Chapter 177: Seizing Control of the Roth Family

"Qin Feng, don't go too far!"

Douglas shouted, putting up a bold front. "Our Rothschild family is not to be trifled with!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, turning his gaze toward Avril.

"Tell them who calls the shots in the Rothschild family now."

Avril walked up to Francis, tossed a file directly into his face, and said coldly, "Open your dog eyes and look closely. This is what I just received—the transfer agreement for eighty percent of the Rothschild family's overseas assets. As of now, I am the majority shareholder of the Rothschild family!"

Douglas and Francis picked up the document and inspected it. Their complexions instantly turned ashen.

The signatures on the paper were indeed the handwriting of those old fogies in the Rothschild family. In other words, they were now truly stray dogs!

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

Francis shrieked hysterically. "You must have coerced them, didn't you?!"

"Coerced?"

Qin Feng sneered.

"Francis, you are far too naive."

A flicker of disgust crossed Avril's eyes.

"Those old fossils in the family had long been dissatisfied with you. Did you really think they were unaware of the dirty schemes you pulled outside? I merely dropped a slight hint to them, and they couldn't wait to sell you out in exchange for my forgiveness."

Francis collapsed onto the floor, his eyes hollow. He knew he was finished, utterly and completely finished.

He had lost everything—his wealth, his status, his family, and even his dignity, which had been trampled beneath Qin Feng's feet.

Looking at Francis, who was reduced to the state of a beaten dog, Qin Feng felt not a shred of pity. He never showed mercy to his enemies.

"Avril, clean this up properly."

Qin Feng said indifferently, turning to leave the room.

Avril understood immediately. She walked over to Francis and looked down at him from above. "From this moment on, the Rothschild family has nothing to do with you. Get out of my sight, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Douglas and Francis slunk out of the hotel in disgrace. Having lost everything, they eventually ended up on the streets, reviled like street rats, despised by everyone.

Having settled the matter with the Rothschild family, Qin Feng decided to return to his homeland.

Before his departure, Avril sought him out.

"Qin Feng."

Avril stood before him, her golden hair draped over her shoulders, breathtakingly gorgeous.

"What are your plans for the future?"

"Heading back home, what else?"

Qin Feng looked at her with an amused smile. This woman was asking the obvious.

"I mean, once you return home, what do you plan to do?" Avril shot him a sidelong glance and added.

"What else could I plan to do? Keep running my antique shop, naturally." Qin Feng shrugged, putting on a casual tone.

"Have you ever thought about starting your own business?" Avril suddenly asked.

"Starting a business?"

Qin Feng paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it, I have no interest in such things."

"I plan to open a branch in the country," Avril said, fixing her intense gaze on him. "Will you help me?"

Qin Feng frowned slightly. He knew Avril wanted to repay him, but he had no desire to accept charity.

"Avril, you don't have to do this."

Qin Feng said earnestly.

"I've already put the affair with the Rothschild family behind me, and you don't need to dwell on it either."

"I'm not doing this to repay you." Avril interrupted him.

"I genuinely need your help. You know I'm not familiar with the domestic situation, and besides, the market in the Great Xia is thriving right now. Even if it weren't for you, I would still go."

"Very well. Since Miss Avril has made up her mind, how could I possibly have any room to object?"

Qin Feng smiled and shook his head. This woman certainly acted with whirlwind speed.

"That's more like it."

Avril flashed a charming smile, her golden hair and blue eyes gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"Don't forget the promise you made me when the time comes."

"Rest assured, I won't forget." Qin Feng waved a hand and turned toward the boarding gate.

Watching Qin Feng's retreating back, a complex look flashed through Avril's eyes.

Returning to Jianghai City, the familiar bustle rushed over him. Qin Feng took a deep breath; the scent of home was truly wonderful.

Though this trip abroad had been brief, he had experienced a great deal, which only made him cherish his present life all the more.

After tidying up briefly, Qin Feng headed out.

He intended to visit Lin Wanting first. He wondered if this young lady had missed him.

Jade Pavilion, situated in the most bustling commercial street of Jianghai City, boasted an antique storefront that stood out conspicuously among the surrounding towering skyscrapers.

"Well, well, if it isn't big boss Qin! How did you finally find the heart to return?"

As soon as Qin Feng stepped into the shop, a familiar voice reached his ears, carrying a trace of playful banter.

The speaker was a slightly plump middle-aged man named Fatty Wang, a regular patron of Jade Pavilion and an old acquaintance of Qin Feng.

"Brother Wang, please don't mock me. What boss? I'm just a working stiff."

Qin Feng greeted him with a smile.

"Oh, cut the act, kid. Who doesn't know that you're a man of substantial fortune now?"

Fatty Wang said with a wink and a nudge.

Qin Feng's exploits had long since spread throughout the antique circle, especially his capture of the title of the Jade King, which had sparked envy, jealousy, and hatred in countless people.

"Just good luck, that's all," Qin Feng said modestly.

"Luck is part of one's strength, you know." Fatty Wang laughed heartily.

"Tell me, are you here to buy or sell jade today?"

"Neither, I'm here to see Wanting," Qin Feng replied.

"Ah, so you're here to see the big boss Lin."

Fatty Wang deliberately drew out his tone and said meaningfully, "I must say, you're quite something, kid. The girl is utterly devoted to you, and yet you spend all your time running around outside, not even worried someone might snatch her away."

"Brother Wang, please spare me the jokes," Qin Feng said, feeling a bit awkward.

"I'm dead serious. Let me tell you, recently there have been quite a few people inquiring about Wanting, and quite a few young talents among them. You'd better pick up the pace."

Fatty Wang spoke with earnest concern.

Qin Feng frowned slightly, feeling a mild discomfort in his chest. However, he didn't dwell on it, merely offering a faint smile as he said, "Brother Wang, I'll go find Wanting now."

With that, he walked straight toward the counter.

"Hey, you brat..." Fatty Wang wanted to say more, but Qin Feng was already walking away.

"This guy, why isn't he the least bit anxious?" Fatty Wang shook his head with a helpless expression.

"Qin Feng? When did you get back?!"

Lin Wanting was organizing the counter when she suddenly saw Qin Feng standing before her. She froze for a moment, and then a surge of overwhelming joy welled up in her heart.

"What, aren't you glad to see me back?"
Qin Feng looked at the person he had been yearning for day and night, his heart turning soft.

"Who... who said I'm not glad to see you?"

Lin Wanting's pretty face flushed slightly as she put on a composed front, though her slightly trembling voice betrayed her true emotions at that moment.

"Then why are you still standing there in a daze? Won't you treat me to a cup of tea?" Qin Feng said with a smile, his gaze as gentle as water.