So Ji Boyang's tendency to be a sucker was inherited from his great-grandfather, right?
He couldn't quite understand it, so he repeated, "Ji Boyang and I are rivals in love!"
Why are you so insistent on giving money to your great-grandson's rival? Haven't I already left your great-grandson?
However, the next second, Zhang Chaohe had a flash of inspiration. He looked at Old Master Ji in shock: "You mean—you want me to win over Cheng Jixue so that Ji Boyang can give up completely?"
Grandpa Ji: "?"
What utter nonsense is this?!
But wait a minute—Old Master Ji's eight hundred schemes were working at lightning speed: He called Zhang Chaohe here today to give him money, ostensibly to make Zhang Chaohe back down, but in reality, it had a very important strategic significance!
First, let's show the Zhang family our attitude: the Ji family didn't intentionally keep this from you. Consider this a small gift for the child. Second, according to Ji Boyang's feedback last time, Zhang Chaohe's reaction was very strong, so this is also to bribe Zhang Chaohe and make him let go of his resentment towards the Ji family.
Finally, and most importantly, stop obsessing over Ji Boyang and get on with your serious relationship!
Does it matter if the reasons are slightly different, as long as the goal is achieved?
That's not important!
Grandpa Ji smiled mysteriously: "You guessed it. Alright, I just want you to get together with that young man surnamed Cheng as soon as possible. If you can get together with him quickly, I'll give you another 300 million!"
What a perfect reason—young man, now all you need to do is take the money and go for love, Ji Boyang, I'll pack it up and take you away right now!
To everyone's surprise, Zhang Chaohe angrily retorted, "How can something like this be measured in money!"
He snatched the blank checkbook from Old Master Ji's hand, signed his name in a flamboyant manner, and then slammed it on the table with an air of immense pride and arrogance: "I'll give you a hundred million too, but you're not allowed to interfere in my affairs anymore!"
Grandpa Ji was incredulous: What is he doing? Does this brat really have a goose in his head?
The rebellious spirit of the elderly CEO was instantly ignited. Old Master Ji snatched back the checkbook and quickly filled it with nines before each unit!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars and ninety-nine cents, the maximum amount of a check—Old Master Ji slapped this fancy, supreme version of the check onto Zhang Chaohe's thin one hundred million check with a "smack"!
"I'll max it out, and you'll be with Cheng Jixue within a month!!" Old Master Ji threw the property transfer contract along with the contract: "Plus this house, you two can move in immediately!"
He originally wanted to say that you two should get married right away, but then he thought that sounded too obvious, so he changed to a gentler approach.
“I’ve moved the Civil Affairs Bureau here,” the old man said, recalling how he had to ask several bodyguards to understand the meaning of the internet slang, and immediately added in a clear and distinct tone, “I’ve moved the house here too!”
For a moment, Zhang Chaohe's mind went blank. He wondered if he was dreaming... or if this old man, Mr. Ji, had just escaped from a mental hospital—was this a retro version of the paranoid, mad CEO persona?
I don't understand, and I don't think we can force a fight.
Zhang Chaohe pondered for a moment, and finally remembered what the standard reaction should be in this situation... He picked up the huge check that was one cent short of ten billion, and with a flick of his wrist faster than a flower-wielding hand, he tore the check into a handful of shreds in a few swift movements!
Grandpa Ji was dumbfounded. In his more than eighty years as a domineering CEO, he had never seen such a wild approach. He was so shocked that he was dumbfounded.
Zhang Chaohe took off his sunglasses, revealing a typical domineering CEO-like expression that was both unyielding and slightly arrogant. He casually tossed aside the scraps of check paper and laughed loudly: "Money can't buy everything, and I will never give in!"
He leaped forward, bracing himself on the table with both hands as he swiftly approached Old Master Ji, his eyes revealing a mixture of arrogance, haughtiness, coldness, and a hint of heartache: "Love cannot be tainted by money!"
Grandpa Ji clutched his chest, his voice weak: "I just wanted to give you some money... to get revenge for the five hundred yuan..."
He had already planned it all out. As soon as Zhang Chaohe took the money, he would give a smug smile and calmly utter, "The five hundred yuan you gave me, I will return it to you double today!"
