Chapter 189 The Richest Man's Face Changes Instantly! Anyone Who Dares to Smell My Wine, I'

Jiang Jianguo remained silent for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later.

He did not lose his composure or gasp as everyone expected, nor did he do anything that would be beneath him.

The richest man in Beijing, who runs a business empire worth hundreds of billions, slowly rose from his armchair.

He raised his hand and carefully fastened the suit buttons, one by one, which had come undone slightly from his excitement.

Even in such a momentous occasion, he maintained the absolute dignity befitting a person in a position of authority.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that his hands, which he usually uses to sign multi-billion dollar international contracts, are now trembling slightly, unable to stop himself from doing so.

Beneath that calm, unperturbed dough sheet, Jiang Jianguo's heart was pounding at its limit.

"Stay calm, Jiang Jianguo. You've even fought against financial giants on Wall Street. You can't show weakness in front of a jar of wine."

He took several deep breaths in his mind, suppressing the urge to grab the wine jar and run away.

He extended his hand expressionlessly.

He ignored the priceless bone china plates with gold rims on the table, and didn't even glance at the expensive sea cucumbers and abalone.

Instead, with an extremely gentle movement, he slowly moved the jar of Hundred Flowers Wine and the calligraphy in the slender gold style to the position closest to his chest.

"Good lad, you always look like you're about to fall asleep, but you're really generous with your spending."

"If anyone dares to touch such a rare treasure today, I'll risk my old life to send them to jail for a few years."

Jiang Jianguo secretly hardened his heart, but on the surface he remained as calm as Mount Tai.

He pulled a clean white silk handkerchief from his suit's breast pocket.

Carefully, I wiped away a speck of dust that wasn't even there from the edge of the wine jar.

After doing all this, Jiang Jianguo slowly raised his head.

Those deep, sharp eyes, exuding the imposing aura of a business tycoon, quietly surveyed their surroundings.

There was no yelling or shouting, no outburst of anger.

But that tangible, icy aura instantly brought the noisy banquet hall to a freezing point.

Everyone looked like a business spy trying to steal the core secrets of the Jiang Group.

The two titans, who had just been wrestling and arguing without any regard for their image on the carpet, were stunned by this aura and stopped what they were doing.

The old chairman rubbed his aching shoulder, half-kneeling on the ground, gazing longingly at the calligraphy copybook in front of Jiang Jianguo.

"Chairman Jiang, please don't put it away yet."

The old chairman swallowed hard, his voice filled with obvious pleading, even lowering his posture.

"Let me take one more look, just one more look! I haven't fully grasped the essence of that slender gold style yet!"

Jiang Jianguo lowered his eyes and looked at this usually aloof and powerful figure.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "Just one look? What if you spit on it? This is priceless."

But when he spoke, his tone remained calm, yet it exuded an undeniable domineering air.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen."

"This calligraphy is now a core confidential asset of the Jiang family and is not to be displayed to the public."

"Yes, it's confidential, I told you!" (A domineering CEO's inner monologue)

The old chairman grew anxious: "I'll just take one look at the brushstrokes; I absolutely will not touch them!"

"no."

Jiang Jianguo didn't even lift his eyelids, his refusal was swift and decisive, as cold and ruthless as a machine devoid of any emotion.

The Jiang family relatives who had been holding wine glasses and ready to laugh at Lin Mo were now frozen like ice sculptures.

They were stuck in place, unsure whether to advance or retreat, feeling awkward and fearful.

Jiang Jianguo's gaze, like a precise radar, finally locked onto his cousin who had been jumping the loudest earlier.

He scoffed inwardly, "A bunch of blind fools who dared to say my son-in-law delivered swill and fake goods."

"Once I have some free time, I'm going to deduct all of your year-end bonuses."

"Cousin...cousin..."

My cousin was so frightened that he trembled violently, shaking the wine glass he was holding, and stammered out his words.

"We were blind just now, we didn't realize this was a priceless treasure, we really didn't intend to steal it..."

I don't care whether you want to steal it or not.

Jiang Jianguo spoke in a calm tone, but every word he uttered seemed to be laced with ice.

"From now on, everyone, step back three meters."

"Anyone who dares to approach this main table without permission will have all of Jiang's Group's investments in your companies completely withdrawn tomorrow."

The entire room fell silent.

Those relatives who usually acted superior and considered themselves part of high society were now ashen-faced.

Using withdrawal of investment to threaten them into backing down? Just to protect a jar of wine and a piece of calligraphy?!

What an unreasonable and domineering CEO's statement!

But none of them dared to doubt the truth of Jiang Jianguo's words. They trembled and retreated, not daring to even breathe.

Lin Mo stood a few steps away, quietly watching this silent intimidation.

With one hand in his casual trouser pocket, he maintained a relaxed posture as if he were taking a stroll at the entrance of his own alley.

Watching my father-in-law use the most serious expression and the most ruthless business tactics to protect his food.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly.

This old man really uses all the extreme pressure tactics from business negotiations here.

Seeing his relatives' miserable, wretched state, Jiang Jianguo's expression did not improve.

Because his sense of crisis was frantically sounding the alarm.

The aroma of this wine is simply too overpowering and too tempting.

Even though the mud seal had only opened a crack less than a millimeter wide, the strange fragrance still spread freely throughout the entire hall.

Jiang Jianguo keenly noticed that several business tycoons with assets worth billions of yuan around him were closing their eyes at that moment.

Their noses twitched as they inhaled deeply, their faces filled with ecstasy.

Several CEOs even unconsciously tiptoed, as if bewitched, and slowly moved towards the main table.

