Sent to the countryside, I turned the health center into a top-tier hospital.

"Dad, come to the private restaurant in the east of the city right now! I've been humiliated. The Cui family isn't afraid of us at all anymore."

Ding Peng dialed his father Ding Zhonghua's number and said through gritted teeth.

"Son, what exactly happened? Explain it clearly. I'm busy right now, we can talk about it tomorrow if it's nothing serious."

Ding Zhonghua was in a massage parlor, with a masseuse in his arms.

"Dad, they..."

Ding Peng embellished the story.

Upon hearing this, Ding Zhonghua pushed away the massage girl in his arms and stood up abruptly. "Did Guo Changlin really say that? He eats and drinks my food all the time, and now he dares to disrespect me?"

"Isn't he just the director of the development zone management committee? He really thinks he's some big shot."

"Son, wait here, I'll go and deal with them!"

After saying that, Ding Zhonghua hung up the phone.

Ding Peng smirked, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Wait until my dad gets here, you'll all be in for a surprise!"

Ding Peng gritted his teeth, then turned around and went back into the private room.

Inside the private room, Mr. Cui was having a very pleasant conversation with Guo Changlin, while Chen Ping occasionally chimed in.

As for Ding Peng, no one gave him a second glance.

Even when Ding Peng returned, no one paid him any attention.

Ding Peng picked up a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and sneered on his face.

He is now waiting for his father to arrive.

About twenty minutes later, the roar of a luxury car engine came from downstairs at the restaurant, exuding an impressive aura.

The door to the private room was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man in an expensive suit, with a large belly and a domineering aura strode in. It was Ding Peng's father, Ding Zhonghua.

The moment the door was pushed open, everyone's eyes turned to the entrance.

"Dad..." Upon seeing that it was his father, Ding Peng quickly got up and went to greet him.

Ding Zhonghua stood at the door, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Guo Changlin. "Old Guo, long time no see, you're here too."

Guo Changlin put down his teacup, stood up, and shook hands with Ding Zhonghua. His expression was more natural than when he was facing Ding Peng, but it wasn't exactly warm either.

"Old Ding, what brings you here?" Guo Changlin asked.

Ding Zhonghua smiled and said, "My son said there was a dinner party here, and I happened to be nearby, so I came to check it out."

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down, his movements as natural as if he were in his own living room.

Ding Peng then sat down right next to Ding Zhonghua.

With his father backing him up, Ding Peng raised his chin slightly, his previous embarrassment and awkwardness completely gone, replaced by a hint of arrogance.

"Old Ding, you didn't even give me a heads-up before you came over."

Cui Ying's father stood up with the wine bottle in his hand, walked over to Ding Zhonghua, poured him a glass of wine, and said, "Order two more dishes, they're getting a little cold."

Compared to the Ding family, the Cui family is indeed somewhat lacking.

Especially in terms of connections, the Ding family can be considered to have the most extensive network of connections in the entire Tianhai City.

Under the same conditions, the Ding family's company was able to start production, while others needed to make rectifications. This clearly demonstrates the Ding family's influence in Tianhai City.

"What should I order? I just happened to come in and sit down."

After Ding Zhonghua finished speaking, his gaze swept around again, finally landing on Chen Ping.

With just one glance, Ding Zhonghua seemed to have guessed Chen Ping's identity.

Although Ding Zhonghua had never met Chen Ping, his keen business acumen honed over many years allowed him to see through him at a glance.

"Old Cui, who is this person? He looks unfamiliar." Ding Zhonghua pointed at Chen Ping and asked.

"Oh, this is Dr. Chen, my daughter's colleague."

Mr. Cui explained.

"Oh, so that's the village doctor who's been clinging to your daughter like crazy?" Ding Zhonghua said with a cold laugh.

This statement can be described as putting Chen Ping underfoot.

Upon hearing this, Cui Ying frowned and wanted to retort, but her mother stopped her.

Chen Ping remained calm, his gaze towards Ding Zhonghua neither humble nor arrogant.

Whether Ding Zhonghua has connections or money, it has nothing to do with Chen Ping, and Chen Ping has nothing to fear.

"Who told you this nonsense? I don't even know myself."

Instead of answering directly, Mr. Cui smiled and said, "Let's have a drink. It's been a long time since we've had one."

"I won't drink alcohol. I just had a chat with some people from the municipal party committee, and we drank quite a bit."

Ding Zhonghua said with a smug look on his face.

These words were meant for everyone present, to showcase his connections.

At the same time, it was also meant for Guo Changlin to hear, to let him know that the Ding family's connections extended far beyond just Guo Changlin.

"Old Ding, you have such a wide network of connections, even drinking with the municipal party committee members."

Mr. Cui was filled with envy. "Since you don't drink alcohol, then drink tea."

Mr. Cui poured a cup of tea for Ding Zhonghua.

"Uncle Cui, my dad often drinks with Secretary Li of the Municipal Party Committee," Ding Peng said proudly.

"Director Guo, I was drinking with Secretary Li the other day, and we were talking about your development zone."

"Your development zone has been lax in its inspections recently, causing environmental pollution and illegal emissions. The municipal party committee may be holding a meeting to focus on rectifying the development zone."

Ding Zhonghua looked at Guo Changlin and said.

Guo Changlin smiled and said, "I haven't received the notification yet."

"I'm just giving you a heads-up. Given our relationship, if anything really happens, I'll definitely put in a good word for you with Secretary Li."

Ding Zhonghua was clearly threatening Guo Changlin.

Guo Changlin has been the director of the development zone management committee for so many years, how could he not have noticed?

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"Then I thank you, Mr. Ding." Guo Changlin said, picking up his teacup. "Let me offer you a toast with tea instead of wine."

Ding Zhonghua picked up his teacup, clinked it with Guo Changlin's, and took a sip.

"Old Ding, I'd like to toast you too. I hope you'll take good care of my factory in the future."

Mr. Cui, holding a teacup, also offered a toast to Ding Zhonghua.

"No problem, we're all family. If there's anything going on at the factory, just let me know."

"Hasn't your factory been under too much inspection lately? Luckily, Director Guo is here. Just tell him to remind his subordinates."

Ding Zhonghua acted as if he were a high-ranking official in the city, casually ordering Guo Changlin around.

"Mr. Ding, routine inspections are necessary and should still be conducted; it's not something I can simply instruct my subordinates to do."

Guo Changlin didn't give Ding Zhonghua any face and spoke in a calm tone.

Ding Zhonghua frowned; he hadn't expected Guo Changlin to embarrass him in public.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

"Yes, yes, routine checks are still necessary, it won't cause any problems, it won't cause any problems..." Seeing this, Mr. Cui quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Director Guo, Secretary Li, he..."

"Uncle Ding, you're so familiar with Secretary Li, why don't you invite him over for a meal? That way, we can also have a chance to meet this important figure."

Before Ding Zhonghua could finish speaking, Cui Ying interrupted him.