However, Zhang Chaohe inexplicably dragged him into the ditch as well...
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chaohe gave a wicked smile. He picked up the property transfer contract on the table—he even glanced at it to make sure it wasn't a property certificate, but just a contract.
He tore it cleanly and crisply, the sound of the paper snapping was even more delightful than the clinking of coins! Zhang Chaohe felt like the heroine of a tragic drama, carrying out a heroic act of rebellion against his wicked mother-in-law's oppression. He folded the perfectly good A4 paper in half and tore it haphazardly—
Even after folding it four times, Zhang Chaohe gritted his teeth but still couldn't tear it apart.
Very well, he threw the scraps of paper away, and then the snowflakes in Yanshan were as big as mats, and it looked like a huge hailstorm had fallen from the sky!
Zhang Chaohe: "Hmph!"
He turned and left, leaving behind only a proud, aloof, and cold figure!
Then, as soon as he opened the door to the private room, the old man outside, who was prying open the door for fear that the two would fight, stumbled and almost fell on Zhang Chaohe.
When Zhang Chaohe looked up, he found that the entire corridor outside the private room was crowded with bodyguards in black clothes and sunglasses. The men stood like sardines packed together in a can, staring at him expressionlessly.
Zhang Chaohe: Behind him, Old Master Ji waved his hand weakly: "Bring him back to me."
Zhang Chaohe was immediately gently led back to the table by two bodyguards—the gentleness here refers to only touching his shoulder, politely and courteously guiding the poor little boss, who was 1.82 meters tall but relatively thin.
Zhang Chaohe finally came to his senses and suddenly realized that the Ji family might actually have some background that could be reported.
And he had just rebuked the head of the Black Goose Group in a ruthless manner.
It's over. Tonight, the seabed and the construction site will be his final fate.
He stared blankly at Old Master Ji, whose face twitched, sometimes sneering, sometimes glaring, as he wrote on the other side of the table.
The next second, the old man stood up and walked over with brisk steps.
He was also holding a check in his hand.
Zhang Chaohe arrogantly raised his head and met the old man's arrogant nostrils. The two domineering CEOs were locked in a passionate battle of wills, neither willing to yield to the other. Then, the next second, the old man smiled sinisterly, rolled the check in his hand into a paper tube, and stuffed it into his suit pocket.
"The five hundred yuan you gave me, I will return it to you double today!"
After saying that, he rushed out of the private room as if he were fleeing, and quickly left the scene under the protection of his bodyguards!
Zhang Chaohe got up to chase after them, but was slapped back down into a chair by two towering men in black. He could only watch helplessly as the group of bodyguards, including the old man, swept away like the receding tide.
Then the other two Blackie brothers led the bewildered Assistant Chen into the private room. Just as Zhang Chaohe was wondering if he could beat the other side in a two-on-four fight... the four brothers suddenly let go of his hands, quickly left the room in a standard riot control posture, and politely closed the door behind them.
Zhang Chaohe pressed two fingers against his temples: ...
Assistant Chen was also completely bewildered. He looked around at the mess of scraps of paper scattered everywhere and tried to communicate with Director Zhang about the current situation: "They didn't hurt you, did they?"
Zhang Chaohe shook his head blankly, then took out a check from his suit pocket.
Five hundred million.
Although they lost a luxury mansion, they still made a net profit of 240 million... no, 500 million.
Assistant Chen pressed on, "Are you alright? What did they invite you here for?"
Could it be that they specifically provided paper for kids to tear up just to keep them entertained?
Zhang Chaohe, looking bewildered, held up a check for 500 million yuan: "Maybe... it's to send me money?"
Assistant Chen typed out a question mark incredulously: ?
Either I've gone mad today, or you've all gone mad!
Meanwhile, on the other side, Old Master Ji, who had finally escaped from the swan-like magnetic field, also breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to the old butler who brought him water and quick-acting heart medicine, his complexion improved a little.
The butler, who witnessed the whole thing, had mixed feelings: "This young master of the Zhang family is really... lively."
She's so lively, it's almost like she's throwing a tantrum.
Grandpa Ji clutched his heart in anguish: "I never imagined that one day I wouldn't even be able to give away money."