Jiang Jianguo's pupils contracted slightly; his heart was bleeding.

"These old foxes, they already take advantage of me in the business world, now they're even trying to steal my magical energy for free!"

"This is a longevity tonic my son-in-law gave me as a gift; every puff is precious!"

With a grim expression, he took out his phone and dialed the security minister's hotline.

"Take the S-class special escort team and proceed to the banquet hall immediately."

The security chief on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then asked, "Chairman, what kind of crisis has occurred? Do we need to bring weapons?"

Jiang Jianguo looked at the jar of Hundred Flowers Wine, his tone as serious as if he were planning a large-scale battle.

"Bring the highest-grade constant-temperature explosion-proof combination lock case."

"Also, notify the hotel general manager."

"Immediately shut down the central air conditioning and fresh air system in the banquet hall."

The security chief was completely dumbfounded: "Turn off the ventilation system? There are hundreds of VIPs inside! They'll suffocate!"

Jiang Jianguo's eyes instantly turned cold and dangerous.

He quickly did the math in his mind: "If I get sick from being bored, at most I'll have to pay some medical expenses, but if even a tiny bit of the aroma of this wine gets out, it's an immeasurable loss of assets."

On the surface, he uttered a sentence with extreme restraint.

"I'll say it again, turn it off."

"This group is stealing my core assets."

The tycoon's dignity was displayed in a bizarre and strikingly contrasting way at this moment.

He's now a possessive father-in-law who uses the coldest business tactics to prevent others from taking even a breath of fresh air.

Just then, a young, wealthy second-generation heir, whose true nature was unknown, appeared.

Perhaps unable to resist the intense allure of the wine's aroma, she lost control of her legs.

He took two steps forward and took a deep breath.

"Mmm...it smells so good..."

The rich second-generation let out a heartfelt, ecstatic exclamation.

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Jianguo's cold, sharp gaze shot out like a knife.

"I, as your father-in-law, haven't even had time to properly inhale it, and you dare to take such a big breath?!"

The rich second-generation was so frightened by the death stare of the billionaire that he froze, and the ecstasy on his face instantly turned into terror.

"Uncle Jiang..."

Jiang Jianguo straightened his cuffs and said in a cold tone, as if stating commercial terms:

Hold your breath.

The rich kid was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

"I told you to hold your breath." Jiang Jianguo looked at him expressionlessly. "If you dare to smell it again, I'll launch a hostile takeover of your company tomorrow."

The rich kid was so frightened that he quickly covered his mouth, nodded repeatedly, his face turning red from holding his breath, and dared not breathe anymore.

Song Wan, sitting at the edge of the main table, completely ignored her husband's hypocritical and possessive behavior towards his food.

She remained seated regally in the armchair, her well-tailored moon-white cheongsam accentuating her graceful figure.

He exudes an innate, untainted sense of sophistication.

She was holding a cup of hot tea, gracefully skimming the floating leaves off the surface with the lid.

Sensing Lin Mo's gaze, Song Wan slowly raised her eyes.

The two exchanged a glance across the distance.

Song Wan smiled slightly.

It was the kind of composed smile a mother-in-law gives when looking at her son-in-law, becoming more and more satisfied with him, with a hint of watching a show.

It was as if to say: Well done, look how tired this old man is of putting on an act.

Lin Mo gave a helpless twitch of the corners of his mouth as a response.

Jiang Ruoyun stayed close to Lin Mo.

She clung tightly to his arm, leaning half her weight on him.

The girl raised her delicate chin, like a proud white swan.

She looked around at the relatives and guests who had just looked down on Lin Mo.

Her cold eyes were full of double standards and a protectiveness towards her husband.

It was as if he was openly declaring: Look, this is the man I chose.

The sandalwood double doors in the hall were suddenly pushed open.

A dozen top-level security personnel dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses rushed in, pushing a silver explosion-proof box.

This tense atmosphere completely stunned everyone present.

Under the close escort of more than a dozen strong men.

The jar of Baihua wine and the calligraphy in the thin gold style were carefully placed into the combination lock box.

Jiang Jianguo personally entered the complex 36-digit password, and only after hearing the lock click shut did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

"We're finally safe."

The huge weight on his heart finally lifted, and he was so happy that he wanted to open a bottle of champagne on the spot to celebrate.

But he remained expressionless, reverting to his aloof and arrogant demeanor as the richest man.

But nobody cares about his attitude anymore.

The focus of the entire banquet hall has completely shifted.

At this birthday banquet, Lin Mo achieved legendary status in one battle.

He didn't even utter a harsh word; with just two things he made casually, he achieved a devastating victory over the entire upper class of Beijing.

But what followed was an even more troublesome problem.

Countless billionaires who usually look down on everyone have eyes that are frighteningly bright at this moment.

They held their wine glasses, straightened their collars, and swarmed around like flies that had smelled blood.

They rushed over, eager to get close to him.

"Mr. Lin, I've long admired your name. I am..."

"Master Lin, this is my personal business card. I wonder if you are...?"

Hearing the noisy clinging sounds, Lin Mo frowned slightly.

What he fears most is this kind of socializing and trouble without boundaries.

Without hesitation, he turned around and grasped Jiang Ruoyun's soft, boneless hand.

Before the crowd completely surrounded them, he pulled her around and hid on a secluded terrace on the side of the hall.

The chilly winter wind brushed against my face, bringing a long-lost sense of peace.

Lin Mo stopped and looked back at the dignitaries in the hall who were frantically searching for him.

"What a blunder! I should have just bought a Rolex and given it to them as a freebie. Now I'm in big trouble."