Super Tycoon: I Beg You, Stop Pulling Stunts

Zhu Yixian quickly realized something might be wrong and asked in a low, slightly nervous voice.

"It’s nothing."

"Keep an eye on him."

"I’m going inside to say hello."

Zhu Yaohui said thoughtfully, taking a deep breath. Then he strode inside, a disarmingly warm smile on his face.

After greeting a few regular clients he knew, he nonchalantly made his way toward Qian Zhi.

Qian Zhi, who looked to be around fifty and had the air of a handsome older man, was currently flirting with a caddie, cheekily reading the young woman’s palm.

"Ahem."

Zhu Yaohui let out a soft cough. He appeared at his side with a pleasant smile. "Old Qian, can I steal you for a moment? I need to discuss something serious with you. Come on, let’s talk outside."

Qian Zhi glanced at him, a flicker in his eyes, but he drawled lazily, "What is it? Just say it here. As you can see, I’m busy."

He was putting on airs.

"Oh, come on. It’s really important. I need your help with something."

Zhu Yaohui’s smile grew even brighter as he reached out and patted Qian Zhi’s shoulder.

The smile on Qian Zhi’s face instantly froze. He looked up at him, annoyed. "I said, wait! What’s your problem?"

Even though he was talking to the Vice President of the Mission Hills Group, he showed no respect, even reprimanding him on the spot.

His loud voice drew the attention of quite a few people.

Zhu Yaohui pressed his lips together in a helpless smile and waved the female caddie away.

The young woman was frightened. Recognizing one of the Group’s top executives was having a conflict with a client, she naturally obeyed the executive. She quickly pulled her hand back and backed away, her heart trembling with fear.

Qian Zhi shot to his feet, glaring at him with a sinister look. "What do you think you’re doing?"

"What? Heh. Did I hit on your girl?"

His voice grew louder.

It attracted even more attention.

Even Lin Chu couldn’t help but look over.

’Are they really fighting over a woman in a place like this?’

He drew a sharp breath.

’How moronic.’

Zhu Yaohui stared at him, his gaze intense but his smile unwavering. "That’s not it. I really do have something important to discuss. Come on, let’s go outside. It’s not convenient to talk here."

"I’m not going!"

"I’m the damn customer!"

"Is this how your big establishment treats its guests?!"

Qian Zhi was furious, acting like a complete rogue. ’The customer is always right,’ he seemed to think. He plopped back down into his chair, spreading his legs wide in an imposing posture, and beckoned to the caddie. "You! Get over here!"

In situations like this, it often came down to a battle of wills.

Zhu Yaohui was at his wit’s end. After a moment’s thought, he leaned down and whispered in his ear, "The police are looking for you. Don’t make a scene. I don’t want to blow this up. Come on, let’s go outside."

At these words, Qian Zhi’s pupils contracted sharply. He went limp as a deflated balloon, completely frozen.

He looked up.

Staring in utter disbelief.

"Ugh..."

He clutched his chest as if having a heart attack. His hand trembled as he fumbled in his pocket, and his body went stiff before sliding off the chair.

Seeing this, Zhu Yaohui was shocked. He quickly bent down to catch him, laid him flat on the ground, and yelled, "Medics! Quickly! It looks like a heart attack!"

He quickly fumbled in Qian Zhi’s pockets, looking for his emergency heart medication.

Someone nearby immediately brought over a glass of water from a table.

It was sudden, unexpected chaos.

Wang Huating, being a doctor, instinctively hurried over at the sight.

After a moment’s thought, Lin Chu also got up and followed.

"It’s a heart attack. He has his medicine, give it to him first!"

Wang Huating directed the scene with perfect composure, not panicking in the slightest.

It wasn’t a major crisis. As long as he had his medication on him, he would be fine after taking it.

However.

Just then, a group of people hurried in from the entrance.

They completely surrounded the area around Qian Zhi.

They were in plain clothes, but their bearing made it clear they were police officers.

"Everyone, please remain calm. President Qian is connected to a case, and these officers are here to ask him some questions. I was trying to escort him outside, but I didn’t expect to startle him like this."

