Chapter 1267 - 1267: Collective Loss of Reason

"Qingyue sis, are you... alright?"

By the window, the little girl and Lu Yao looked at Du Qingyue with some concern.

Du Qingyue waved her hand, turned around, and said heavily, "Something's not right!"

"A father coming to see his daughter, what's wrong with that?" Lu Yao asked, puzzled.

"My situation is a bit special, I'll explain it to you slowly later. It's definitely suspicious that he chose this particular time." Du Qingyue emphasized again.

She closed her eyes, gradually falling into deep thought.

After a while, she suddenly opened her eyes and slowly said, "I understand now..."

The little girl and Lu Yao glanced at each other, neither speaking a word.

Du Qingyue organized her thoughts slightly and said, "The first time Xiao Feng went to the Bai Family, he told me he saw... my dad there.

Later, when I got injured and was hospitalized, my dad came to see me, and our conversation confirmed that he indeed has some connection with the Bai Family."

"I got it!" The little girl's eyes lit up, making a decisive statement, "This must be under Bai Huanyu's instructions.

He sent his son Bai Tieniu over; we could easily send him away.

But if the person who comes is Qingyue sis's father, we can't treat him like Bai Tieniu; otherwise, Qingyue sis's reputation will be damaged."

"That makes sense!" Lu Yao nodded in agreement.

However, Du Qingyue shook her head slowly and said, "If it were just about reputation damage, I wouldn't care, but I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Just then, Jiang Yixin opened the door and entered with a solemn expression, "Qingyue, your dad said he's here to have a drink with Xiao Feng."

Du Qingyue nodded lightly, "As expected, he still wants to confirm if Xiao Feng is home."

"I'll call brother Xiao Feng right now and ask him what to do next," the little girl said, taking out her phone.

"No need!" Du Qingyue stopped her, "We can't rely on him to solve everything."

The little girl paused, then nodded, "You're right. If we rely on brother Xiao Feng for everything, it makes us seem useless."

Lu Yao and Jiang Yixin also nodded, agreeing to handle the situation themselves.

"As the saying goes, 'United we stand, divided we fall!'

As long as we sisters are united today, we can still move that mountain!"

The little girl clenched her small fists, full of ambition.

"Alright, stop just shouting slogans, the urgent task is to come up with a strategy." Jiang Yixin said solemnly.

Du Qingyue smiled slightly, "I already have a rough plan..."

With that, she laid out her plan.

After reaching a consensus on its feasibility, the four women pooled their wisdom to refine the plan and fill in any gaps.

...

Kyoto, Zhonghui Hotel conference room.

Xiao Feng and Hua Ling, each carrying a backpack, huddled together, whispering under the watchful eyes of the rich young masters.

"Hahahahaha!" Hua Ling laughed wantonly, "Who would've thought, I'm a little rich lady now too, hahaha!"

"Don't get carried away, watch your voice!" Xiao Feng sternly reminded her.

Inside the backpacks, most were watches, with some rings and finger rings, but surprisingly few bank cards.

The value of each watch, without exception, started at millions, all famous luxury models.

"This little loot feels like a loss!" Xiao Feng said, face full of disappointment.

Hua Ling, however, hugged the backpack tightly, pursing her lips, "Come on, how much is enough then?"

Just then, Xiao Feng suddenly stood up, angrily saying, "Who needed supercars?"

"Huh?"

"Huh what?" Xiao Feng said in a bad mood, "I asked who needed supercars?"

"I never said I wanted supercars." Hua Ling looked completely innocent, confused by Xiao Feng's sudden excitement.

"Shut up!" Xiao Feng barked and cupped his hands toward the rich young masters, "Sorry to make you laugh, everyone, don't worry, we have no intention of asking for supercars."

The rich young masters almost burst into tears, feeling like they had encountered robbers!

First they took our watches, now they're practically asking openly for supercars, do they really take us for fools?

However, they heard Xiao Feng say, "Here's the thing, we want to expand our personnel now, and I happen to have two spots open, not sure if any of you would like to join us?"

Upon hearing this, the rich young masters all got excited.

Though they'd lost a valuable luxury watch, for them it's not too big a loss.

If they could join this organization that their family elders warned them to absolutely avoid offending...

Right away, someone raised a hand, "I want to join!"

Once there's a first, a second follows.

Soon nearly everyone in the conference room had raised their hands, except Pei Dengke, who remained sitting like an immovable mountain.

The person beside him curiously asked, "You don't want to join?"

"I can't compete with you all." Pei Dengke said blandly, though with some suspicion in his heart.

Did my grandfather also go through something similar when he joined the Demon Suppression Action Team?

As the atmosphere in the conference room heated up, Xiao Feng nodded satisfactorily, casually taking a watch from his bag, and checking the time, "Time is tight, spots are limited.

Now, I'll tell you the conditions for securing a spot.

Actually, it's simple, not ninety-nine eight, not one sixty-eight... er, I misspoke.

Not supercars, not cash dollars, but only if you offer something you believe is enough to secure your spot."

After speaking, he made a gesture very familiar to the rich young masters...

The rich young masters were all left speechless, but quick-minded nonetheless.

Offer something you think is enough to secure a spot...?

The key should be in the "something" part.

An antique vase?

Ceramics and jade artifacts?

Or gold bricks and silver bricks?

Wei Jianhua was the first to react, raising his hand, "I'm willing to offer five gold bricks, each weighing ten kilograms, is that enough to secure a spot?"

Xiao Feng mentally gave Wei Jianhua a thumbs up, with a calm expression saying, "That should be enough, in theory, but it depends on what others can offer."

The rich young masters exchanged glances and immediately scrambled to shout.

"I have a painting from the Tang Dynasty at home!"

"My grandfather has a jade stem pipe!"

"My dad has a vase from a Song Dynasty official kiln in his study..."

For a moment, the conference room was like a wealth exhibition, with all sorts of luxury items proclaimed from the mouths of the rich young masters, truly lively!

Xiao Feng raised his palm, pressing downward, and after the rich young masters quieted down, he said, "What you have at home is your business.

I need items that can be brought here, within twenty minutes.

Now, you can contact your family to send items here, and in twenty minutes, the spots will be allocated."

Hearing they only had twenty minutes, the rich young masters got anxious, with some calling, some sending texts, racing against time to contact their families.

Seeing this scene, Hua Ling couldn't help but have a dazed look.

Why did these second-generation rich kids suddenly act as if they'd lost their minds?