The old butler frantically tried to comfort the old man: "His honesty in accepting the money shows that the young master of the Zhang family is kind-hearted, which is a good thing!"
Although Old Master Ji knew this was a good thing, he was so angry that he suffered a heart attack. He simply couldn't accept that even giving money would be met with disdain... He lost 500 million, but he didn't get the joy of getting revenge.
He didn't want to stay in H City for another second—Old Master Ji immediately instructed the butler to pack his things, as he wanted to leave this heartbreaking place overnight!
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As Old Master Ji boarded his private plane and left overnight, the Zhang family remained shrouded in silence.
The check for 500 million yuan lay alone on the coffee table. The four members of the Zhang family were deep in thought, trying to analyze what the check meant.
Forced to appear, Assistant Chen also lowered his head in thought, wondering why Old Master Ji had gone to such lengths to invite Zhang Chaohe over.
Is it really just to throw away 500 million?
"I don't quite understand the world of the rich," Assistant Chen thought calmly. Although a five-hundred-million-dollar check could fill this room in cash, it was just a string of numbers right now.
Chairman Zhang and General Manager Zhang lowered their heads in deep thought, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for the matter. Ms. Zhao remained silent for a while: "Is it possible that it was just to keep Dian Dian away from Ji Boyang?"
After all, there had been a misunderstanding before.
But this misunderstanding should have been cleared up, so why did they suddenly give them another 500 million?
Zhang Yinshan suddenly asked, "Is it possible to use Dian Dian to open the door to cooperation with the Zhang family?"
Chairman Zhang asked the crucial question: "Is it necessary?"
Merchants envy officials, and officials enrich merchants. The Ji family's political background is like a piece of fat meat that all the business tycoons are eyeing. Now, the fat meat is not only knocking on the door and being offered to the crocodiles, but it has also prepared itself with marinade and barbecue skewers.
Is that possible?
Zhang Chaohe also joined the discussion: "There's a couple in the drama I'm in..."
"What is CP?" Mr. Zhang, an elderly man, asked earnestly about the new term used by young people.
"CP is the nickname viewers use for their favorite on-screen couple," Ms. Zhao, a key member of the middle-aged and elderly fan community, immediately explained. "Our on-screen CP is that kid surnamed Cheng!"
Zhang Yinshan was indeed furious upon hearing this – the wicked concubine had actually infiltrated the Zhang family!
Zhang Chaohe felt a little embarrassed, after all, he was secretly in love with her but appeared guilty on the surface, and he felt like he was facing a joint trial.
Chairman Zhang gave a casual "Oh," indicating he knew who this Xiao Cheng was—a person of good character, humble, and eager to learn; he was acceptable. He pressed on, "And then?"
“And this old man is actually a fan of my ship.” Zhang Chaohe said somewhat awkwardly, “So I suspect he might just want the ship he’s shipping to become a reality.”
However, his approach was too hardcore. While others might at most buy a few magazines to show their support, Mr. Ji bought the entire printing plant and even included an editorial department.
This time, it was Chairman Zhang's turn to cover his temples with both hands: "..."
What is all this? Is the entertainment industry really that lucrative? I wonder if there's a market for older celebrities?
This company might as well not exist!
Mr. Zhang sighed and rubbed his forehead in anguish: "I should... never mind, just take it if I give it to you. Isn't his kid going to work in biotechnology? I'll try to get in touch with him when I have time."
Zhang Chaohe guiltily pushed the check towards his elder brother: "Then, elder brother, you..."
Zhang Yinshan looked at his younger brother helplessly and gave him a "doting smile"—a smile typical of a male protagonist in a romance novel, enough to defeat the male protagonist image in 99% of the domineering CEO TV dramas on the market.
"Take it if I give it to you. It's not like I'm not making money by cooperating with the Ji family."
Chairman Zhang also said, "Dian Dian, spend what you need to spend, don't always think about investing money in the company - when you're just starting out, you do need money, so take this."
Zhang Chaohe stared in shock at his father and elder brother, then at Ms. Zhao, who clearly agreed with Chairman Zhang's point of view: "..."
Don't you really remember how much money you gave me?
Other people's entrepreneurial journey: starting from scratch, struggling anxiously, and accumulating 100 million yuan in initial capital over several years.