Chapter 64

The Wangjiang Tower Teahouse, located in the southeastern corner of Xiayang City, is an ancient building by the river, as well as a high-end consumption venue. The cheapest bowl of tea here costs over a hundred yuan, making it a place that ordinary people cannot afford.

Han Sanqiang knew he had no right to negotiate with Wu Wenxiang, so he wisely stayed in the car. Qin Lang walked into the teahouse alone, and a beautiful waitress in a qipao led him to a private room on the second floor.

As Qin Lang ascended the stairs, the beautiful river scenery gradually unfolded before him, broadening his horizons and uplifting his spirit.

By the time he entered the private room where Wu Wenxiang was, Qin Lang had completely adjusted his emotions.

Since he had been pushed onto the path of the underworld by the old poisoner, Qin Lang had to walk it well.

Otherwise, he would surely be swallowed by the waves of the underworld and meet his end there.

Wu Wenxiang had arrived earlier, and the tea was already prepared. After the tea girl poured the tea, Wu Wenxiang waved her away.

"Little Qin, this is the finest early spring Longjing tea. Try it," Wu Wenxiang gestured invitingly.

Qin Lang, who did not have the habit of savoring tea, drank it in one gulp and then smiled, "The tea tastes good, but it's too little to quench my thirst."

"Little Qin, you have quite an appetite," Wu Wenxiang said with a double meaning, pouring another cup for Qin Lang himself. "If I hadn't inquired carefully, I wouldn't have known that Han Sanqiang and Man Niu are actually part of your gang."

"Mayor Wu, you say they are part of my gang?" Qin Lang feigned ignorance. "I'm just a high school student preparing for college. A bright future awaits me. Why would I get involved in the underworld? Mayor Wu, did you hear wrong?"

Over the years, Qin Lang had learned from the old poisoner and had a certain level of maturity. He understood some of the politicians' tactics. Wu Wenxiang's words were meant to let Qin Lang know his capabilities and instill a sense of fear. However, Qin Lang was not so easily intimidated.

"Little Qin, we can be considered acquaintances, so there's no need to beat around the bush. You should know that last night, I really helped you a lot. Otherwise, it would have been Han Sanqiang and Man Niu who ended up in jail, not Sang Kun. Moreover, the incident on Qingyun Mountain, I also took care of it for you," Wu Wenxiang said calmly, sipping his tea.

"Thank you, Mayor Wu, but—"

Qin Lang's tone changed, "If Han Sanqiang and Man Niu really committed crimes, they should go to jail. I don't care. As for Qingyun Mountain, those people were scoundrels who deserved their fate. What I did was just self-defense. Besides, many of them were bitten by snakes. What does it have to do with me? Mayor Wu, I think you're not being straightforward. Last night, you helped me, but you also helped yourself. I don't understand the rules of your political world, but I'm not blind. I can see that last night, you successfully suppressed your opponents and consolidated your position in Xiayang City. So, you are the biggest beneficiary, aren't you?"

A glint of admiration appeared in Wu Wenxiang's eyes. Qin Lang's words hit the mark. He didn't expect a high school student to have such sharp political insight. This kid was not to be underestimated.

But Wu Wenxiang didn't know that over the years, Qin Lang had learned more than just poison techniques from the old poisoner. He had also inherited some of the old poisoner's wisdom. In the old poisoner's view, politicians and businessmen were all profit-driven. Therefore, what Wu Wenxiang did last night was not just out of kindness to help Qin Lang.

"Little Qin, if you enter politics in the future, your prospects will definitely be greater than mine," Wu Wenxiang sighed, knowing that it would be difficult to gain any advantage in today's negotiation with this kid.

"Mayor Wu, I have no interest in that," Qin Lang replied coolly, then placed several contracts in front of Wu Wenxiang. "I know the police are currently clearing up Andesheng's assets. I don't want our company's assets to be affected."

Wu Wenxiang took the contracts and quickly saw through the scheme: "Oh, so Andesheng had already gone bankrupt, and his assets were already mortgaged to Jinlong Entertainment Co., Ltd.?"

Jinlong Entertainment Co., Ltd. was actually a shell company registered by Han Sanqiang years ago, originally intended for his future whitewashing. He didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Wu Wenxiang understood that Qin Lang's move was essentially a legal takeover of Andesheng's assets. However, he didn't point it out. Instead, he opened his small briefcase, took out two seals, and stamped them on the contracts.

Qin Lang took a look and saw that one of the stamps was the official seal of Andesheng Company, and the other was the seal of a notary office in Xiayang City. This made Qin Lang's contracts flawless.

"Brilliant! Truly a politician!" Qin Lang silently admired Wu Wenxiang's thoroughness, which was why he had reached his current position.

Wu Wenxiang tossed the seal of Andesheng Company to Qin Lang: "The contracts are signed, so this seal is no longer needed."

"Right, it's no longer needed," Qin Lang held the seal, clasped his hands, and rubbed it a few times. The seal immediately turned into fragments that fell from his palms and fingers.

A look of shock flashed across Wu Wenxiang's eyes. He thought, no wonder this kid could suppress people like Han Sanqiang and Man Niu; he must have real skills—this kid is not simple at all!

"Little Qin, you've got what you wanted. Now, will you take a look at my condition?" Wu Wenxiang seized the opportunity to make his request.

"Don't worry, I'm already prepared," Qin Lang handed a pill to Wu Wenxiang. "After taking it, you'll see immediate results. Not only will it clear the remaining toxins, but it will also enhance certain abilities. In the future, you won't need to take those miscellaneous drugs to boost your performance. This is to thank you for your help."

"This... This is really great, heh..." Wu Wenxiang was a politician, but he was also a man. After struggling to reach his current position and about to advance further, he was not willing to be a eunuch for life. He was particularly concerned about this aspect.

After taking the pill with tea, Wu Wenxiang vaguely felt that a certain part of his body seemed to regain "vitality," but he didn't forget another important matter: the compromising photos in Qin Lang's hands.

"I'll give you those photos later," Qin Lang refused Wu Wenxiang's request. "But don't worry, only I have seen them, and I won't spread them. Besides, if it weren't for me, your photos might have ended up in Andesheng's hands."

Wu Wenxiang was disappointed but didn't dare to pressure Qin Lang. "I was confused that day... I was confused..."

"Mayor Wu, you don't need to explain. I understand. You've been divorced from your wife for years, so it's normal to have such needs. Besides, it's possible that Andesheng drugged you and deliberately lured you into the trap," Qin Lang gave Wu Wenxiang a way out.

"Right! It must have been Andesheng!" Wu Wenxiang nodded in agreement, then showed a sincere expression. "Little Qin, if you need anything in Xiayang City in the future, just come to me. However, getting involved in the underworld is not a long-term solution—至少，不要让人抓住把柄，懂么？"

"Thank you for the advice, Mayor Wu," Qin Lang nodded solemnly and got up to leave.

After this pot of tea, the power dynamics of both the black and white worlds in Xiayang City underwent significant changes.