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Chapter 113 Gold Medal White Face (Part 2)
Wei Yuan threw the bag of old clothes into the car, sat in the driver's seat, and faced Yuan Ziyi, saying, "I hope you understand that while you may be used to commanding others, I am not accustomed to being ordered around."
Yuan Ziyi was momentarily taken aback by his words. Over the years, she had gradually taken over her father's influence within Purple Robe Pavilion, and under her leadership, Purple Robe Pavilion had modernized. Each disciple now enjoyed stable living conditions in modern society.
What seemed like a mysterious organization was essentially no different from others; anyone could take up the banner. Most people were too busy with their own lives to oppose you, provided that you could bring benefits to everyone and improve their lives. In this regard, Yuan Ziyi had done well enough to earn support, and she had become a significant figure in the pharmaceutical group that had developed from Purple Robe Pavilion.
For a long time, Yuan Ziyi had not encountered anyone who dared to speak to her in such a manner. However, Wei Yuan's words revealed the boldness of youth. From the reports of those she sent to monitor Wei Yuan, it was clear that he handled the investigation into Xu Feng adding Poppy Powder with remarkable calmness, without alarming anyone.
"Alright, I apologize once again," Yuan Ziyi said with an unusually sincere expression.
"I'm not unwilling to help you. Han Ling's situation has actually improved somewhat. I believe that given time, she will recover," Wei Yuan explained.
Based on the reports from her surveillance team, Yuan Ziyi already knew this: "I know. She even took the initiative to have meals with you and specially cooked for you. Everything is just as I thought; you have become her emotional anchor."
Although this statement was unflattering, Wei Yuan had to admit it was true. His willingness to step forward for Han Ling had indeed helped alleviate some of her emotional burdens, but it also made him a sacrificial offering. He had shaped a new image for himself in her heart, representing all men and improving her prejudices against them.
However, this undoubtedly made him an emotional support for Han Ling, and also served as a catalyst for Yuan Ziyi. To this, Wei Yuan could only smile wryly and say, "Perhaps things will change in new ways."
Yuan Ziyi did not further criticize Wei Yuan, merely stating lightly, "Perhaps that will be the case."
"What are you planning to do about Xu Feng? He has acquired numerous drugs from various Pharmaceutical Companies, adding Poppy Powder to them. I think you understand better than I do what kind of effects these substances can have," Wei Yuan began to get to the point.
"Let's hold off for now; let him go wild for a while. This is not the right time," Yuan Ziyi replied expressionlessly.
While Wei Yuan might not be considered a good person, he understood very well the potential profits from drugs laced with Poppy Powder. At the same time, the accompanying dangers were immeasurable: "Do you realize that delaying this could lead to many people becoming addicted to these stimulant-laced drugs? While many may not end up destitute, they could waste their most precious time on this."
Wei Yuan became somewhat impassioned. He had previously tried to make friends in society and had witnessed firsthand what long-term users of soft drugs were like. Although they might not die or suffer lifelong consequences if they chose to quit, many young people's best years were squandered because of it.
"What are you worried about? Is it Shen Qingyi?" Wei Yuan pressed.
"It seems that Yang Ying has quite a close relationship with you, daring to speak freely without fear of putting you in danger," Yuan Ziyi said lightly.
Then she fixed her aggressive gaze on Wei Yuan, making him feel a chill in his heart. Yuan Ziyi continued, "As an outer member, Xu Feng cannot possibly have the formula for Poppy Powder. Naturally, this involves the assistance of Shen Qingyi. His intentions are clear; he wants to take risks to gain high returns and thus appease the part of the disciples from Purple Robe Pavilion who follow him."
"Then after thoroughly defeating him this time, those disciples from Purple Robe Pavilion will naturally scatter like monkeys when the tree falls. At that time, you can send people to recruit them, which would suit your purpose perfectly."
Clearly, while discussing this issue, Wei Yuan had done some analysis on Yuan Ziyi. This caution was something he learned from her. When Yuan Ziyi held her cards close to her chest, she also manipulated him within her grasp.
He still did not have enough confidence to fully grasp Yuan Ziyi's temperament, but at least his words had indeed painted a scene for her. From her actions, it was evident that Yuan Ziyi had a strong determination to transform Purple Robe Pavilion from a traditional medical sect into a business capable of standing firm in the highly profitable pharmaceutical industry.
Thus, as a representative of this reformist faction, facing off against an old hardliner like Shen Qingyi, they were naturally incompatible.
In order to make Yuan Ziyi resolute in dealing with Xu Feng, and to avenge this deep-seated grudge, Wei Yuan was truly putting in the effort. Seeing that Yuan Ziyi was somewhat moved, he continued, "Right now, the disciples on Shen Qingyi's side seem to be thriving under your leadership of Purple Robe Pavilion, which is naturally appealing. This is also why Shen Qingyi is taking such risks."
On this point, Yuan Ziyi naturally agreed. Wei Yuan pressed further into her heart: "Even if they find a scapegoat this time, if things escalate, the government won't let it go so easily. Moreover, your faction can take the opportunity to defeat Shen Qingyi. As for your concern about them being overly cautious and easily alarming the snake in the grass—if one thing leads to another and they become desperate, it could lead to backlash and make it difficult to deal with them, right?"