Zhu Yaohui explained quickly and loudly, a note of resignation in his voice.

He was furious that something like this had happened at the club.

The main source of his anger was that if Old Qian had just listened and stepped outside with him, the other clients in the lounge wouldn’t have been disturbed. But no, he had to throw a fit over a pointless battle of egos, and now... all semblance of dignity was gone!

And it was affecting all the other clients at the club!

Two plainclothes officers had already restrained Qian Zhi and cuffed him.

The emergency medication had revived Qian Zhi, but he remained as limp as a dead fish, lying stiff and dazed on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.

’He knew better than anyone what he had done.’

’The moment they came for him, he knew it was over.’

...

—Some people’s fortunes really can turn on a dime.

This whole drama left Lin Chu feeling quite emotional. It was certainly exciting.

A live arrest!

Just then, however, Lin Chu’s gaze flickered. He saw the middle-aged police officer leading the team staring at him with sharp eyes. The man looked somewhat familiar.

’Hm?’

’Holy shit!’

’It’s Yang Huixian’s Uncle Nine!’

’I met him once when I went to look at that plot of land!’

’Even though I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve got to admit, seeing him here still makes me a little nervous.’

However, Lin Chu quickly composed himself and gave the man a polite, casual smile.

Lin Chu had no intention of greeting him, though.

’Stay away.’

’Stay as far away as possible.’

’I won’t bother you, so you don’t bother me.’

But the man walked right over, smiling as he clapped Lin Chu on the shoulder. "Well, look at you. Your business must be doing well. Playing golf now, are we?"

Lin Chu: "..."

He scratched his head and made pleasant small talk with a smile. "Uncle Nine, good to see you. Are you leading the team on a mission today?"

Uncle Nine sniffed but didn’t answer Lin Chu’s question. Instead, his gaze swept across the room as he said with a smile, "It’s all right, everyone. Please, carry on. President Qian is involved in a case from over a decade ago. It’s an old one, nothing major. We’re just here to ask him a few questions. This has nothing to do with any of you. I apologize for ruining the mood."

"He just returned to the country today and was scheduled to leave again tonight. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have come so urgently. My apologies, President Zhu. I hope you can overlook this."

His words were flawless and left no room for argument.

What else could Zhu Yaohui say?

He could only sigh and say, "You’ve really caused me a lot of trouble. I hope something like this doesn’t happen again."

He spoke firmly. He would cooperate, but he had his own dignity to maintain.

After all, the Zhu Family had plenty of powerful connections.

"Uncle Nine" laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Of course, of course. You run your business legitimately. A clear conscience is a good pillow, as they say. Today was a very special case. And I think this is a fine golf club. This nephew of mine plays here often, doesn’t he?"

He was trying his best to mitigate the negative impact, as the arrest was already complete.

Besides, who knew what kind of influence the people here wielded? There was no need to stir up unnecessary trouble.

One had to be principled in their work, but also flexible and adaptable.

Lin Chu glanced at him, realizing what was happening. ’This "Uncle Nine" is using me as a screen,’ he thought. ’But it’s not a bad thing. In fact, it might even be good for me.’

It was like he was being draped in a tiger’s skin.

"Alright, alright, Uncle Nine."

Lin Chu had reverted to his relaxed, easygoing demeanor, even teasing him a little. "Next time you’re going to arrest someone, give me a heads-up so I can tell my buddies to run."

’Dammit, I’m the one with a clear conscience here!’

Uncle Nine: "?"

"What kind of nonsense is that! So flippant, show some respect! Go play your golf!"

He reprimanded him, but he could sense that this young man was truly bold, had high emotional intelligence, and knew how to seize an opportunity.

But since the mission was complete, a little joke didn’t hurt. It might even lighten the mood.

Lin Chu chuckled. "Alright. Say, why don’t you stay for a round? My treat. Treating my own elder here shouldn’t be a breach of discipline, right?"

He: "..."

He waved his hand dismissively.

"Forget it!"

"I don’t know how!"

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