Transmigrating into a Book: The Wealthy Relatives of the Antagonist Family Return

Chapter 142

Su Ning saw that he was genuinely astonished.

But seeing Second Uncle Guan looking as if he had seen a ghost, and simultaneously hearing a "ding" in her mind, she raised an eyebrow. It seemed she had still underestimated the impact of her sudden appearance.

Even "her own people" were frightened out of their wits.

Wait a minute.

Not only was there a good show to watch, but the rewards from the plot characters probably wouldn't be small either, right?

"Come here." Three simple words, delivered in an arrogant, commanding tone, snapped Second Uncle Guan back to his senses, and he trotted over.

On a sudden impulse, he didn't sit down.

Instead, he spotted an opening and stood behind Su Ning, chest puffed out in sheer triumph.

He tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth but couldn't, his heart bubbling with joy. Given the situation, he wasn't an idiot; Miss Su had played everyone for fools—

The shareholders' meeting deciding the ownership of the fertilizer plant?

Wrong.

It was a stage for Su Ning to appear, mockingly and playfully shattering everyone's previous efforts and hopes. The people who were about to come in were nothing more than clowns.

Their Guan family was different.

Hahahahaha.

Beside him, Lin Sen slightly turned his head away, unable to bear the sight. He really looked too much like a petty man drunk on success.

...

Ding dong.

The foreign clock on the wall struck the hour.

Su Ning waved her hand. "Time's up, let them in. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go home to eat." As soon as she spoke, someone immediately went to carry out the order.

A moment later.

The news reached the outside, and the crowd was in an uproar.

"Finally, we can go in. Hmph, the Su family really are petty people drunk on success, still torturing people at the last minute. If they go abroad, no one will pay them any mind."

"Why care about them?

Ignorant fools, thinking foreign lands are some kind of paradise. Little do they know, foreigners are even more ruthless."

"Not everyone is Su Huaishan."

"Arrogant..."

The various remarks were nothing more than venting the anger of being tormented by Half-Immortal Su and the others recently. So what if they heard? The fertilizer plant was about to be sold, who would still give them face?

Only a few people kept their mouths shut.

Looking closely.

Most of them were locals of Peiping like Boss Duan, who held slightly larger shares in the fertilizer plant. Having weathered many storms, they knew the unpredictability of the world and never offended people easily.

And the most important point—

They didn't have much interest in the ownership of the fertilizer plant.

The item was good, but it burned the hands.

Boss Duan sighed inwardly. As the president of the Chamber of Commerce, he was already conspicuous enough. If he got his hands on the fertilizer plant, who knew how many people would come after him. Forget it, forget it, don't be greedy. Keeping one's life was the most important.

It was just a pity he couldn't get first-hand fertilizer.

He had quite a lot of land himself.

Following the instructions to walk forward, Boss Duan couldn't help but think: if only Su Ning hadn't had an accident, it would have been great. With her taking the brunt, everyone could make a fortune together.

This wretched, chaotic world...

With things on his mind, he didn't walk very fast. With his hands behind his back, he strolled forward slowly, occasionally chatting with people, and saw the people in front entering the door one by one.

Hmm, quite orderly.

After entering the door, it quieted down, with no miscellaneous noises or laughter.

It was his turn.

Inside the room.

Su Ning sat in the main seat of honor, slowly sipping tea. Behind her stood a long line of people, men and women alike dressed in black, as intimidating as a dark cloud. At the very least, the people sitting scattered in the seats were so shocked their eyes glazed over.

Unbelievable, hard to accept.

Someone wanted to question.

Click—

The sound of a gun being cocked.

They behaved.

Su Ning boredly fiddled with the lid of her teacup. Everyone who came in reacted similarly: looking as if they had seen a ghost in surprise, then realization, anger, and stifled acceptance, sitting down to sulk.

The atmosphere had become extremely heavy.

Why is it so quiet?

This was Boss Duan's first thought. Then, he saw the only leisurely and contented figure in the room.

To be honest, the jade thumb ring on his left thumb was almost crushed.

He stared blankly for a few seconds before recovering his senses.

A moment later, he broke into a smile.

"Long time no see, Miss Su is looking even more radiant." After speaking, he nodded to Lin Sen and the others behind her, only taking an extra look at Second Uncle Guan.

"Is that so."

