Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide — Chapter 0116: A Cent, a Dime, a Dollar

Guo Zifeng looked at the red envelope before him, a cold sneer flickering across his face. Then he opened the envelopes from Qin Yang, Wang Qiang, and Zhou Ming.

A single cent, a dime, and a one-yuan coin.

The onlookers burst into uproarious laughter. Even if they had no money themselves, they would grit their teeth and give a little more. Yet Qin Yang had the nerve to present just a single cent. This wasn’t a wedding gift—it was an insult.

Guo Zifeng’s face darkened like iron. Were it not for the wedding day, he would have surely started a fight. “Zeng Qian, your classmates are truly stingy, showing up with such paltry sums, just looking to freeload.”

At that moment, Guo Zifeng glanced at Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi beside him. His eyes suddenly brightened, ready to strike up a conversation, but his father approached.

“Zifeng, some important business tycoons have arrived. Come with me to greet them.”

At first, the classmates had seen Qin Yang accompanied by two stunning beauties and thought he must have struck it rich. But now, it seemed that was all wishful thinking.

After all, he had been dumped by Zeng Qian back in university. What great success could he have achieved?

Qin Yang sat quietly, gazing outside, indeed spotting many familiar figures—Gong Hai, Yang Cong, Wang Hao, and many others he didn’t recognize. But clearly, they all knew him. Fortunately, Yang Cong had given them a heads-up; otherwise, this crowd might have stolen Guo’s thunder.

To Qin Yang’s surprise, the elderly master of the He family had also arrived, as if this Guo family wedding was being guarded under his watch.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, He Yiming scanned the unfamiliar faces. His eyes suddenly brightened upon seeing Qin Yang.

“There’s still an empty seat here. I shall take it.”

Guo Qilin did not object and instructed Guo Zifeng to take care of him.

At nine in the morning, the ceremony officially began, with music playing once again.

Suddenly, a snippet of audio from the earlier conversation between Guo Zifeng and Qin Yang surfaced online. Following this, the stock price of Guo Group experienced a slight fluctuation, though nothing too dramatic.

As gossip spread, rumors emerged that Guo Group was collaborating with major corporations, causing the stock to soar wildly.

Photos of the Beihai Sunshine Resort uploaded online sent the stock market into a frenzy.

Guo Qilin heard this and laughed heartily, unable to contain his joy.

Guo Zifeng was well aware of these developments. Seeing the cold glint in Qin Yang’s eyes, he knew the audio and video must have been deliberately leaked online.

Though the stock surge had earned Guo Group several hundred million yuan within a short time, he felt no pleasure. Picking up a glass of wine, he walked toward Qin Yang.

Along the way, he passed Zeng Qian and draped an arm around her as they walked.

When they passed Qin Yang, he lowered his voice. “Kid, now that you’re in Beihai, I won’t let you leave so easily. As I said before, I’ll make you feel despair—and your old flames will scream in agony beneath me. Just thinking about it is satisfying.”

Heh heh heh.

“Guo Zifeng, don’t get too cocky, or you might find yourself at a loss when life comes calling,” Qin Yang said with a smile, raising his glass. “One cent, yet able to enjoy such fine wine—impressive. Congratulations. I hope you get married every day so I can come by more often and improve my lifestyle.”

He Yiming was momentarily stunned by Qin Yang’s words, then shook his head. The world of young people these days was truly incomprehensible.

Zeng Qian’s face flushed bright red with anger. Marry every day? With whom? Today was her wedding, yet Qin Yang cursed her with divorce. A deep dislike grew in her heart.

The image she had once held of Qin Yang crumbled to dust.

“Qin Yang, I honestly don’t know how you muster the courage, or by what means you woo these two girls. Let me tell you, this man isn’t worth entrusting your lives to. He’s just a poor loser from the countryside, penniless and destitute.”

Ye Meier abruptly stood and left, her voice cold. “What business is that of yours?”

“I like Qin Yang. That’s my right. Just because you gave up on him doesn’t mean I will,” she declared.

Zhang Mengqi beside her was equally defiant. “Hmph. Just because you want to marry into a wealthy family doesn’t mean I’m willing to stoop to your level.”

Everyone stared in disbelief at these two boldly declaring their love—both girls! This was utterly insane!

Ye Meier glanced toward Gong Hai in the distance, nodded, and then made a call. “Begin.”

In a temporary rented building in Beihai,

A young, capable woman answered the call, her face full of helplessness. Given more time, she was sure she could have doubled the profits.

“Push up Guo Group’s stock price. Sell everything off in five minutes, then initiate short selling.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

The trader executed the plan unwaveringly. Everything was proceeding as planned.

Meanwhile, other parties received the signal and began discreetly selling off their shares in staggered fashion to avoid detection. Only by selling at the peak could their profits maximize.

Guo Zifeng looked at Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi, then fixed his gaze on Qin Yang with disdain. “Ladies, I am the eldest son of the Guo family. If you follow me, I guarantee you a life above all others.”

This was a blatant attempt to poach.

Zhang Mengqi, her temper flaring, splashed red wine from her glass. “What? Getting married today and already thinking about cheating? Your Guo family’s little estate probably isn’t worth looking at.”

Zeng Qian, furious to see Guo Zifeng openly flirting around, still tried to save face. “Oh, such big talk—you’re not afraid your tongue will slip in this wind?”

“Heh, the wind in Beihai is indeed strong today, but my little boat won’t capsize. As for your Guo family, that’s another matter.”

Zeng Qian’s eyes grew colder. “Hmph. I don’t think you came to offer congratulations. You’re here to cause trouble.”

Ye Meier stood, sneering. “You’re right. We’re definitely not here to celebrate.”

Wang Qiang suddenly grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it toward Guo Zifeng, startling everyone around.

Bang!

Guo Zifeng’s head was split open, blood gushing out. To see blood on the wedding day was an ominous sign.

Killing intent burned in Guo Zifeng’s eyes. “Kid, I’ll make you pay with your life.”

The classmates at the table, stunned, never expected the gentle Wang Qiang to strike so fiercely.

“Hmph, wanting me dead? Not so easy. I’ll say it now,” Wang Qiang stood tall, eyes sweeping the crowd with fierce dominance. “Today, I’ll turn this joyous occasion into a funeral.”

“Guo Zifeng, you owe me two lives. Today, I’ll take the whole Guo family down with you.”

Zhou Ming sat dumbfounded beside him. What was going on? Hadn’t the third brother already tried to calm the eldest? How was the fire still burning so fiercely?