Chapter 2159: Chapter 1981: Good Kid The yacht docked. Qin Shiqi jumped down, shouting happily. "Finally here." After an afternoon of sailing, approaching evening, the yacht arrived at the island, far from the coast, plus the departure point was quite distant, hence the late arrival. A vast sea bay. Clear seawater. An extremely excellent beach. Nowadays. This island has become very famous, and the villas on the island are generally not available for booking by ordinary people, except for the Tang Family’s exclusive usage, while others are leased long-term to friends. Gradually. The whole island became a ’legend’. In the distance. On the beach. A group of men and women were there, swimming, playing ball, walking, chatting, all dressed lightly, the tropical region being warm even at dusk. At this moment. A lot of eyes gathered. "They’re back." Someone shouted. This morning. Once awake, the yacht was not seen, at this special time, it was evidently not for maintenance but to pick up its owner or guests. Everyone’s eyes were full of envy. "So big." "Is this the big yacht you talked about? It’s basically a small cruiser." "Exactly." "..." Some were seeing it for the first time. Because the island not only housed rich people but also their friends, some second generations often brought friends here to save face. Hosting parties and gatherings. This is how the reputation spread. If not. Considering the personalities of these renters, they wouldn’t be this showy. On the island. Wangsa’s yacht was the most dazzling of all, envied by countless people, with second generations desiring a ride. "Can we go on it?" "No." "Can’t we even just take a look?" "No." "Even young master Roden can’t borrow it?" "..." Everyone looked at a young man, Roden, a direct descendant of a big family in Myanmar, quite wealthy and powerful, this time bringing many friends for fun. Upon hearing this. Roden shook his head with a bitter smile, spreading his hands. "No way." It’s a joke. Who is the owner of this ship? It’s someone on par with their family, and even he would respectfully call them uncle when meeting. To ask to borrow the boat? Wishful thinking. This boat is a treasure to them. As for asking his own family to buy? It’s just a pipe dream — buying a yacht worth over a billion Asia Dollars, even mentioning it would incur a rebuke from the family. If buying. It’d have to be something cheaper and preferably settled in Asia Dollars. Otherwise. Purchasing settled in Euros, dollars, etc., would be depleting Myanmar’s foreign exchange reserves, and after the last international capital strike bringing them to the brink, they are particularly sensitive. The family issued an order to use less foreign currency. "Look quickly, someone is coming down from above." "Who is it?" "How would I know." Suddenly. Everyone looked at Roden, who strained his eyesight and couldn’t recall, so he shook his head, "Perhaps it’s the family members of that person." "Such a big scene." "Indeed." "At least twenty bodyguards seen." "..." They discussed animatedly. Not long after. Seeing the group’s destination on the beach, the handsome men and beautiful women on the beach reacted enthusiastically; the Tang Family Manor which had dimmed slightly in the past two days suddenly lit up. As if all the lights turned on. "Are they the Tang Family?" Someone cried out. Immediately. Everyone’s gaze towards there grew brighter. The Tang Family, indeed the Tang Family, five years ago unknown, five years later known worldwide. Tang Qing. Tang Kai. A family with two dragons. A world-level tycoon, over three hundred billion dollars in net worth, absolutely incredibly wealthy, and the mobile phones they held were mostly the Epoch series. Many were admirers. One well-received in both Thailand and Myanmar, a core member of the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce, with assets at least two hundred billion dollars, though slightly overshadowed by Tang Qing. "Really the Tang Family." "Oh my!" "I actually saw the Tang Family." "I really want to know them." "You? Forget it." "..." At once. Many took the thought of visiting, like Roden; Tang Qing being there, leveraging family connections with Tang Kai for a visit as a gesture. Hmm. Could give it a try. ... On the mountain. Villa. Facing the Bay of Bengal, a uniquely styled cantilever platform. "So beautiful." In the slight evening breeze, the Tang Family admired the sunset, numerous birds inhabiting the island flew around the coast, becoming accustomed and not fearing humans. Just sometimes not terribly mindful. Resolving issues wherever. Fortunately. Plenty of cleaners present. Soon. The dishes were served. Second uncle made a video call. He was still in Roy City, attending a gathering of big families, and the expansion news released today from Roy City made their mouths water. Aiming for another bite shouldn’t be difficult. "I’ll be there tomorrow afternoon." "Good." "By the way, Tang Qing, your choice back then was brilliant, the Suto Clan of Malaysia nearly dissolved in a short timespan." Speaking of this. Tang Kai really felt Tang Qing fortunate. No. Brilliant. Such a huge enterprise and power of the Suto Clan being dragged down directly by a small matter, simply astonishing. Yet. It happened, genuinely. "Luck." Tang Qing chuckled. However. Muttered inwardly: Luck can be orchestrated. The plan targeting the Suto Clan has reached its closing stage; the remaining doesn’t need his involvement. The Malaysian clans aren’t idle. Once-in-a-lifetime. Can’t let it pass. Right now. All eager to tear off a large chunk from the precarious Suto Clan, as for the final outcome, it becomes insignificant. "Alright, enjoy your meal, I’m eating too." "Mm-mm." Afterwards. Ended the call. "What were you talking about just now?" Qin Yugang asked curiously. "A... Butterfly Effect." Following. Tang Qing briefly explained the Suto Clan matter, leaving everyone quite stunned, thinking the incident seemed overly dramatic. An accident. Buried half a family. "How terrible." "Exactly, unexpectedly drunkenly killed someone." "Deserves it." A few girls naturally scorned Vika, but the adults perceived the issue differently, after a while, Mother Tang said, "It seems. Accumulating virtue is important." "Indeed." Father Tang agreed. The matter. Root cause, most harm was from past hatred, Vika merely the trigger, then it was due to poor family discipline. Drunkenness. Brawling. Even death resulted. Upon this thought. Everyone glanced at Tang Qing, hmm, indeed a good child, kind-hearted, without bad hobbies — drunkenness, fighting, etc., even non-existent. Always a good baby. Rest assured. Only future offspring to worry about, however, that is somewhat distant. At the side. Tang Qing looked at everyone’s eyes, knowing well what they thought, yet felt guilty facing the gaze portraying ’a good child’. In front of you, I’m a good child. But. Behind the world’s veil, I’m a behemoth.