bioinnovel Chapter 93 Qin Xiao!
Chapter 93 Qin Xiao!
The deathly silence in the hall was shattered by Butler Wang's shout.
Nie Zhenbang's face, which had just calmed down, instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Today is the 80th birthday of the old lady of the Nie family. All the important people in the capital are here. How dare someone come to the door to collect a debt?
This isn't just a slap in the face to the Nie family; it's like they're digging up their ancestral graves!
"What's the panic!"
Nie Zhenbang slammed his teacup on the table, spilling tea all over the floor. "I'll hold the sky up if it falls!"
"Make things clear: who's here to collect the debt? And what debt are they collecting?"
Butler Wang, clutching his bleeding forehead, pointed tremblingly outside the door: "It's...it's the Qin family! Those soldiers from the Qin family! They drove up in several large trucks, all old green ones, and dozens of men got out, carrying a lot of big red boxes. They said...they said they're here to make us fulfill our promise from back then, to 'demand' people back!"
Despicable?
Everyone present was shrewd; they understood immediately.
This isn't about collecting debts; this is about forcing someone into marriage!
The Qin family of the capital is a true military family, unlike the Nie family which is a merchant family. They hold real power and influence.
Back then, in order to find a protector for the Nie family, Old Master Nie arranged a marriage between his children and the Qin family. The betrothed was Qin Xiao, the eldest grandson of the Qin family who served in the special forces.
Nie Qingcheng's face instantly turned cold, and she instinctively gripped Zhang Yan's arm tightly.
"What a grand display."
Nie Qingcheng sneered, "Are you here to offer birthday wishes or to cause trouble?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of heavy, orderly footsteps came from outside the door.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
That was the sound of military boots stepping on the bluestone slabs, each step feeling like it was stepping on one's heart, carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.
Immediately afterwards, a group of burly men in camouflage training uniforms carried in eight large mahogany boxes, their faces expressionless.
"Bang!"
The box landed, shaking the ground three times.
A man wearing a black tactical vest and sporting a buzz cut emerged from behind the crowd.
The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, a full 1.9 meters tall, with muscles that made his clothes bulge, and a pendant made of bullet casings hanging around his neck.
His skin was dark, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. The sheer presence he exuded made all the rich kids in the room look like quails.
Qin Xiao.
He's known as "Mad Dog" in Beijing's social circles. I heard he carried out top-secret missions on the border and his hands are actually stained with blood.
"Grandpa Nie, Grandma Nie."
Qin Xiao didn't bow, but simply nodded slightly, his voice rough like sandpaper, "Qin Xiao is late."
"But you can't blame me. It was because I was preparing this carload of 'dowry' for Grandma that I was delayed a bit."
He waved his hand.
Several men stepped forward and opened the eight large boxes with a few "clicks".
The golden light almost blinded everyone.
bullion.
Eight boxes of gold bars in total.
Without any fancy craftsmanship, it is simply the most basic, the most direct, and the most visually striking gold.
"It's a bit tacky."
Qin Xiao grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "But we soldiers don't have that many tricks up our sleeves; we just know this thing is practical."
"This ton of gold is a gift for Qingcheng."
One ton of gold!
At the current gold price, that's worth hundreds of millions!
Just moments ago, Nie Fan was being suppressed by Zhang Yan because of the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" painting, but now, as if he had seen his own father, he immediately jumped out from the corner.
"Brother Xiao! You've finally arrived!"
Nie Fan fawned over him, "It has to be you! Such generosity, such grandeur!"
"Unlike some gigolos who try to fool people with a piece of paper!"
Qin Xiao glanced at him, ignored him, and fixed his gaze on Nie Qingcheng, bypassing everyone else.
When he saw Nie Qingcheng clinging tightly to Zhang Yan's arm, a dangerous glint flashed in his hawk-like eyes.
"A beauty that could topple a city".
Qin Xiao took a step forward, the stench of blood hitting him immediately. "I heard you found a gigolo in Jianghai?"
"Playing around is one thing, but bringing him back to an occasion like today, isn't that a bit disrespectful to the Qin family?"
Nie Qingcheng was not afraid at all. She took a step forward and stood in front of Zhang Yan.
"Qin Xiao, watch your mouth."
Nie Qingcheng raised her chin like a mother lioness protecting her cubs, "He is my man, not some gigolo."
"Also, that engagement was arranged by the older generation, and I never agreed to it."
"Take your gold and get out."
"Your man?"
Qin Xiao chuckled and finally fixed his gaze on Zhang Yan.
He looked him up and down, his eyes filled with disdain as if he were looking at a weak chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
"this one?"
Qin Xiao pointed at Zhang Yan, "He's as skinny as a monkey, what can he do? Can he carry a gun? Or kill someone?"
"Qingcheng, what you need is a man who can protect you, not a useless guy who just hides under women's skirts and draws."
Nie Zhenbang sat in the main seat, stroking his Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, squinting his eyes and remaining silent.
This is the effect he wanted.
Talent?
Zhang Yan has it.
But in this dog-eat-dog world, talent alone is not enough.
Without matching strength or background, talent can be the root of trouble.
Qin Xiao was the best touchstone.
Zhang Yan sighed.
He threw the orange peel in his hand into the trash can, clapped his hands, and slowly stood up.
I said…
Zhang Yan looked at Qin Xiao, his tone somewhat helpless, "Do all of you have something wrong with you?"
"Why do we have to talk about fighting and killing when we meet instead of discussing art and life?"
"Art?"
Qin Xiao, as if he'd heard a joke, strode up to Zhang Yan, looking down at him condescendingly, "Kid, in the face of absolute power, art is nothing but a fart!"
I'll give you a chance.
Qin Xiao held up three fingers and waved them in front of him.
"Come with me to the yard and practice."
"If you can hold your own for three minutes without collapsing under my weight, then I'll admit you deserve to stand here."
"otherwise……"
Qin Xiao suddenly leaned closer, his voice low and ruthless.
"Get out of the capital and never let me see you again in this lifetime."
The atmosphere in the hall froze instantly.
Everyone got excited.
The verbal battle turned into a physical one!
This is much more exciting than looking at paintings!
Who is Qin Xiao?
That's a top-tier special forces soldier!
I heard that he once single-handedly took down more than a dozen knife-wielding thugs.
And what about Zhang Yan?
Although he is tall, he looks very polite and gentle, just like a college student.
This is hardly a friendly competition.
This is clearly a one-sided massacre!
"Zhang Yan, don't agree to him!"
Nie Qingcheng panicked and grabbed Zhang Yan's hand tightly. "He's crazy, he doesn't know his own strength! We won't fight him, I'm calling the police right now!"
"Call the police?"
Qin Xiao laughed loudly, "Qingcheng, what can the police do about what happens in our circle?"
"Besides, if you're a man, don't hide behind a woman!"
Nie Fan chimed in sarcastically, "Yeah, weren't you quite the talker just now?"
"What, you're chickening out when it really comes down to it?"
"If you're scared, kneel down and kowtow three times to Brother Xiao. Brother Xiao is magnanimous and will definitely let you go!"
Zhang Yan looked at the room full of people waiting to see the show, and then at Nie Qingcheng, who looked anxious.
He laughed suddenly.