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Today's incident was actually dealt with very fairly by Mr. Yuan, without bias. If there were intentions to favor one side, the public car smashing could have been characterized as very serious. On the lighter side, it would simply be a civil dispute, and both parties would settle by compensating each other for the losses.

"Mr. Yuan, thank you for this time," Suming stood up, shaking hands with the deputy political commissar.

"Hehehe, don't mention it, don't mention it. We're all businessmen, harmony brings wealth. You're so young; everyone should try to avoid conflicts and focus on making more money," he said with a laugh. Perhaps influenced by Mr. Huang, the deputy political commissar laughed heartily as he spoke, giving off a friendly demeanor. He nodded towards Nangong Yan, "Little Nangong, how's your father's health lately? The last time I went to the city for a meeting, we chatted briefly. He seemed so happy I thought he was getting a promotion. Only later did I learn he had found a great son-in-law. Now, seeing your boyfriend today, it's clear he's a promising young man, no wonder your dad is so happy."

Nangong Yan chuckled inwardly at this. The deputy political commissar actually wasn't that close with her father; they merely knew each other. If anyone not in the know heard Mr. Yuan's words, they might think their relationship was quite solid.

Old Yuan indeed had a way with words. Instead of praising Nangong Yan's beauty, he complimented Suming directly, which pleased her even more. Smiling broadly, she said, "Uncle Yuan, my dad often speaks of you. And today, we've troubled you again. As the younger generation, a simple 'thank you' seems insufficient. I'll tell my dad; he should come to thank you in person."

Mr. Yuan waved his hand and chuckled, "Su, Mr. Huang is still in the office. If you two have no other business, why not pay a visit to old Huang?"

Though phrased as a question, there was little room for negotiation in his tone. After speaking, he stood up and led the way. It seemed Mr. Huang wanted to see Suming and Nangong Yan.

"Okay," Suming and Nangong Yan exchanged glances and followed him.

Mr. Huang was reading the newspaper in his office. After greeting the guests and exchanging a few words with the deputy political commissar, Mr. Yuan found an excuse to leave. Now only three people remained in the office. Mr. Huang stood up and amiably prepared a cup of tea for each, Suming and Nangong Yan.

"Thank you, Uncle Huang," Nangong Yan was sweet-tongued. Anyone who helped was affectionately referred to as "uncle" behind their back.

Huang then discussed some family matters with Nangong Yan before sitting down with his tea, smiling and saying nothing. Suming gave Nangong Yan a look; she caught on and stood up, finding an excuse to leave. She said she was going to keep Shen Ying company at the station as she was afraid to be alone, and then exited the office.

Now only two people were left in the office, Suming was the first to broach a topic: "Mr. Huang, thank you for this time."

"No need for thanks. What you did was a bit excessive; of course, they hit someone first. You're young, a bit impulsive, your considerations weren't thorough, but that's understandable. In the end, aside from two cars, no other personal or property damage occurred."

Mr. Huang laughed, "Everyone has been young once, acting rashly out of passion for a beautiful face is only natural. However, this kind of incident should only happen occasionally. I have a good relationship with Nangong's father and several uncles; I might be considered one of your elders, so to speak..."

Suming hurriedly added, "Definitely an elder, no doubt about it, heh heh."

Mr. Huang nodded, "Then I'll speak to you from an elder's perspective. You know your current status; there's no need for me to elaborate. You're also aware of how hard it is to get to where you are. To be honest, if it weren't for your enterprise and fame laid out in front of me, I'd hardly believe such an incredible person existed."

Suming nodded and smiled. "Most of it is luck. Uncle Huang, you flatter me..."

"It's not flattery; this is the real deal. Anyway, in my whole life, I've never seen anyone rise from nothing as quickly as you have."

Mr. Huang's expression turned serious as he continued, "It's precisely because it's not easy, because it's rare, that you should cherish it even more. It's good for young people to be vigorous and diligent, but the rigid can easily break. Too many young talents have not been ruined by their enemies, but have fallen because of their own sharpness."

Strictly speaking, this was the first time old Huang and Suming had met today. Although he called him uncle affectionately, their relationship wasn't deep. After all, he and the Nangong Family were not in a superior-subordinate relationship, and they didn't even work in the same jurisdiction, so their work interactions were limited.

The relationship wasn't deep, but there was no conflict either, so Suming understood that old Huang's seemingly 'meddlesome' words were actually coming from a place of kindness, for Suming's own good.

Not one to be ungrateful, Suming stood up and said solemnly, "Mr. Huang, regarding today's matter, to speak the truth, I had considered the worst consequences and understood that it would affect my reputation and lead to unfavorable outcomes. However, when it involved Nangong Yan, I was ready to risk it all."

"Please have a seat," Mr. Huang said with a cheerful wave, signaling Suming to sit down. Once he had taken his seat again, Mr. Huang said, "No wonder Chief Nangong is happy; he's found the right son-in-law. Little Nangong is fortunate indeed! I understand what you mean. Like I said before, a man would rage under his crown for a beloved woman. Back in my school days, I, too, fought for a girlfriend."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, thought for a moment, and then stuffed them back into the drawer with a smile. "Actually, I personally don't like those nouveaux riches who stop treating others—or even themselves—like human beings once they get a little money. However, I know Mr. Guo, the CEO of Baoye Group. He's reliable in his conduct and dealings, not that kind of person at all. Do you have any conflicts with him?"

Suming knew about the Baoye Group, the largest local real estate company in Yangchuan City, a public company with assets in the billions.

"That bald guy is not the CEO of Baoye Group, right?" Suming asked.

"No, he's just a contractor under Baoye Group. However, that plump woman is indeed Mr. Guo's sister," said Huang.

Upon reflection, Suming realized that his business scope did not conflict with Baoye Group. His newly established real estate company, although in the same industry, was not even close to the scale of Baoye Group and could not possibly be a competitor. Besides, if he had to take a stab in the dark just because they were in the same industry, then he might as well change his profession to a hitman—was there even a point in doing business?
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"I have no dealings with Baoye, so there shouldn't be any conflicts," Suming confirmed.

"Oh, then that's simple. Mr. Guo's sister is not an easy person; she's always causing trouble for him," Huang said, shaking his head and giving a knowing look.

Suming understood both the explicit and the implicit message. Huang was hinting that the other party had a strong brother and it would be best to let the matter rest and not bring it up again.

Suming didn't really care. He had vented his anger, and paying a little compensation, though not directly to the party involved but to the repair shop, was nothing. Of course, if they were unrelenting, then that was a different matter—he still had a recording in his pocket.