At this point, Yuan Ziyi fell silent and merely looked at Wei Yuan with an appreciative gaze. This young man was indeed maturing more and more. Yuan Ziyi encouraged him: "Keep going."
Hearing a hint of delight in Yuan Ziyi's tone, Wei Yuan continued: "Perhaps you think that since Xu Feng is Shen Qingyi's son-in-law, eliminating him would easily provoke Shen Qingyi's wrath. Coupled with cutting off the interests of those disciples under Shen Qingyi, they might rise up against you. However, looking at it from another angle—Shen Qingyi's daughter has already passed away under unclear circumstances..."
Wei Yuan believed that with Yuan Ziyi's intelligence, she already knew what she wanted. After the unexpected death of Shen Qingyi's daughter, his relationship with Xu Feng had indeed cooled down.
"At this time, if any problems arise, what Shen Qingyi is most likely to do is not protect Xu Feng, but rather withdraw and sacrifice him to quell this incident. And as long as you extend an olive branch at the right moment to those disciples, how do you think they will choose?"
Regarding the specific situation of the family of Shen Qingyi, Wei Yuan had previously taken advantage of the ten minutes while waiting for Yuan Ziyi downstairs to ask Yang Ying. The reason was still the same: know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never lose a battle.
Indeed, from a certain perspective, what Wei Yuan said provided a line of thought for Yuan Ziyi. It wasn't that she hadn't considered this layer; rather, their positions were different. What Wei Yuan hoped for was simply to ruin Xu Feng, settling blood debts with blood.
However, what Yuan Ziyi needed to consider was how her father-in-law—namely, Shen Qingyi—would react after dealing with Xu Feng. She did not want any unnecessary conflicts with her former sect after completely transforming the leadership of Purple Robe Pavilion. This was her concern; once there were too many concerns, it would inevitably make her hesitant in her actions.
“No matter what, since they haven't taken any action yet, we still need to be patient and wait,” Yuan Ziyi concluded.
Wei Yuan had no choice but to temporarily agree with her. He had already thoroughly discussed the effects of pink poppy with Yang Ying, and he believed that those who initially took the drug for pain relief wouldn’t face addiction issues. However, if later users began using it to deal with other addictions, there was nothing he could do to stop them. After all, the market was already flooded with addictive substances like stimulants.
“So, what should we do now?”
Wei Yuan glanced at the expensive outfit he was wearing. It was obvious that Yuan Ziyi had dressed him up for some kind of evening event. Her own attire clearly suggested the same.
After giving him an address, Yuan Ziyi said, “Drive there. A lady is eager to meet you.”
This statement puzzled Wei Yuan. Why would someone at a gathering of wealthy people want to meet him? The only high-profile individuals he knew were from the Lan family and people like Liu Haisheng. But Yuan Ziyi specifically mentioned a lady, leaving Wei Yuan utterly perplexed.
Nevertheless, Wei Yuan started the sports car, exited the underground parking lot of the commercial building, and drove towards the address Yuan Ziyi had given him.
After driving for a few kilometers, Wei Yuan gradually left the city and headed towards the suburbs. He passed a mountain, and at its base, recent developments had seen the construction of a vast area of European-style villas. These villas were more luxurious and grand than even the ones owned by the Lan family. This was clearly a haven for the rich.
In addition, several exclusive clubs had sprung up in the area, including golf, equestrian, and shooting clubs. These were all playgrounds for the wealthy, with membership fees alone costing six figures annually.
“This place is practically a car exhibition,” Wei Yuan remarked as he pulled into the parking lot, noticing the plethora of luxury cars. BMWs and Mercedes were commonplace, while Lamborghinis and Ferraris were also frequently seen.
These cars were ones he had only ever seen in car magazines. In reality, unless someone was showing off in public or driving them on the racetrack at Luoxia Mountain, he had no chance of seeing them up close.
Shrugging, Wei Yuan said, “This kind of gathering doesn’t mean much to me. I might recognize some people inside, but they definitely won’t know who I am.”
“Take a look at that lady.” Yuan Ziyi, linking her arm with Wei Yuan’s, slowly walked toward the hall. She pointed to a distinguished lady as they approached.
When the well-dressed lady, who appeared to be around forty years old, slowly approached, Wei Yuan suddenly realized she looked very familiar, resembling someone he knew.
Han Ling.
Indeed, this was a version of Han Ling without scars but more mature. The lady came forward and said, "You must be Mr. Wei. We've spoken on the phone a few times. Thank you for taking care of my daughter."
At that moment, Wei Yuan recognized her voice. Unlike the quirky woman he had spoken to on the phone, she was now dressed in an elegant evening gown, her face adorned with a noble and graceful smile.
"You are Han Ling's mother, right? You don't quite look like her," Wei Yuan remarked.
"What do you mean I don't look like her?"
Wei Yuan smiled and replied, "You look too young; even if you told others you were sisters, some would believe it."
Upon hearing this, she laughed heartily. The three of them walked together, sharing laughter, and the people present immediately became interested in this unknown young man. If such a charming and youthful woman could be so composed around him, he must possess considerable skill—could he be the legendary Gold Medal White Face?
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