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The news that the ghost servant had settled in the Jiang family villa somehow reached the Qiao family in the provincial capital.

It is said that on the day Qiao San learned of this news, he locked himself in the tea room for an entire afternoon and refused to see anyone.

The maid only heard a series of smashing sounds coming from inside.

When the cleaning staff came in to clean, they found that they had swept up three dustpans full of broken pieces of the purple clay teapot, not to mention the smashed antique ornaments and the overturned mahogany tea table.

"What kind of sorcery did this young man in his early twenties use?" Qiao San roared angrily at the mess on the ground, his eyes red.

No one could answer that question.

His staff stood outside the door, looking at each other, none daring to go in and risk incurring his wrath.

Ghost Servant was a master whom the Qiao family had served for twenty years. He was the old master's personal bodyguard back then. In terms of seniority, he was even older than Qiao San, and in terms of strength, he was one of the top figures in the entire provincial capital.

Such a powerful and influential figure went to Jiangcheng, but instead of completing his mission, he ended up staying at the other party's home and becoming close friends despite their age difference.

This incident was a joke for the Qiao family and caused a huge uproar in the ancient martial arts circle of the provincial capital.

During their leisure time, the masters from various martial arts schools and families were all discussing this matter.

Some say that Ye Chen has a hidden sect backing him up, and that the Ghost Servant was intimidated by his background.

Some say Ye Chen offered a price that the Ghost Servant couldn't refuse.

Some people say that Ghost Servant was already dissatisfied with the Qiao family and this was just an opportunity for him to break away.

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Various speculations abound, but no one can tell the truth.

However, the Qiao family did not have much time to process this blow.

Three days later, a minor incident occurred in the business community of the provincial capital.

At the quarterly meeting of the Provincial Capital Entrepreneurs Association, Zhou Wantong, Chairman of Tongda Building Materials Group, announced with a smile in front of more than 100 business elites: "Starting next month, Tongda Building Materials will completely terminate its supply cooperation with Qiao's Real Estate. As for the reason, it is that our production capacity is limited and we will give priority to supplying high-quality customers."

These words caused an uproar throughout the room and a great commotion in the provincial capital.

Tongda Building Materials is the leading company in the provincial capital's building materials industry, while Qiaoshi Real Estate is the top real estate company in the provincial capital. The two companies have been cooperating for more than ten years and have always been the closest partners with intertwined interests.

Zhou Wantong's sudden announcement of a loan suspension at this critical juncture, choosing to target high-quality clients at this time, implies that Qiao's Real Estate is not a high-quality client.

This is a public slap in the face to the Qiao family.

The representative from Qiao's Real Estate immediately stood up, slammed his fist on the table, and questioned Zhou Wantong about his intentions.

Zhou Wantong maintained his Buddha-like smile and replied unhurriedly, "It means exactly what it says. If President Qiao has any questions, you can take a look at our newly signed supply contract. The customer's demand is too large; I'm really sorry."

As for who the customer with such high demand is, everyone present knows without him saying it.

When the news reached Jiangcheng, Ye Chen was squatting at the entrance of the security department, eating a watermelon.

He Jianping rushed over excitedly with his phone, reading the news to Ye Chen. After finishing, he was so excited that his spittle almost flew onto Ye Chen's face: "Brother, your fat uncle is too ruthless! This is like stabbing the Qiao family in the heart! My friends in the provincial capital told me that when Qiao San heard this news, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot!"

Ye Chen spat out the watermelon seeds, took his phone, glanced at the comments under the news article, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.

The comment section has completely exploded. Some people are cheering, some are questioning, some are making sarcastic remarks, and some are starting to dig up all sorts of dirt on Qiao's Real Estate over the years. The direction of public opinion is shifting at a visible speed.

"This isn't over yet." Ye Chen handed the phone back to He Jianping, wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth, and spoke with the certainty of someone forecasting the weather.

Sure enough, the second offensive began that afternoon as scheduled.

Song Tiezhu, the owner of Tiedun Logistics, posted a notice on the bulletin board of the provincial logistics industry association. The notice was very simple, with only two lines: "Tiedun Logistics will no longer undertake freight business for any of the companies under the Qiao Group, effective immediately."

They also specifically stated that the signed contract would be fully compensated according to the penalty clause, with the money arriving within a week.

If Zhou Wantong's cutting off the supply was like stabbing the Qiao family in the heart, then Song Tiezhu's cutting off the supply was like rubbing salt into the Qiao family's wound.

If building materials are cut off, you can find other suppliers, but if logistics are disrupted, the transportation of materials to Qiao's Real Estate's dozens of construction sites across the province will be completely paralyzed.

If construction stops, the daily losses will be astronomical.

The fact that two leading provincial companies simultaneously targeted the Qiao family speaks volumes.

This was an organized counterattack, and the commander of the counterattack was that young man who lived far away in Jiangcheng and squatted at the entrance of the security department every day eating watermelon.

The business community in the provincial capital was completely shaken.

Everyone is discussing the same question: Just how much power does that young man named Ye Chen have?

How could someone like Zhou Wantong and Song Tiezhu be willing to be his vanguard?

If anyone had doubts about Ye Chen's strength before, those doubts have now turned into fear.

A person who can simultaneously turn the business world and the ancient martial arts world upside down is no ordinary person.

However, just when everyone thought the storm would continue to escalate, an unexpected piece of news broke the deadlock.

Old Master Qiao is about to celebrate his 80th birthday.

This news came from the Qiao family's old residence.

The Qiao family sent out invitations to celebrities from all walks of life in the provincial capital. The invitations were carefully worded, saying that a small banquet would be prepared to celebrate their friendship.

At the same time, the Qiao family released another announcement: on the night of the birthday banquet, the Qiao family will invite masters from the ancient martial arts community of the entire province to gather together, make friends through martial arts, and celebrate the grand occasion.

These words sound nice, but anyone with eyes can see that the Qiao family is using the birthday banquet as an opportunity to showcase their strength and intimidate their rivals.

The old man's 80th birthday is the greatest honor for the Qiao family. Anyone who dares to disrespect the Qiao family at the birthday banquet is tantamount to openly breaking ties with the Qiao family.

The Qiao family's use of martial arts to make friends was a clear indication that they wanted to flex their muscles and declare to the entire province that even with the departure of the Ghost Servant, the Qiao family's foundation remained unfathomable.

That evening, a gold-embossed invitation was delivered to the Jiang Group through special channels and placed directly on Ye Chen's desk.

He Jianping picked up the invitation and flipped through it, his face turning very ugly: "Brother Ye, this is clearly a trap. The Qiao family has definitely set up an ambush at the birthday banquet, just waiting for you to jump in. Should we not go? They can say that you are afraid of the Qiao family, and all the momentum we've built up will be wasted."

Ye Chen picked up the invitation, looked it over and over, then casually tossed it on the table and continued munching on his sunflower seeds.

"Yes, of course I'll go. They've already sent the invitation to my door; it would be impolite not to go."