You had to admit, Yu Shangmei was smart—but sadly, not quite smart enough.
She had only guessed half of it right.
“Auntie, what should we do now? The legal department is on standby, waiting for your instructions.”
Yu Shangmei sneered. “He thinks hiring a lawyer solves everything? Who’s he trying to scare? If he wants to go the legal route, fine. We’ll go all the way too.”
The man’s eyelid twitched.
Yu Shangmei continued, “Tell Legal to be tough. No need to be polite. Worst case, it’s just a lawsuit. I wasn’t afraid of Jiang Da back then, and twenty years later, I’m still not afraid of him!”
The man braced himself, pulled out his phone, and relayed the order immediately.
About an hour later, a call came in from Legal—urgent.
“No good. The other party is way more aggressive than we expected—didn’t leave any room for negotiation. They came right in and laid everything out. We couldn’t respond at all. And their lawyer…”
“What about their lawyer?”
“It’s Wang Chengyang from Taihe.”
“Who?”
The chief of legal sighed. “Senior partner at Taihe Law Firm in the capital—one of the most famous criminal defense attorneys in the country. Remember the high-profile ‘Zhang Huaishu Wife Murder Case’? Or the ‘235 Serial Murder Case’? It was him who turned the tide with minimal evidence and no obvious leads. Just through courtroom questioning, he broke the killer down, left him nowhere to hide, and got him sentenced to death. A legend.”
Liu Shanhua gasped. “How the h*ll did we get tangled up with him?”
“Exactly! That’s what I want to know—why would Cao Ji provoke someone like him? For a simple labor dispute? There’s no need to mess with Wang Chengyang. If it goes to court, he’ll pull out the whole root system. He could tear down all of Cao Ji.”
“Chief Liu, please tell Chief Yu to reconsider. We can fight the lawsuit, but if he’s the opponent, none of us have confidence we’ll win. She needs to be prepared.”
Liu Shanhua relayed the message to Yu Shangmei, word for word.
“No confidence? Then what the h*ll do we keep this bunch of wimps around for? Just one lawyer scares them like this?!”
But after she went online and looked him up…
“…How could he possibly afford to hire someone like that?” Yu Shangmei was shocked and suspicious.
Of course, the “he” she referred to wasn’t Cao Sanpang, but Jiang Da, who was backing him.
All the background checks showed he was just some poor pancake seller.
Popular online, maybe, but nowhere near the deep pockets of the Cao family business.
And yet this bottom-rung nobody somehow got one of the most prominent lawyers in the country to personally handle a few resignations?
Yu Shangmei didn’t believe it was a coincidence. Maybe her entire perception of Jiang Da had been wrong from the start.
This unknown quantity made her uneasy.
“Shanhua, check out the relationship between Jiang Da and Wang Chengyang. How did they connect?”
“Okay. What about those resignations?”
Yu Shangmei fell silent for a long time. “…Settle it through communication.”
Liu Shanhua exhaled in relief. “I’ll let Legal know to handle it delicately.”
Truthfully, he had been afraid Yu Shangmei would dig in her heels for the sake of pride.
Once her stance softened, negotiations went incredibly smoothly.
By evening, a resolution was reached.
“How’d it go, Lawyer Wang?” Cao Sanpang and the others rushed over.
“All settled.”
“Huh?! It’s done already?!” The group was overjoyed.
“Take your IDs and go finalize the resignation paperwork.”
“Lawyer Wang, thank you so much!”
Wang Chengyang waved them off. “I was hired to do a job. If you want to thank someone, thank Miss Jiang.”
“Yes, yes—our capable big niece!”
“I’m heading back to the capital. Call me if anything comes up.”
Once he left, the group headed straight for HR. This time, the manager came out in person, smiling and courteous, completely different from his earlier indifferent attitude.
“Please, gentlemen, have a seat. Some water? I’ll have the paperwork processed right away.”
Cao Sanpang tilted his chin, finally feeling vindicated. “Make it fast. I don’t want to stay in this dump another second.”
The manager’s smile stiffened.
Dazhuang picked at his ear. “Didn’t someone say they’d drag us out kicking and screaming?”
Manager: “…”
“Not dragging now? What, had a change of heart?”
