Book of Fate 1-2

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The rising sun cast a slanting red glow, instantly illuminating the hillside, villas, and woods north of the small river.

Under the morning sun, a black Maserati GC (Grancabrio), a convertible sports car, sped along the deserted road, entering through the outermost gate of the enclosure and heading inwards.

There were no villas here, because the hundreds of acres of land at the foot of the mountain were privately owned, with rows of luxurious villas surrounded by black fences, their European-style designs, created by renowned designers, resembling works of art displayed on this secluded hillside.

The villas themselves were few in number; this enclosed land was mostly landscaped courtyards, with a large garden planted with roses, their neat rows of red roses blazing like fire in the sunlight.

It stood like an aristocrat on the hillside, surveying the small village across the river. Every time the villagers looked up, they were filled with awe, a feeling of looking up at a palace.

Because the owner of this modern estate was not just rich, but possessed far more than just money. The villagers had all heard his legends: the estate was riddled with surveillance cameras and electric fences, patrolled day and night by dozens of strong security guards, had ferocious hunting dogs, and even… supposedly, he kept leopards that had once mauled intruders, leaving them screaming in agony as they fled.

Such extravagance was certainly not for an ordinary person!

The villagers spread the word that this tycoon, who had connections in both the legal and illegal worlds, had started in the security industry but had a tainted background, had served time in prison, and whose security guards were all involved in organized crime. After he rose to power, he aggressively expanded into automobiles, real estate, film… his companies spanned dozens of industrial chains, and the money flowing in and out each month was astronomical!

Such a wealthy man, able to build his business empire from scratch, undoubtedly benefited from a confluence of favorable circumstances. However, various rumors had already circulated among the villagers.

Some said he started his fortune through shady dealings, his path fraught with bloodshed and treachery, leaving behind countless corpses beneath his mountains of gold and silver; others said he received government support, which allowed him to rise to prominence so quickly; still others said he used despicable means to seize all the assets of his wife's family, causing his father-in-law, who appreciated him, to be ruined; some even said he dreamt of lottery numbers, his wealth a divine gift…

Many rumors, fueled by people's curiosity, remained locked away within the beautiful manor, stimulating their imaginations…

A black luxury sports car pulled up in front of the main house. A well-dressed young man stepped out, robust and handsome, his gold-rimmed glasses softening his fierceness and adding a touch of competence. It was hard to imagine that this man in his early thirties was already the general manager of a large corporation.

The young man, briefcase in hand, gestured to the security guard and butler to park the car, then strode into the main house, passing through the opulent halls and arriving at the backyard.

Beside the lush green lawn was a square swimming pool, its water crystal clear. A splash, and a "mermaid" emerged from the water, her long, wet hair reflecting a youthful, beautiful face.

The woman walked up, wearing a red one-piece swimsuit; her slender waist swayed, her round hips moving with a captivating rhythm. Two small mounds of white flesh peeked out from under the swimsuit, moving rhythmically, water droplets clinging to them sliding down her thighs, making one's mouth dry.

Just as she came up, the young man passed by. She grabbed a towel from a chair by the pool, drying herself. "You're here to see him again? What's it about this time?"

The young man replied, "There's an official document; only his personal signature can approve it. Xiao Huo, why did you go swimming this morning? It's so cold." This girl, named Xiao Huo, was quite a character.

Xiao Huo, drying herself, said, "I'm a martial artist, after all, I'm not afraid." She vigorously rubbed her long hair, causing her large breasts to tremble, which the young man saw clearly.

The young man smiled and said, "Xiao Huo, how's your boyfriend?"

Xiao Huo stopped and said, "Too young. No chance."

The young man advised, "You're not getting any younger, it's time to get married."

Xiao Huo's gaze lingered on his face, and she said coquettishly, "You're not married yet, why should I be in a hurry? Anyway, he hasn't said anything, so don't rush me." She quickly dried herself and said, "Breakfast is almost ready, brother, I'll go with you to see him, and then we can have breakfast as a family."

Regardless of whether the young man agreed or not, she hooked her arm around his, pressed against his body, and said softly, "Okay, let's go." They left the pool together and went to the garden behind.

In the garden, beside a cluster of Carola roses, a tall figure stood alone, seemingly admiring the flowers in the morning light. He was over sixty years old, with gray hair, and leaned on a cane, yet he stood as straight and tall as a pine tree, showing no signs of aging.

