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He paused, and his gaze became profound, as if he had traveled back to that turbulent moment. Then he narrated the jaw-dropping storm that took place in Zuixian Tower, every detail and every word, as if it were a carefully carved jade artifact, in a meticulous and clear-cut manner.

After hearing this, Qian Heyun frowned slightly, his eyes moving in deep thought, as if thousands of strategies were interweaving and colliding in his mind, and finally he slowly said, "It seems that this is it. After all, the Huang family and the enemy don't know much about the Wu family's background, so they dare not act rashly. It's better to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, and let our two families fight to the death."

Qian Yingjun's expression suddenly became solemn, like a dark cloud covering the sun. Under his furrowed brows, he was deeply worried about the unknown. "He Yun, who on earth is this Wu family? How could they have such great power?"

Thinking of a family that could make the powerful Hong family try so hard to cling to it, and even make the high and mighty county magistrate feel a little wary, Qian Yingjun couldn't help but feel an indescribable complex emotion in his heart. The secret hidden behind the Wu family is really puzzling and like a mystery.

Qian Heyun shook his head, a trace of confusion between his brows, "It's really hard to say. Maybe there is a master secretly supporting the Wu family. Master, do you still remember that a few years ago, the famous Hua family in Lin'an County was shattered by a mysterious force overnight and disappeared from the scene."

Qian Yingjun immediately responded, a gleam of inspiration flashing in his eyes, "Could it be that the mysterious power was created by the Wu family?"

Qian Heyun shook his head with a look of certainty, "It shouldn't be. The prefect once asked Lord Zhang privately, and Lord Zhang personally confirmed that the mysterious man had already fled far away. Lord Zhang would definitely not lie to the prefect. I guess that the Wu family may have some connection with that big shot, but they may not be his direct backer."

"Makes sense."

Upon hearing this, Qian Yingjun frowned and became even more anxious. "If this is true, what should our Qian family do?"

Qian Yingjun felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart, thinking that if he did not take action, his dyeing workshop would sooner or later be eliminated by the market and fall into the same desperate situation as those marginalized small dyeing workshops.

“I have three solutions here.”

Qian Heyun analyzed the situation calmly and tried to find a way out of the predicament.

"tell me the story."

Although Qian Yingjun tried his best to remain calm, there was still a hint of urgency in his tone.

"The worst option is to temporarily close the dyeing workshop and find another way to survive."

As soon as Qian Heyun finished speaking, Qian Yingjun shook his head firmly and denied it.

"No."

These two words express his adherence to family traditions in a decisive and decisive manner.

After all, the Qian family has been engaged in cloth dyeing for generations, and this skill is inherited from their ancestors. Changing careers rashly, without being familiar with the new field and full of unpredictable risks, is obviously not the best option.

"What about the middle strategy?"

Qian Yingjun's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be looking forward to this option.

"Join hands with the Wu family and share resources, or try to obtain their unique cloth dyeing recipe."

Qian Heyun proposed another idea, but then he shook his head, "However, although there is hope for cooperation, it is probably not realistic to directly purchase their secret recipe."

Qian Yingjun naturally understood in his heart that if he put himself in the Wu family's shoes, there was no way the Wu family would easily give up their foundation.

"So, what's the best solution?"

There was a barely perceptible hint of nervousness in his voice.

Qian Heyun was silent for a while, as if he was weighing the right words, before he spoke slowly: "If this last strategy can be successfully implemented, the Wu family's dyeing workshop will no longer pose a threat to us. But at the same time, this may also be the most dangerous move. If it is leaked and angers the big man behind the Wu family, the consequences will be disastrous."

"What's the plan?"

Qian Yingjun's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he had foreseen the cruelty of this secret war.

"They bribed the insiders to tamper with the Wu family's dye vat, making the dyed cloth highly toxic. If it causes casualties, who would dare to buy their cloth?"

Qian Heyun's tone seemed calm, but in fact every word he spoke revealed ruthlessness and determination.

If this plan succeeds, not only will the Wu family suffer a severe blow to their reputation, but they will also be burdened with the shackles of life and will never be able to recover.

"This is a brilliant plan, and it will solve the problem once and for all."

Qian Yingjun's lips curled up into a sinister smile, which looked particularly deep under the candlelight.

"Master, this is the most risky choice."

Qian Heyun reminded again, his eyes full of worry.

Qian Yingjun didn't care, with a playful smile on his face, "Fortune is sought in danger. I can afford this risk of killing the enemy with one strike."

Qian Heyun was not surprised by Qian Yingjun's courage, but the worries in his heart were not alleviated in the slightest.

"Young Master, although this plan may solve the problem in the long run, the risks involved are also huge. Please think twice. In my opinion, it may be safer to seek cooperation with the Wu family."

Qian Heyun couldn't help but express his concerns in the end. Although his voice was low, every word was sonorous, filled with deep worry about the future of the family.

Qian Yingjun shook his head slightly, his eyes firm. "Although the strategy of moderation is the most stable way, it will only make our Qian family controlled by others. Moreover, how can the Wu family easily shake hands with us and make peace? Even if we can really cooperate, what awaits us may be a series of unfavorable terms. In the end, won't the Qian family repeat the Zhou family's mistakes and become a pawn in the hands of others?"

On that gloomy afternoon three years ago, the Zhou family's dyeing workshop looked particularly lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun. The once vivid and lively colors seemed to have lost their luster overnight, and were silently and step by step eroded by the Qian family, and finally disappeared in the dust of history.

Nowadays, even in this familiar town, how many people can remember the name "Zhou Family"? It is like a faded cloth, forgotten in the corner of time.

There cannot be two tigers in the same mountain. This has been the law of survival since ancient times, and Qian Chen understands this more deeply than anyone else.

In this land, the confrontation between the Wu family and the Qian family is like two silent mountains, and one day a decisive collision will break out.

He knew that in order to ensure that his family's bloodline would continue uninterrupted and the century-old foundation would be continued, he had to be ruthless and make his opponent disappear from the stage of history forever.

"Young Master, since you have made up your mind, you must be extremely careful in every step of selecting allies and winning them over. There must not be any mistakes."

Deputy Zhao Xuan's voice was low and firm, with a cautious and sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Qian Chen nodded gently, with a trace of unquestionable determination in his eyes: "I know this very well. We must not only win, but also win beautifully without leaving any trouble behind."