The Underground Emperor: Starting with Running Away with His Sister-in-Law

President Guo also stared wide-eyed at the three people who entered the room, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Ding Xin, Huang Chunzhi, Zhang Yishuai.

That doesn't make sense. Why did the three of them get together?

Ding Xin ignored the complicated expressions on their faces, simply greeted them casually, and then sat down in the main seat on his own.

He even pulled Huang Chunzhi and Zhang Yishuai to sit down together, acting like a host.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, President Guo, President Yuan, there was a bit of traffic on the way. The traffic conditions in Garibong Cave are really terrible. Come on, let me introduce you to each other."

Ding Xin pointed to Huang Chunzhi and introduced him to the two of them, saying, "I don't need to say anything about this one, you should both know each other."

The two men had somber expressions and remained silent.

Ding Xin didn't care and instead pointed at Zhang Yishuai, saying, "This is Zhang, the head of the Yishuai faction in Jialifeng Cave."

After saying that, he introduced them to Zhang Yishuai: "President Yuan and President Guo, you know the famous Sanjiang Construction Company, right? These two are big bosses."

Zhang Yishuai was a little confused by this scene, but he nodded as if he had met her.

Actually, he was confused from the very beginning on his way here.

Ding Xin was completely bewildered as to when he and Huang Chunzhi got together, and he was also confused as to why he was specifically asked to bring out money.

Now that he has met these two so-called presidents of construction companies, he finally sees some clues. Could it be that the two of them brought him here to do big business?

A construction company? That's what real estate is all about!

This is great!

This is fucking amazing...

But... is this much money enough for me?

Besides, the atmosphere here is a bit off...

After a moment, he felt relieved. Anyway, he was now Ding Xin's subordinate, so he would just do whatever Ding Xin said.

"Have you ordered the food?" Ding Xin asked.

"We ordered it a long time ago, should we have him serve the food now?" President Guo quickly replied, snapping out of his daze.

As a middleman, his role is to facilitate transactions and liven up the atmosphere. It seems that this business deal is not going to go through, so he might as well finish eating quickly and find an excuse to leave.

"No rush, let me see the menu."

"Here, look."

President Guo stood up, walked around President Yuan, picked up the menu, and handed it over.

As Ding Xin reached out to take it, he subtly glanced at President Yuan.

This guy surnamed Yuan is pretty arrogant. He's had a cold face and hasn't said a word since I walked in. The menu is right next to him, but he hasn't touched it. Is he imitating a dead person?

Just as Ding Xin was looking through the menu, An Hemao walked in.

"Brother, everything has been arranged."

Ding Xin nodded, gesturing for him to sit next to Zhang Yishuai, and then continued flipping through the pages.

The entire private room fell silent for a moment; no one spoke, only the occasional rustling of papers turning...

Chapter 39 My rules are rules.

Snapped!

Ding Xin was too lazy to look at it and slammed the menu down in his hand: "An Hemao, go and ask the restaurant owner to come up here."

"yes, Sir."

Anhemao responded and hurried downstairs.

Not a moment later.

A series of footsteps approached, and Anhemao led a kind-looking, round-faced middle-aged man into the private room.

This man is the restaurant owner.

"President Ding, what can I do for you?" The restaurant owner asked with a bowed head and a forced smile.

"Do you have any turtles here?" Ding Xin asked.

"Yes, yes." The restaurant owner nodded immediately.

"Can you do it?" Ding Xin asked again.

Yes, but...

The restaurant owner paused, then hesitated, saying, "It's rather troublesome to do."

"How long will it take?" Ding Xin asked casually.

"About an hour."

The restaurant owner answered honestly.

"Not bad, go make two. Bring them over in small urns when they're done," Ding Xin instructed.

“Okay, President Ding.”

The restaurant owner nodded, then turned and left.

Ding Xin's conversation with the restaurant owner was brief and clear, and everyone present heard it clearly, though their expressions varied.

Hometown culture is prevalent on the South Korean Peninsula, and anyone with a little education can easily associate the characters for "turtle" and "urn" together.

Catching a turtle in a urn!

These four words immediately came to mind.

The expressions on the two presidents' faces kept changing, and a sense of sorrow crept into their hearts.

If I was still hoping for a lucky break before, I've completely given up on that idea now. All I can think about is how to get out unscathed. This time, it's truly a case of no pleasure whatsoever.

Ding Xin's meaning is very clear!

They were like two turtles about to be trapped in a jar; it was only a matter of time before they were devoured.

Huang Chunzhi sneered and glanced at President Guo and President Yuan opposite him.

President Ding is indeed a man of his word; he keeps his promises. He specifically mentioned wanting to eat two turtles, so it's obvious who he was referring to.

Zhang Yishuai had little expression. He knew little about turtles, only that eating them was very nutritious.

I've been going to President Ding's events quite a few times lately, and my back is a bit sore.

Yes, President Ding really understands him.

Ding Xin subtly observed everyone's expressions.

He chuckled and said lazily, "President Guo, President Yuan, you're getting old. Turtles are a good thing, you should eat more to nourish yourselves later."

The man surnamed Yuan remained silent, while President Guo forced a smile and said, "Then thank you for your kindness, President Ding."

You thanked me too early.

Ding Xin raised his chin and said leisurely, "The food will take a while to arrive, let's talk about business first."

coming!

For Hwang Chun-sik, this was the clarion call for their own attack; for President Guo and President Yuan, it was a deadly bayonet about to strike.

"I wonder what President Ding means?" President Guo asked tentatively, struggling to find the answer.

"I'll just say it straight."

Ding Xin casually pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth, saying directly, "President Huang is my friend, and everyone knows that I, Ding Xin, am a man of principle."

"Don't even mention a billion, even two billion or five billion wouldn't make me turn against my friends!"

"Haha, President Ding, you've misunderstood. We just hope you can mediate; we don't mean for you to fall out with your friend..."

President Guo is quite quick-witted; in such a short time, he actually found an excuse.

"Oh, really? That's what you think?" Ding Xin asked, feigning surprise.

"That's our plan."

As President Guo answered, he tried to force a smile, but his smile was more like a grimace.

"That's right, that's what I told President Huang too, but he just wouldn't believe me..."

Ding Xin nodded in agreement, seemingly quite satisfied with his statement.

Then he pointed at Huang Chunzhi and said with a half-smile, "Well, taking advantage of today's opportunity, I brought President Huang here directly. You won't blame me for taking matters into my own hands, will you?"

President Guo quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no."

"That's good."

Ding Xin exhaled a puff of smoke, turned his gaze to President Yuan beside him, and suddenly said, "What's wrong, President Yuan? You haven't said a word all day. Are you not feeling well?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze immediately turned to President Yuan's face.

President Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't pretend to be mute any longer, so he explained in a low voice, "My throat is a little sore."