Of course not!
Black Dragon Group already harbored a deep, irreconcilable enmity with Lin Group; how could they possibly let each other off?
Someone said, "Who do you think will win between Black Dragon Group and Lin Group when the time comes?"
"Nonsense! It's definitely Black Dragon Group!"
"But Lin Group has been deeply rooted for decades, and it's said that its intricate background is terrifying..."
"Terrifying my ass! Have you forgotten how he scurried out of Songjiang back then? Even Tiger Might Group, created by his son-in-law, was wiped out by Black Dragon, yet he didn't even dare let out a fart and ran straight back to his old nest. What makes him think he can fight Black Dragon Group? If you ask me, give it another two years, and the entire Three Northern Provinces will only know the name of Black Dragon Group. By then, Qin Jiang will become the sole overlord of the North."
As soon as these words were spoken,
the others tacitly agreed with this!
After all, Qin Jiang's rise was far too legendary, and Lin Group was already a defeated opponent of Black Dragon Group.
Who could believe that Lin Group would win?
Black Dragon Group winning was simply a matter of time...
...
At that moment, someone suddenly pointed into the distance and said, "Look quickly! Isn't that Chairman Qin's motorcade...?"
The others looked over.
Sure enough, they saw Qin Jiang's motorcade slowly driving past. Everyone's face was filled with awe yet devoid of fear. Although Black Dragon Group had many scary legends surrounding it, it had never bullied them.
Because of this point:
they only had reverence for Qin Jiang, with no terror!
It could be said that:
there were many legends about Qin Jiang in Songjiang!
But Qin Jiang's reputation in Songjiang was also very good!
...
In the car!
Qin Jiang did not care about the awe-filled gazes of the street vendors outside, nor did he know what they were discussing.
Of course, even if he knew, it wouldn't matter.
Wipe out Lin Group!
Wasn't that a given?
Black Dragon — Lin Group!
Long ago, only one could survive: both sides already held a mortal grudge, and if it weren't also a matter of principle, Qin Jiang would have already made a move.
Up front, Zhang Chi asked, "Brother Jiang! Where are we going?"
Qin Jiang: "To Songjiang Junction..."
Vroom...
The motorcade roared forward...
...
Songjiang Junction!
An old man wearing a duckbill cap was sitting on a small stool over an ice hole, fishing in a very suave manner.
Of course, he wasn't the only old man; there were quite a few other people fishing on both sides of him. Winter fishing was very popular in Songjiang, and there had always been plenty of fish at Songjiang Junction. Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, quite a few people fished here. The old man would also chat with the young man next to him from time to time.
"What kind of bait are you using... you're catching fish so fast..."
"Just ordinary bait! Old man! Your fishing skills are truly mediocre. I see you've been sitting here for almost two hours and haven't caught a single fish? Total skunked, huh?"
"I just had bad luck today... I never get skunked usually, and I never fish for small fry, only big fish."
"Ah... I believe you... I believe you..."
"Hey! What's with that look? I really ain't lying to you..."
"Look to your left and right, who around here hasn't caught a few fish except for you? How can I believe that! But I get it! The 'never get skunked' fish market, right!"
"You... I just didn't want to catch small fish."
"That's because nothing was biting at all, right?"
"Old man, let me tell you: fishing requires a lot of skill. Do you want to learn? I'll teach you. Your bait really isn't right right now; if your fishing skills won't cut it, you need your bait to make up for it. Since you suck at everything, how can you catch fish... Come! Let me teach you..."
The young man began explaining various fishing techniques to the old man, leaving the old man dumbfounded and listening in a daze.
It wasn't that he had never seen fishing experts—in fact, people even more awesome at fishing than this young man were everywhere, and there was no shortage of those who deliberately approached him to build connections. However, those people spoke to him with extreme caution and hidden utilitarian motives. Yet the young man in front of him spoke without any reservations and tore into him fiercely. This was his first time encountering such a thing. He could tell that the young man had no utilitarian motives and couldn't possibly know his identity, which satisfied him greatly: nowadays, it was rare to be able to contact people who had no vested interests tied to him.
For a moment,
the two showed signs of becoming fast friends despite their age gap...
Just at that moment,
vroom...
a roar sounded from the roadside, and Qin Jiang's motorcade drove over and stopped by the side of the road!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Quite a few young men dressed in black formal suits got out of the cars and quickly swarmed around the middle vehicle.
Then, under the gazes of many anglers, Qin Jiang stepped out of the car.
At that moment,
Qin Jiang's gaze swept across the many anglers below, and then locked onto the old man wearing the hat.
Immediately, he strode down.
Seeing this,
the anglers all instinctively stood up, grabbed their fishing creels, and left. The vast majority of them recognized Qin Jiang's identity; seeing Qin Jiang appear with so many people, how could they dare stay behind? Even those who didn't recognize Qin Jiang knew this was no place to linger upon seeing such a scene. Qin Jiang came to the old man's side, leaving only the old man and the young man next to him as the sole anglers in this entire area.
The young man looked at Qin Jiang and froze for a moment: he also recognized Qin Jiang's identity. Then, he instinctively glanced at the old man, vaguely guessing something, and immediately got up: "Well, I have some matters to attend to, so I'll leave first..."
The old man asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"
The young man replied, "Depends on the situation! If I'm free tomorrow, I'll come..."
The old man said, "Then young man, let's exchange contact information."
The young man said, "Ah... Okay..."
The young man quickly took out his phone to exchange contact details with the old man, then hoisted his fishing creel and left without any hesitation.
...
He got on the road, rode away on his electric scooter, and only let out a sigh of relief after getting quite far away. He muttered to himself, "I really didn't expect that person I ran into today was actually a big shot?"
That old man was someone capable of interacting with Qin Jiang.
Who was Qin Jiang?
In the current North, who didn't know him, who didn't recognize him.
Reasoning from this:
that old man's identity must be extraordinary. Thinking back to the words he had said to the old man earlier,
was it a bit too much...
He slapped himself lightly: "Zhou Guosheng, oh Zhou Guosheng! What are you thinking? What does his identity matter anyway?"
"He has nothing to do with you in the first place? Even if he's a top big boss with tens or hundreds of billions in net worth, so what? You and the other party are just fishing buddies, why think so much about it?"
He shook his head.
He stopped thinking about it further.
Buzz...
His phone suddenly rang. After answering it, his expression grew increasingly ugly: "Yinglan! I was just transferred to the meteorological station yesterday, aren't you being too hasty wanting to break up with me today...?"
An impatient voice came from the phone: "It's your own lack of effort, and you can't restrict me from moving toward a better life. Look at our classmate Wang Kai! He just got transferred to a position of real power and got promoted. Compared to him, you are just too pathetic..."
"We are broken up! Don't look for me anymore in the future, otherwise I'm afraid Wang Kai will misunderstand."
Beep, beep...
Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Zhou Guosheng's expression was extremely complicated, and then he smiled bitterly and left...
...
At this moment,
Qin Jiang looked at the old man sitting and fishing:
"Even the leader is fishing personally!"