Chapter 70: Yidao Group

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The Yidao Group was a household name, having held the number one spot among the nation’s top thousand enterprises for fifteen consecutive years, firmly keeping the colossal Juxie Group beneath it.

Yidao Group resembled General Electric on Earth—a highly diversified company, with a presence in nearly every conceivable sector. From spaceship components to clothing and footwear, all fell within Yidao’s business scope.

The current president of Yidao Group, the very person who had propelled it to such dazzling heights, was known for a famous saying: “Wherever there’s money to be made, you’ll find Yidao Group.”

In stark contrast stood the Juxie Group, whose slogan was “Crafting Excellence with Expertise.” Their focus had always been the production and research of large machinery.

Within the field of mechanics, Juxie Group was the undisputed titan: two-thirds of Davo’s spaceships, three-quarters of its mechas, and over ninety percent of its high-tech components—all were manufactured by Juxie.

To say Juxie Group monopolized the machinery industry was hardly an exaggeration.

Yet, despite its overwhelming strength, Juxie Group had spent fifteen years beneath Yidao Group’s shadow.

“What brings you to me?”

It wasn’t someone from the government as expected, which surprised Zhong Yun.

“Don’t just stand there; have a seat,” Zhao Dai gestured invitingly.

Zhong Yun sat casually on the sofa, set his backpack aside, and gazed at him.

“It’s not me seeking you out,” Zhao Dai responded calmly under Zhong Yun’s probing stare. “It’s our president. He wishes to invite you to our company as a guest.”

“Zhao Tingjian?” Zhong Yun was stunned.

Were one to rank Davo’s most influential figures of the past decade, Zhao Tingjian would undoubtedly be in the top ten.

Thirty years ago, an unknown nineteen-year-old took over a small, obscure company. In just fifteen short years, that company grew into a behemoth capable of rivaling the mighty Juxie Group.

It was an economic miracle, and Zhao Tingjian, the miracle’s architect, was destined for the history books.

Zhao Tingjian, who had only completed intermediate education, was the idol of nearly all aspiring young entrepreneurs.

Zhong Yun knew that his own father’s greatest admiration was reserved for Zhao Tingjian—the self-made magnate who led his company to the world’s pinnacle.

To hear that such a legendary figure had specifically requested to meet him left Zhong Yun incredulous. “You mean Mr. Zhao… wishes to see me?” He was unsure how to address Zhao Tingjian, so he settled for “Mr.”

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“Yes, our president personally instructed me to ensure you come to the company. He wants to meet you in person,” Zhao Dai said.

He himself couldn’t fathom why his president was so intent on meeting this young man—and with such solemnity. He had assumed it must be someone important, but when he saw the photo, it was just a youth, not even fully grown.

At the president’s level, there was no need to curry favor with anyone, Zhao Dai thought. Just what was this kid’s identity, that he should be valued so highly?

As for the possibility that Zhong Yun was exceptionally talented, it didn’t even cross Zhao Dai’s mind—the young man seemed far too immature, his nonchalant demeanor offering no hint of anything remarkable.

“President Zhao is exceedingly gracious,” Zhong Yun replied, a little flattered. Zhao Tingjian had once been his idol, after all. Who could have guessed that one day, his idol would request to meet him?

Though his soul had changed, out of respect for such a legendary figure, Zhong Yun felt a secret delight. Not just anyone could be invited by Zhao Tingjian.

It was akin to being summoned by Bill Gates on Earth—even if one didn’t care for him, a personal invitation would still be astonishing.

With this thought, Zhong Yun smiled and said, “It’s truly an honor.”

“Well then…”

Just then, a commotion sounded outside. Zhao Dai’s brows furrowed, and he paused mid-sentence. Causing trouble at this moment was tantamount to a slap in the face. Who could it be?

This was the VIP lounge of Wol Third Airport; those allowed in were either wealthy or influential. It was likely a dispute had arisen because the lounge was full.

But Zhao Dai wasn’t concerned—Yidao Group’s reputation wasn’t easily tarnished. He trusted his subordinates to handle it.

“It’s nothing, probably just a misunderstanding.”

No sooner had Zhao Dai spoken than a brash voice rang out from beyond the door: “So what if it’s Yidao Group? Even if Zhao Tingjian’s inside, this room is mine for the taking!”

Zhong Yun was astonished; the speaker’s audacity was astonishing. Who could it be?

A flash of anger appeared in Zhao Dai’s eyes. “There’s a small issue outside; I’ll go deal with it. Please wait here a moment.”

“By all means,” Zhong Yun nodded, thinking that Zhao Dai must be quite irritated at having his authority challenged. There would be a good show outside.

Indeed, many were gathered outside, watching the spectacle. For over a decade, Yidao Group had been in its prime. Zhao Tingjian, risen from humble origins, wielded immense power—even the great families struggled to rival him.

Yidao Group’s operations were broad, touching every industry, and naturally had made many enemies. Yet few dared openly oppose them.

For Zhao Tingjian to transform from a penniless youth into a commanding figure in thirty years, he could hardly be considered benevolent.

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All those in the VIP area were connected to the commercial world, and nearly everyone had a relative or friend bankrupted by competing with Yidao Group. Unsurprisingly, Yidao Group was not viewed favorably.

Thus, upon hearing that Yidao Group representatives were in the room, everyone instinctively kept their distance.

Yet today, someone was bold enough to provoke the tiger.

A handsome young man, flanked by a group of bodyguards, strode toward Yidao Group’s private lounge. When the security at the door stopped him, a quarrel erupted.

Soon, a crowd gathered, drawn by the commotion.

Most watched with glee, eager for drama; quietly, they speculated about the young man’s identity. He was unfamiliar, no one had seen him before.

At that moment, Fei Yingming and his companions arrived. Upon seeing the young man, Fei Yingming exclaimed, “It’s him!”

“You know him?” the others pressed curiously, crowding around. “Who is he? He doesn’t even respect Zhao Tingjian.”

Many had voiced contempt for Zhao Tingjian before, but only in private. To say such things in front of Yidao Group’s people—few had the nerve.

Fei Yingming gazed at the young man with a complicated expression. Now this was true power, true prestige.

“His surname is Yang.”

Fei Yingming’s words were quiet, but they landed like a bomb among the crowd.

“Is it that Yang family?” someone asked anxiously.

“Who else could it be?” another scoffed.

“A member of the Yang family?” All eyes turned toward the young man, their gazes transformed—admiration, envy, longing, and even reverence.

“The Marshal’s clan.”

Fei Yingming sighed inwardly.