“Master Cao, you know how it is—we just follow orders from above…”
Cao Sanpang gave a cold snort but didn’t press further. “Tell Yu Shangmei this—us brothers have worked our butts off in the kitchen all these years. Turns out we were feeding dogs.”
The manager was drenched in sweat.
Soon enough, the process was done, and the group got their resignation letters. That very night, they packed up and caught a high-speed train to Linhuai.
Next morning, 8 a.m., Jiang Da personally came to pick them up at the station.
“Senior Brother! Over here!”
Jiang Da lit up. “You guys must be tired. Let’s go home.”
“Hey!”
The group happily exited the station, Dazhuang rushed to flag down a taxi.
Suddenly, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan stopped in front of him.
“Sorry, I’m trying to hail a cab, not stop you.” Dazhuang quickly apologized.
The car window rolled down, revealing an honest-looking driver. “Boss Jiang, hop in.”
Boss Jiang?
Who?
Dazhuang was stunned.
Cao Sanpang and the others looked at each other in confusion.
Jiang Da stepped up. “Old Li! You’re fast—thanks.”
“Madam Boss called ahead. I wouldn’t dare delay. The moment I hit the road, no one even dared drive close to me. The whole way was clear—”
Jiang Da nodded and turned to wave them over. “Come on, get in.”
Cao Sanpang swallowed hard. “S-Senior Brother… this car is yours?!”
Jiang Da scratched his head. “Sort of.”
Honestly, he’d been against buying something so expensive at first—millions of yuan!
But Yueyue insisted. They had two stores now—small business owners, at least. These brothers coming to help wasn’t just friendship, it was work.
If they didn’t show strength, how could they inspire confidence?
The car was both face and substance—being flashy was necessary.
Jiang Da: “Does all this flashy stuff really help?”
Jiang Fuyue: “Yes.”
Jiang Chenxing: “Sis is right!”
“…”
Jiang Da still hesitated—until Han Yunru nodded. Then he smiled and agreed.
True Wife-Whipped Jiang Da.
The car was bought half by Jiang Fuyue and half by Jiang Chenxing as a congratulatory gift for the parents’ new store.
At that moment, Jiang Da was shocked.
He knew his daughter was rich—she’d even bought two villas.
But his goofy, food-loving son? How did he have millions?
Yet both his wife and daughter acted totally calm—nothing surprising at all.
Jiang Da: “?” Am I still the head of this family?
Later, he secretly asked Wu Qian how much the kid earned.
Wu Qian gave him a look like “You’re his dad and you don’t know?”
Jiang Da scratched his nose, laughing awkwardly.
Wu Qian eventually told him a number—and added, “That’s a conservative estimate.”
In that moment, Jiang Da turned into a walking lemon—
So sour.
He’d been slaving away selling pancakes, sweating buckets, up at dawn and home at dusk.
Meanwhile, his kid eats on camera and makes dozens of times his income?
One purchase: half a Cullinan?
Jiang Da, for the first time, felt like… maybe he was a bit useless?
All the more reason to run the new store well.
And definitely keep the brothers on board.
Seeing their stunned faces now, Jiang Da suddenly thought—
His daughter was right!
No wonder the silly son liked being her little shadow.
As a dad, he didn’t earn as much as the son. And now it seemed he didn’t even have the same foresight. Tsk…
Cao Sanpang got in, eyes wide, touching everything, fascinated. “This car’s gotta cost millions, huh?”
“Probably.”
“Probably? You don’t know the price?”
Jiang Da scratched his head—he still wasn’t used to showing off. It felt weird.
“Yueyue and Chenxing bought it together. A gift for our store’s opening.”
“Oh… wait, who?” Cao Sanpang froze.
Dazhuang, Ah Biao, and the others were also stunned.
“Who gave you that?!”
Jiang Da blinked, confused by their reaction. “My daughter Jiang Fuyue, and my son Jiang Chenxing. You guys gave them red envelopes last time you visited, remember?”
Surely they hadn’t forgotten that already…
Cao Sanpang, Dazhuang, Ah Biao, Fu Man, Xiang Qing:
“…Senior Brother, are you sure this isn’t some kind of humblebrag?”
