up the Taigu cake that Qiao Yuncai had brought from Huaxi, took a bite, and pondered a strategy. Soon, an idea flashed through his mind. He stood up, looked at Song Qingguan, and clearly said, "Qingguan, transfer all the assets you are involved in to me, if you trust me."

The fat Qiao and Song Qingguan were initially slightly stunned, then each seemed to understand something.

Song Qingguan did not hesitate and said, "Brother Heng, of course I trust you. If you want it, take it." Although he didn't know what Zhao Heng intended to do with his assets, Song Qingguan trusted Zhao Heng more than himself, so he didn't even ask and immediately agreed, "We can go to the notary office today to handle the procedures."

"I oppose it."

The fat Qiao opened his eyes wide, as if seeing through Zhao Heng's intentions, and said, "Boss, your strategy of transferring is good, but it's very dangerous for you! Are you going to take all the risks and responsibilities onto yourself? This way, Song Qingguan will have no value to Zhang Ningyan and Song Shijie."

The fat Qiao exhaled a long breath, swallowed the bun in his hand, and added, "His risk will be minimized, but you will become their target. Qingguan might avoid a disaster, but you will maximize the conflict with the Qing Gang, and they will stop at nothing to tear you apart."

Song Qingguan also realized this, "That's right, boss, I can't let you take the risk."

"The Qing Gang is already out to get me, I'm not afraid of taking on a bit more risk."

Zhao Heng gently waved his hand and then replied, "I know my limits!" He then pulled the two closer and whispered to them. Soon, a look of surprise flashed across the fat Qiao's face, and he finally nodded, "Boss, I now support your plan. I back you, let's go to the notary office and get the procedures done."

Song Qingguan also chimed in, "Right! Let's get it notarized immediately."

The three were always very efficient in their actions. After hastily finishing their breakfast and familiarizing themselves with the procedures online, they put on hats and went to the notary office. Two days later, Song Qingguan officially transferred his assets to Zhao Heng on paper, making Zhao Heng the nominal controller of a 2 billion yuan inheritance. Of course, this was just on paper.

In reality, Zhao Heng had not seen a single cent of the Song family's money.

During these three days, Zhao Heng also went to the international student dormitory to find Du Ziyi, wanting to offer some care and support, but he didn't see her. Checking his phone, he found a message from Du Yaya, saying that Du Ziyi had ultimately given in to her mother's demands and returned home under the escort of Du family bodyguards to recuperate.

Zhao Heng didn't think much about it and focused on resolving Song Qingguan's issues. That afternoon, when the three finally completed the procedures and returned to the dormitory, they heard the radio playing happily. The fat Qiao and the others poked their heads out into the corridor, curious about the good news. Soon, they heard a commotion in the corridor.

The three glanced over and saw many senior students with smiling faces knocking on the doors of various dorm rooms, introducing themselves politely.

They were members of various associations, sent by the school to connect with the freshmen and engage in life exchanges, while also inviting the freshmen to join their associations. They also invited Zhao Heng and the others to visit the gym to see their achievements exhibition. The fat Qiao and Song Qingguan, bored in the dormitory, pulled Zhao Heng down.

The gym was packed with thousands of students.

Without a word, the fat Qiao headed towards the dance association, as there were the most beautiful girls there. Song Qingguan grabbed him and pointed to his figure, "Fatso, with your 200-pound figure, you still want to join the dance team? Are you making them look like fools or overestimating yourself?"

The fat Qiao scoffed at this, patted his bulging waist, and said, "What do you know? You can join these associations by paying money. I'm joining the dance association purely to meet girls, practicing dance is secondary. I'll also join the yoga team, swimming team, and golf team. I'm not short of money."

These associations were clearly where the beautiful girls gathered.

Song Qingguan was about to say something but was stopped by Zhao Heng. After the fat Qiao walked away, Zhao Heng smiled, "Let him go! It's good for him to face some setbacks. I forgot to tell him that these associations all require exams, and the coaches from each association will review the candidates. It's unlikely that the fat Qiao will get into the dance team."

Song Qingguan scanned the promotional flyer in his hand, and indeed, there were selection rules listed.

"Classmate, are you interested in joining our chess club?"

Just as Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan were looking around for interesting associations, a girl with a delicate appearance and a fringe appeared, handing them two flyers and saying, "The pace of life and study is too fast and stressful. We occasionally need to sit down and cultivate our minds."

Her voice was gentle, and her smile was bright, but her demeanor subtly conveyed a sense of superiority, making her promotional words sound emotionless. She then pointed to the chess club sign, "If you're interested, go over there. Someone will arrange your test for you."

Zhao Heng smiled, holding the flyer, "Playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting can all cultivate the mind. Why choose chess?"

The girl with the fringe frowned slightly, clearly not used to Zhao Heng's questioning. Other boys would immediately sign up for the test upon seeing her, but Zhao Heng was still being picky. She suppressed her displeasure and explained to Zhao Heng, "Playing the zither, calligraphy, and painting do cultivate the mind, but they take too much time."

"Chess is more convenient. Why don't you two give it a try?"

Song Qingguan was originally very interested in chess and was about to step forward but then remembered something. Zhao Heng had once defeated the elite of the chess club, Zhao Siqing, without mercy. Why should he join the chess club? Thinking of this, he handed the flyer back to the girl, "No, it's meaningless for Brother Heng."

"Meaningless? Do you know how to play chess?"

Hearing Song Qingguan's words, a hint of ridicule flashed across the girl's lips, but she quickly sneered, "Do you know who the honorary coach of the chess club is? It's Old Niu from the Huahai chess world, the principal of Huangpu College, who personally teaches. His 'Ruling the World' has an unbeaten record of 777 games on the official forum."

The girl with the fringe was extremely disdainful, "You find it meaningless?"

Huahai University is the pride of Huahai, receiving attention in terms of both benefits and policies. Huangpu College, on the other hand, is a small college with only a few thousand students, located in a non-local area, offering associate degrees. However, the principal is not an ordinary person, and it is an honor for the chess club to have him as a coach.

Thus, the girl with the fringe was slightly angry at Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan.

"Ruling the World?"

Song Qingguan tilted his head, "That's a good name. He hasn't lost... because he hasn't met Brother Heng."

In Song Qingguan's mind, the current Zhao Heng was like the revered Lu Sanqian, capable of anything!

The girl's face turned cold, "What do you mean?"

"Thank you, we'll go for the test."

Seeing the girl's dissatisfaction, Zhao Heng knew that women could hold grudges for a lifetime. He had already offended Ding Lingling, and if he offended this senior sister with the fringe, his life in Huahai would be difficult. Although he wasn't afraid of trouble, he didn't want to invite unnecessary trouble.

"Ignorant!"

The girl with the fringe huffed as she watched Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan leave, leaving a very bad impression of them. The Huahai University had 36 associations, and the chess club was one of the most elegant and wealthy, but also the most selective. She was angry and frustrated that these two showed such disdain.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, "I will find a chance to humiliate them!"

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