A small fire brought the man, stuck out its tongue, and turned to leave. The young man felt a little helpless, but quickly composed himself and walked to the old man's side.

Many years had passed, and he himself had become a renowned and ruthless figure, whether in the business world or the underworld, but every time he saw his father, he couldn't help but feel nervous…

The young man stood before his father, his attitude respectful. The old man's gaze was fixed on the vibrant red roses, not glancing away, and he simply asked, "What is it?"

The young man nervously replied, "Dad, that development project in Malaysia, after two and a half years of negotiations, has finally been finalized. It's estimated that we will invest 35 billion, with the other party contributing land as a stake. The return on investment is expected in about seven years… This is the report; please take a look." He took the report from his briefcase and handed it to him.

The old man looked at his son's energetic and handsome face and said indifferently, "You're the general manager, you can make the decisions yourself." He didn't take the booklet, looking rather lazy.

The young man bowed and said respectfully, "Dad, this deal is too big. I've discussed it repeatedly with everyone, but I'm still unsure. I need your approval."

The old man grunted, then took the booklet and flipped through dozens of pages of documents in a few minutes. He said, "Give it a try. It's a good deal, you've done a good job, but there are a few things that need to be revised. First, the land the other party promised to provide, the usage period is..."

The young man quickly took out paper and pen and scribbled down his father's words. After finishing, he let out a long sigh, "Dad, you're really capable, so efficient."

The old man smiled and said, "No one is born knowing everything. This is the result of years of experience. You haven't been in charge of this business for long. As long as you work hard, you can do better than me in the future."

The young man agreed to everything and said, "Dad, there's one more thing I need to ask you about."

The old man remained silent, listening quietly.

“A company has appeared in the last few days, led by a Dutch-Chinese guy. They opened several nightclubs right away, competing with us and stealing our customers. Yesterday they even sent people to our place to frame us for drug trafficking. They're practically asking for trouble.” The young man took off his glasses, his face full of anger, like an enraged lion.

The old man didn't react much. Nightclubs and loan sharks were no longer important to his business. Even if he handed them all over, it wouldn't shake his foundation. What he needed to care about was the reactions from all sides.

“…How are everyone’s reactions?” the old man asked calmly.

The young man straightened his chest. "I've never encountered anyone so eager to die. The brothers are furious, itching for a fight. They're ready to make them disappear from here at your command. This time, not even a hand will be found."

Lowering his voice, the young man said, "Director Fang also said that as long as you, Dad, nod, he'll handle the aftermath and guarantee there won't be any trouble."

...These situations were within the old man's expectations. The ironclad empire he had built over decades was not something that could be easily broken down by outsiders.

...In last night's dream, he already knew who the other party was, why they had come, and what hidden cards and traps they held—it was definitely not just the little things displayed on the table.

...But...so what?

He, too, was hiding his claws to lure the enemy. If he had that intention, the other party would discover that his supposedly ingenious traps, his supposedly well-hidden strength, and his already-contracted allies would all be crushed to dust in an instant.

Because, compared to him now, they were merely weaklings that could be easily crushed with a single finger...If he had that intention...

The old man closed his eyes for a good ten seconds, and when he opened them again, his voice was as calm as still water.

"From this moment forward, dispose of all assets, including all stocks, companies, real estate, bars, casinos, nightclubs, etc., and transfer the funds to... England!"

"Yes... Ah? Dad!"

The young man was stunned, unable to believe what he was hearing. His father was only in his early sixties; it was impossible for him to have lost his mind so early. They were just a bunch of weak, disorganized rabble; they could have been crushed, or it wouldn't have mattered if they hadn't. Why...?

The old man looked up at the distant sky, where a few snow-white clouds drifted by, light and lively. Perhaps... life is nothing more than this...

...The green hills remain, the setting sun has reddened countless times. It's time to step away from the game we've long since grown tired of and seek something new. But...

the old man gazed at the white clouds and quietly said, "You know what? Lately, I've often thought that if your mother were still alive, I would rather have spent my whole life as a lowly repairman."

The young man was startled, standing quietly beside his father, watching the clouds drift by, letting his thoughts wander. Countless memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, time seemingly returning to decades ago, to that dilapidated little car factory, the beginning of everything...

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