My Ares Son-in-Law

As Zhao Liangren spoke, he handed the phone back to Xiao Chen, his eyes revealing a hint of curiosity and anticipation, and he was eager to know what Xiao Chen would ask next.

Xiao Chen turned his head slightly, looking at Elder Xue and his disciple Qingsong beside him, his expression became serious, and he said, "Please both of you step aside for a moment. The following words involve some private matters, so it's not convenient for you to listen to them."

When Xiao Chen spoke, his tone was firm and his eyes revealed an unquestionable majesty that made it impossible to refuse.

When Elder Xue heard what Xiao Chen said, a sneer appeared on his face, and that smile was filled with sarcasm and disdain: "Hmph, okay, I'll go out first, you guys chat slowly." As Elder Xue spoke, he shook his head slightly, turned around and walked out with his apprentice Qingsong.

Qingsong followed behind Xue Lao, with a hint of unwillingness and curiosity in his eyes, but he did not dare to disobey and could only follow him obediently.

The door of the ward slowly closed, isolating Master Xue and his disciples outside. The atmosphere in the ward instantly became solemn, and everyone's eyes were once again focused on Xiao Chen, as if waiting for him to uncover the next mysterious puzzle and see what amazing plans he had.

Xue Lao's figure slowly disappeared outside the door. As he left, the atmosphere in the room seemed to lose a bit of solemnity, while a different kind of tension quietly grew.

Xiao Chen walked slowly, with an innate strong aura around him. He sat down on the sofa with his arms and legs stretched out. The leather surface of the sofa was slightly dented by his weight, making a slight sound.

His eyes were as calm as water, yet seemed to contain endless deep meaning. He looked at Mr. Zhao leisurely, opened his thin lips slightly, and spoke in a low but clear voice: "I plan to give your Zhao family a huge fortune. It depends on whether you have the courage to reach out and grab it."

"Give our Zhao family wealth and honor?" When Mr. Zhao heard this, he seemed to be frozen. The expression on his face froze instantly, and his originally calm look was instantly replaced by astonishment.

His brows were knitted together, his eyes were full of suspicion and confusion, and he wondered in his heart, is this Xiao Chen crazy? In this complicated Haidong business world, although the Zhao family is also well-known, he found it hard to believe such a sudden and absurd "wealth" rhetoric.

The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth slightly raised, revealing an unfathomable smile. That smile seemed to know everything, yet it was unpredictable.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the back of the sofa, and continued slowly: "I plan to bring down the Aramco Group, but the aftermath is quite tricky. The Aramco Group is huge, and once it collapses, a large number of employees will lose their jobs, and the entire Haidong economy will suffer a heavy blow and fall into turmoil."

His tone was steady, without any ripples, as if he was not talking about a business giant that could shake up the entire regional economy, but rather an ordinary trivial matter.

"I don't like chaotic and disorderly situations. I hope everything can transition smoothly. So, after the Amei Group falls, I hope your Zhao family can participate in the division. As for how much you can get, it depends on your performance during this period."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, fixed tightly on Zhao Liangren. There was an unquestionable command in his eyes, but also a hint of temptation, as if urging Zhao Liangren to make a decision as soon as possible.

Zhao Liangren heard this, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he regained his businessman's shrewdness and caution. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles slightly whitened due to the force, and after a moment of silence, his voice trembled slightly but he tried his best to remain calm: "You said to overthrow, how to do it? That's the Amei Group! Whether in terms of military force or economic strength, our eight powerful people combined can hardly compare to it. What's more, at least three of the eight powerful people are secretly colluding with the Amei Group and working together as a traitor."

His words showed both awe for Aramco Group's strength and deep doubts about Xiao Chen's plan.

Xiao Chen just smiled gently, and that smile revealed full confidence and determination, as if everything was under control.

He waved his hand, his tone relaxed but unquestionable: "You don't have to worry about these, I have my own way. In this process, you just need to follow my instructions." His eyes were firm, and there was an irresistible power in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Liangren.

When Mr. Zhao heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole body seemed to be under a spell. He froze in place and remained silent for a long time.

His heart was in turmoil. On the one hand, Xiao Chen offered him a huge temptation to participate in the division of the Ami Group, which would mean that the Zhao family would have unprecedented development opportunities. On the other hand, his deep fear of the Ami Group made him hesitate. If he was not careful, the Zhao family would be doomed.

Zhao Chunhua, who had been standing aside and listening quietly, suddenly changed his expression, as if struck by thunder.

She took a step forward hastily, waving her hands, and said in a hurried and sharp voice: "You are simply crazy! The Amei Group has a deep foundation. It is not easy to bring it down. If the operation fails, they will retaliate wildly. None of us can bear it!"

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her eyes were full of fear and despair, as if she had already seen the horrific scene of Ami Group's crazy counterattack.

“What’s more, Aramco Group is backed by the Black Hawk Company. The Black Hawk Company is a company that can be compared with the four holy places in our country!” Zhao Chunhua became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice almost out of control, his body trembling slightly, as if he was frightened by the horrific consequences he described.

When Xiao Chen heard Zhao Chunhua mention Black Hawk, a fleeting scorn flashed across his face, as if he was mocking the other party's cowardice. He lazily leaned on the sofa, tapping his fingers casually on the armrest, making a rhythmic sound, which was in sharp contrast to the tense and depressing atmosphere in the room.

"You don't have to worry about the Black Hawk Company, and you don't have to worry about retaliation." His voice was low and mellow, like the long ringing of an ancient bell, slowly echoing in the silent room. Every word was like a reassurance, yet carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.

"If your Zhao family can't even defeat the already crippled Amei Group, I think you'd better not join my plan to divide it up. You don't deserve it!" When he said the last few words, he sat up slightly, his eyes like torches, shooting straight at Zhao Liangren. That look seemed to be able to penetrate all disguises and see through the fear and struggle deep in his heart.

When Mr. Zhao heard this, his face instantly turned dark, and veins popped out on his forehead like angry little snakes. He subconsciously clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white due to the force, and his joints trembled slightly.

He stood up slowly, his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step was extremely difficult. He paced back and forth in the room, and the solid wood floor made a dull "creaking" sound under his feet, as if it was also sighing for his inner entanglement. (End of this chapter)