Su Ning lowered her eyes and said carelessly, "Lying in a hospital bed every day, my bones are turning to mush, and I look haggard. When I went out today, I even wondered if I should dress up a bit, lest I frighten old and new friends."

The listeners were utterly speechless.

Hehe, this worry was completely unnecessary—even if you dressed up like a fairy, everyone would still be frightened.

The two exchanged a few pleasantries.

Seeing Su Ning pick up her teacup, Boss Duan tactfully ended the conversation. The situation improved quite a bit after that, and successively a few more people came to speak with Su Ning.

All very measured.

Only talking about the weather, daily life, as if Su Ning hadn't put on a grand show and played everyone for fools, but had just gone out to play for a while and had now returned.

This acting is too good, Su Ning thought. When she had time, she should also take some lessons.

Finally.

Everyone had arrived.

The room was terrifyingly quiet. Someone shifted uneasily in their chair. Su Ning gently put down her teacup, looked around the crowd, and was satisfied to find that her intelligence control was not bad.

She recognized almost every face.

For example, the bald, short, fat man in the lower left seat. His identity seemed to be a large landlord from the south, also running a silk business, but in reality, he had countless ties with Marshal Yan.

And the tall, thin young man on the right, wearing a long gown and glasses.

Although he was from Shanghai.

He had a deep relationship with several prominent families in the Nanjing government. Su Ning even knew his real surname and that his elders had once intervened to seize a production line.

And then suffered heavy losses.

There were also representatives pushed forward by several alliances of various sizes. None of them were easy to deal with, but Su Ning was still a bit disappointed—

"Why isn't there a single plot character?"

How was she supposed to farm rewards!

"...Do you want to see what the name of the original book is?" The system rolled its eyes in mid-air using data.

"Winds and Clouds of Jinghua"!

The main story location is naturally Peiping.

"I know."

Su Ning retorted idly, "But not all plot characters are in Peiping. Like in Shang Wenyun's chapter, the male and female leads met, got to know each other, and fell in love in other places."

Of course, this was the backstory, with not much description.

The reunion in Peiping was the main point.

"By the way, speaking of Shang Wenyun's husband, according to the original book, he should be coming back soon, right? Such good luck. In the future, he can personally raise his white moonlight's son, without having to endure the bitterness and guilt of the boy calling his wife 'mother'."

Su Ning found it funny just saying it.

She always felt that part of the reason the original book was so popular was that it had a knack for describing scumbags and weirdos. For example, Zhao Hao had a plotline that was scolded so much it trended.

Omitting a long string of swear words, that reader said this:

"Trash. He brings Shang Wenyun a cheap son, and still has the nerve to feel heartbroken when the son calls her 'mother', feeling like she took advantage. Thinking about how the female lead never heard her biological son call her that, he feels immensely guilty. Ugh, I'm going to throw up."

There were many supportive readers below.

Similarly.

There were also those who argued back.

After all, the second male lead's behavior was because he loved the female lead too much. Deeply in love but unable to express it, he could only silently give behind the scenes. It's very angsty, okay.

And then... wildly scolding Shang Wenyun.

How should I put it, it perfectly showed the difference in treatment between male and female supporting characters.

Such a controversial topic.

The heat of the situation naturally continued to rise.

"I really am a good person," Su Ning said, counting on her fingers. "Zhao Xuewen can now acknowledge his biological parents without any hesitation, and he won't have to waste his breath trying to persuade his wife. Secondly, he even gets to witness his 'pedantic' original family fall into ruin with his own eyes."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is the first time I've ever been this nice to someone."

The Zhao family was also one of the culprits behind the scenes.

Even if they were just doing the grunt work.

But Su Ning didn't mind; she treated everyone equally. The weather was hot and tempers were flaring, so she might as well just let the Zhao family go to hell.

............

She seemed to have pondered over a lot of things.

In reality, quite a bit of time had indeed passed. Since Su Ning hadn't spoken, no one dared to break the silence. A tall, thin young man was losing his patience and was just about to speak up.

"Sorry, I zoned out for a moment."

Su Ning offered a perfunctory apology before smoothly changing the subject. "There are quite a few unfamiliar faces here. When I first looked around, I thought I had walked into the wrong room. Tell you what, to get to know my new friends, I'll introduce myself first."

"I am Su Ning."

"The owner of the Su Family Fertilizer Plant."

Tapping her fingers against the table, she looked at the crowd with a teasing smile in her eyes. "Now, it's your turn to introduce yourselves."