Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2351 - 1778: Another New Ally (2)
Previously on Inheritance of Two Trillion...
Hearing his father talk that way, Han Zizhi felt a touch of surprise.
Why would his father tell him to 'grit his teeth'?
Moments later, Han Zizhi sensed his father’s fingers sliding to his waist, seizing a lump of flesh between thumb, index, and middle...
Terror twisted Han Zizhi’s expression—this was the dreaded 'family punishment' from his youth!
Years ago, when Han Zizhi was just eight or nine, wild and unruly, soft tactics failed and Han He couldn’t bear to wield the rod, so he invented this unique 'family punishment'.
Before Han Zizhi could process it, Han He twisted that flesh on his waist, spinning it a complete ninety degrees!
No mercy in the turn at all...
A wave of wrenching, tearing agony exploded at Han Zizhi’s waist, nearly forcing a blood-curdling shriek 'like a slaughtered pig' from his throat.
Childhood lessons warned him: the louder the cry, the worse it got—might even restart the torment...
Besides, with all those people watching, Han Zizhi had his pride to uphold...
Tough as nails, Han Zizhi sucked in a sharp breath, held it tight, ground his teeth until veins bulged on his cheeks, and swallowed the pain raw.
Yet, sweat drops like soybeans burst onto his forehead.
"Look at you, kid—caught a cold yesterday, now burning up with sweat and spouting nonsense, go rest up quick!" Han He voiced concern for all to hear, but his gaze sharpened as he whispered urgently, "Get out of here now!"
This time, Han Zizhi didn’t hesitate; he forced a grin for the crowd and bolted, his steps awkward and stiff.
As Han Zizhi vanished from sight, Han He let out a heavy breath of relief.
Free of that nuisance, he could resume chatting with Bai Xiaosheng.
Smiling warmly, Han He tried engaging Bai Xiaosheng once more, but the latter refused to chat amid the buzzing crowd, derailing any chance to steer back to the 'main topic'.
Soon, more leaders trickled in, livening up the scene.
Private talk was out of the question now.
Han He reluctantly shelved it for later.
The banquet dragged on over two hours in high spirits, faces beaming, everyone walking away enriched.
Only Han He appeared distracted, missing every shot at speaking with Bai Xiaosheng.
Still, Bai Xiaosheng’s presence at the event stunned Han He, even left him 'unnerved'!
Lu Yun, Jia Chengshan, Dong Tianlu, Lu Tiandao, Zhang Qinglin, Wang Xuantian, Lin Tianyi, Hong Chengtian...
Top figures kept raising glasses to Bai Xiaosheng, chatting amiably with grins like lifelong buddies, brimming with warmth and zeal.
Han He watched in disbelief, baffled by how many heavyweights backed Bai Xiaosheng against his own clan.
His own clout paled in comparison.
Han He’s pocket buzzed nonstop from his phone, like a personal vibrator, rattling his nerves further.
Once it finally quit, Han He slipped to a quiet spot to check—dead battery.
Incoming calls had sucked it dry; the chaos in their eastern and southern operations was vivid in his mind...
Though details escaped him, Han He knew those firms teetered on ruin, scorched by relentless fire...
He slogged through the two-hour feast, plastering on smiles for leaders and partners.
By nine, it wrapped up.
Han He scanned desperately for Bai Xiaosheng to talk, but he was nowhere, forcing Han He home empty-handed.
Back at the residence, Han Zizhi approached him.
Despite the brutal pinch turning flesh purple and banishing him from the banquet, Han Zizhi held no grudge against his father.
After some reflection, things started clicking.
"Dad, did you talk things over with Bai Xiaosheng?"
"No!" Han He shot Han Zizhi a furious glare, "All your loose lips wrecked my chance! Now come with me to see Bai Xiaosheng immediately!"
Under fire, Han Zizhi stayed meek, nodding obediently.
"Listen up—this is you apologizing to him. Don’t rile him up again! Or forget my support for ten—no, twenty years! I’ll warn my contacts off you too. Work or beg for scraps! Quit dragging me down!"
Han He’s harsh words left Han Zizhi rattled; he agreed fast.
Noting his son’s shift, Han He mixed fury with sympathy, then added gently, "Let me share what I gleaned about Bai Xiaosheng from this banquet!"
In fifteen minutes, Han He overhauled Han Zizhi’s view of Bai Xiaosheng.
Now truly shaken, Han Zizhi grasped Bai Xiaosheng’s vast network and power dwarfed his own—and even his father’s.
With clarity struck, Han He whisked his son off to Bai Xiaosheng’s for an audience.
Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying ushered in the father-son duo; Bai Xiaosheng lounged on the sofa, a pot of premium black tea brewed, its aroma wafting everywhere.
This fully oxidized brew holds fewer tea polyphenols, gentler on the gut, perfect for evening sips.
Spotting it, Han He sensed Bai Xiaosheng welcomed talks, easing his tension.
"Mr. Bai, my boy was insolent, I indulged him rotten—we’ve wronged you badly. Here he is to make amends!" Han He dove in humbly, head bowed low.
Bai Xiaosheng rose smiling, utterly gracious, replying softly, "Old Mr. Han, you overstate it. That day I was swamped and short with your son—it’s on me too. Misunderstandings like ours can be cleared up over talk. I’ve got fine tea for guests. We travel together tomorrow, a destined bond; let’s iron out grudges now, turn foes to allies—what do you say?"
"Perfect—that’s all I want!" Han He lit up with delight, advancing eagerly.
Prepped by his father’s intel on Bai Xiaosheng’s might, Han Zizhi’s attitude flipped.
Witnessing Bai Xiaosheng’s composure, Han Zizhi bought in, smiling as he joined.
An hour on, the Hans departed beaming, burdens lifted clean away.
The deal thrilled them; Bai Xiaosheng pledged hefty local and global partnerships, fat contracts incoming.
They kicked themselves for delaying the parley.
Heading home, at his father’s urging, Han Zizhi ditched solo ventures to rejoin the family empire, fired up to shine.
Gazing at a rival his age thriving so wildly, Han Zizhi felt spurred to compete.
Unwittingly spurring his heir’s growth thrilled Han He, blending shock and joy, deepening his thanks to Bai Xiaosheng.
Post-Hans, Bai Xiaosheng rang Xiahou Qi with updates on the rest.
Elder Xia took the Han truce in stride, chuckling on the line, "Knew it—nothing stumps you. We’ve snagged a key ally for our network; pure joy!"
Bai Xiaosheng laughed, "Seemed smooth, but effort and luck played in. 'Carrot and stick' never fails. Once deals roll, we crack a fresh market."
"Right, alerting Li Haofeng and crew to your blueprint now," Xiahou Qi assured via phone.
Bai Xiaosheng bantered fifteen minutes with Xiahou Qi before disconnecting, then pinged Lu Yun, Jia Chengshan, and accomplices.
After all, their muscle powered the entry and exit.
They all messaged back to Bai Xiaosheng.
Tasks wrapped by 11:30 PM, fatigue hit Bai Xiaosheng; he sent Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying to bed, retreating to his quarters.
On the bed, with home squared away and issues vanished, Bai Xiaosheng eyed his Africa jaunt carefree. Relaxed, he muttered—
"I wonder what adventures await this journey—hoping rewards smash my wildest dreams!"