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The Qiao family's old residence in the provincial capital is located halfway up Longyin Mountain in the east of the city, covering a very large area.

It is said that when Mr. Qiao chose this piece of land, he specially invited a feng shui master from Beijing to take a look.

The master circled the foot of the mountain three times, then climbed to the top and gazed out for two hours. Finally, he pointed to the mountainside and said eight words: "A place where the wind gathers and energy is concentrated, a place where dragons hide."

Grandpa Qiao was overjoyed and immediately decided to buy the entire mountain.

After thirty years of continuous expansion, the old house is now a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, with pavilions and towers arranged in a well-organized manner. The white marble square in front of the main hall can accommodate three hundred people for dining at the same time.

The ancient locust tree in the courtyard is said to have existed since the Ming Dynasty. Its canopy is so thick that three adult men cannot encircle it.

The two stone lions at the entrance are three meters tall and were carved from a single piece of bluestone. They are majestic and awe-inspiring. The craftsmen spent three months just polishing them.

Ye Chen stood at the door, looking up at the two stone lions, and clicked his tongue, "This old man Qiao is really rich."

"Nonsense, he's been a local tyrant in the provincial capital for thirty years, how could he not be rich?" He Jianping stood behind him, loosened his tie, and looked uncomfortable.

He was used to wearing a uniform in the security department, but today he changed into a black suit and felt uncomfortable all over. The tie was too tight around his neck, the leather shoes were rubbing against his feet, and he could walk awkwardly.

Jiang Ruoxi wore a navy blue business suit today, looking dignified and elegant.

Jiang Ruoxi walked to Ye Chen's side, naturally took his arm, and whispered, "Take it easy today, don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble either. If you're too low-key, people will think we're guilty."

Ye Chen turned to look at her, grinned, revealing his perfect eight teeth: "Don't worry, wife, being low-key is my forte."

Jiang Ruoxi rolled her eyes at him, feeling that the statement itself was not very modest.

The ghost servant stood at the very back, silent as a stone.

He changed back into his gray training clothes today because Ye Chen insisted that he change out of his security guard uniform, saying he was there as an advisor, not a waiter.

Ghost Servant didn't want to come. His departure from the Qiao family had already become a hot topic in the provincial capital. His appearance at the Qiao family's old residence was tantamount to slapping the Qiao family in the face in public.

But Ye Chen said, "Old ghost, what if Han Song tries something dirty and I can't beat him if you don't go?"

And so, Ye Chen forcibly put him into the car.

The group handed over the invitations. The manager at the door took them, glanced at them, and his professional smile froze for half a second before he respectfully gestured for them to come in: "President Jiang, Minister Ye, please come in."

From the main gate to the main hall, one has to pass through a long corridor, with security personnel from the Qiao family standing on both sides of the corridor.

They were all dressed in black Zhongshan suits, with straight backs and sharp eyes. Each of them was a trained martial artist, with steady breathing and powerful steps. Just by looking at their aura, you could tell they were not ordinary security guards, but real martial artists who had received training.

He Jianping walked and observed, silently assessing the strength of these people in his mind. The result of the assessment made him break out in a slight sweat.

Ye Chen discovered that any one of the dozens of people standing in this passageway could easily hold their own against the strongest captain in the Jiang Group's security department.

The Qiao family's profound heritage is indeed not just talk.

Many people had already arrived in the main hall; they were all prominent figures in the provincial capital's business and martial arts circles.

Business tycoons chatted and laughed in small groups, discussing deals worth tens or hundreds of billions of dollars.

The masters of ancient martial arts gathered on the other side, their auras distinctly different. Their eye contact carried a scrutinizing and appraising quality, and a subtle tension permeated the air.

As soon as Ye Chen and his group entered, the atmosphere in the main hall visibly froze.

Those who were chatting stopped talking and turned their gazes toward Ye Chen and the ghost servant.

Most of the people present had never met Ye Chen in person, but Ye Chen's name had become incredibly famous in the provincial capital recently.

He crippled Zhao Jingang, cut off the ghost hand Luo Ping, destroyed the hornet's nest of online trolls, and colluded with Tongda Building Materials and Tiedun Logistics to cut off the Qiao family's supply chain. He even poached the ghost servants that the Qiao family had served for twenty years to his side.

Each and every one of these achievements could be a source of pride for a lifetime, yet they were all accomplished by one person in just one month.

And now, this person is standing right in front of them.

Wearing an ordinary dark blue Zhongshan suit, with his hands in his pockets, his smile was so casual that he looked like he was just strolling through a temple fair. He didn't have a trace of the ruthless and decisive demeanor that was rumored to be there.

But this nonchalance is what makes people even more wary.

True masters never need to wear their skills on their sleeves.

"Mr. Ye, I've heard so much about you." A middle-aged man in a suit and tie was the first to come forward, handing over his business card with a broad smile.

"Excuse me, you are...?" Ye Chen looked at the other person with a puzzled expression, as the other person could pronounce his name so accurately.

"I am Qian Yongchang, the vice president of the Tongda Chamber of Commerce in the provincial capital. I heard that you and General Manager Zhou Wantong are related as uncle and nephew?" President Qian explained himself again.

Ye Chen took the business card, glanced at it, and nodded politely: "Hello, Chairman Qian. My uncle often talks about our friends in the provincial capital's business community, saying that everyone here is a good person."

He Jianping, who was standing behind him, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Wantong's original words were clearly, "Those old foxes in the provincial capital are all cunning and shrewd, none of them are easy to deal with," but Ye Chen said they were all "good people."

Vice Minister Ye's ability to blatantly lie is truly professional-level.

With Qian Yongchang taking the lead, the others also gathered around to greet him.

Some genuinely wanted to make friends, some wanted to test Ye Chen's abilities, and some were simply there to join in the fun.

Regardless of his purpose, Ye Chen was soon surrounded by a group of people. He handled them with ease, always smiling and speaking succinctly, leaving no room for criticism or understanding of his true intentions.

Jiang Ruoxi stood aside watching, secretly surprised.

This guy usually spends his time in the security department picking his toes or sleeping, looking carefree and irresponsible. But in this kind of situation, he becomes surprisingly calm and composed, like a completely different person.

This kind of effortless sense of proportion is not something an ordinary person can fake.

However, just as the atmosphere was getting lively, a deep voice came from outside the crowd.

"Is this Ye Chen?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of cold water being poured over someone's head, and everyone who was chatting subconsciously fell silent.

The crowd parted to make way for a tall man who strode in with steady steps. His pace was slow, and it seemed as if the ground was trembling slightly with each step.

The man was around forty-five years old, with a square face, thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and high cheekbones. He was wearing a well-tailored black training uniform.

His hands hung naturally at his sides, but his knuckles were large and the veins on the back of his hands were prominent, clearly indicating that he had mastered external martial arts to the extreme.