Zhang Chaohe's entrepreneurial journey: Chairman Zhang first gave him 1 billion, General Manager Zhang gave him 500 million, and then secretly gave him another 800 million, and even asked him if he had enough money.
So why did the original owner of this body go to such lengths to provoke Cheng Jixue through illegal and criminal means? Was it because she didn't have enough money? Was her life not interesting enough?
Oh right, what's that all about? It's Zhang Chaohe who's provoking Cheng Jixue now.
That's alright then. I guess all people named Zhang Chaohe are the same kind of scoundrel.
Even after Zhang Chaohe sat back in his car with the 500 million yuan check, he still felt it was unbelievable. He slumped over the steering wheel for a while, lost in thought, before deciding to call Ji Boyang: "Hello?"
Ji Boyang was so excited he was practically jumping for joy—my second aunt finally remembered me, finally! He greeted her with a reserved "Hello" full of anticipation, waiting for her next words.
Zhang Chaohe asked tentatively, "Do you know that your great-grandfather just came to see me?"
Two little snails met on a branch and tentatively extended their tiny antennae to each other.
Ji Boyang nodded like a puppy: "I know, I know, wasn't he going to tell you... uh, to hurry up and be with Brother Cheng?"
Zhang Chaohe was about to ask what you thought about this when Ji Boyang excitedly said, "That's great! I'm withdrawing from the competition. I wish you both a long and happy marriage."
Zhang Chaohe: ...
He asked, somewhat puzzled, "Don't you like him?"
Wait a minute, shouldn't this be a sweet romance novel? How come the main characters, the top and the bottom, suddenly have a brotherly relationship and are building a better motherland together?
When Ji Boyang first heard this argument, he was terrified. But the second time he heard it, he was able to remain calm: "No, my respect for Mr. Cheng is as clear as day and night. There is absolutely no personal affection other than kinship between us!"
"If I break this oath, may I eat nothing but vomit and starve to death."
Zhang Chaohe: What a vicious oath!
He tentatively asked, "If I were with Xiao Cheng, would you hire a shark to drive a truck and kill me?"
Ji Boyang asked in confusion, "Why would I kill you? I'd drive a truck and lay out a carpet of flowers for you!"
If you can marry off your menopausal second uncle, I, Young Master Ji, will personally drive a flower-paved road for the two of you!
I've smoothed out all the obstacles in your love journey—please, you two, hurry up and start dating, and stop making sarcastic remarks about me!
Zhang Chaohe hung up the phone in a daze, now lost in deep confusion.
He longed to go back to the day he read this novel; he would have stayed up all night to finish the whole book—to see what outrageous plot points he hadn't yet discovered.
Then he casually called Assistant Jiang as well. Assistant Jiang was looking at documents, and she said nonchalantly, "Get to the point—"
Zhang Chaohe spoke up silently: "I just earned 500 million."
Jiang Te's assistant shuddered, almost tearing the document off the page: "Huh?"
Zhang Chaohe spoke with an air of utter loneliness and despair: "I just earned a check for 500 million, but I haven't cashed it yet."
Assistant Jiang: I really don't want to do this for another day!!
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Cheng Jixue was standing in a corner of the set, listening to Ji Boyang happily report on the latest progress of the plan to conquer the goose. When he heard that the old man had lost 500 million yuan from 260 million yuan, Cheng Jixue raised an eyebrow.
He always thought that Zhang Chaohe would probably be an old man like his grandfather when he got old—except that he wasn't very shrewd.
But after hearing about the old man's glorious experience of being dragged down by Zhang Chaohe, he couldn't help but want to laugh.
Ji Boyang was puzzled: "I don't know why my brother He asked me if I would hire a shark to ram him... I really don't know what he's thinking."
This wasn't the first time Cheng Jixue had heard this question, and he didn't understand why Zhang Chaohe kept dwelling on it. However, there wasn't much to explain to Ji Boyang, so he simply told him to observe further before hanging up.
He hesitated for a moment before turning to leave. But Cheng Jixue didn't see that the flower bushes behind him suddenly rustled, and a hand holding a portable camera reached out from the bushes, quickly snapping a few pictures of his departing figure.
Then the hand quietly withdrew, and a hooded man peeked out, limped over the wall, and ran away.
A note from the author:
Grandpa Ji: In this day and age, can't even money be given away anymore?
Zhang Baiwan (holding a check): Deep in thought;
Although they lost the momentum, they still made a net profit of 500 million (not really).
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 61
Cheng Jixue had been waiting for Zhang Chaohe to come back to visit the set.
He didn't come on the first day.
He didn't come the next day.
...
A week later, he still didn't come.
Only Caiye wandered around the set every day, basking in the affection of all the godparents on set. Cheng Jixue wondered every day why Zhang Chaohe hadn't come—but after hesitating for a long time, he still chose to post a suggestive message on his WeChat Moments.
However, Zhang Chaohe remained unseen and disappeared without a trace.
It wasn't that Zhang Chaohe didn't want to reply; it was just that he had a very miserable week—his original plan was this:
For the first three days, I practiced the collaboration music pack for "Rebellious Lightyear" and "Drunken Blade" at six-star difficulty; from the fourth to the sixth day, I worked as a guest model, traveling to shoot promotional photos of the collaboration costumes for "Drunken Blade"; on the last day, I went back to the set to visit everyone and also took Caiye home to visit its grandparents.
On the third day, Zhang Chaohe became delirious from memorizing the music game scores. When he went out for a walk, he encountered a man selling durians along the street with a basket of durians in his trunk. Seeing that the durians looked good, he bought one and took it home.
Then, that evening, when Zhang Chaohe opened a durian, he suffered the painful experience of being hit on the leg and instep by a durian shell—fortunately, the durian shell had already been broken into very small pieces, so it did not cause particularly serious damage.
He was even too embarrassed to go to the hospital for treatment, and he was determined to stay home and not move an inch...
This is so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing! Zhang Chaohe vowed he would never let anyone know about this!
Unfortunately, when Assistant Chen was communicating with the brand about the schedule, he unexpectedly learned that General Manager Zhang had postponed the trip under the pretext of a company meeting, and had also taken leave from work to find inspiration for the shoot, thus openly skipping work.
Impossible! No boss can escape the sanction of work!!
Assistant Chen went straight to Mr. Zhang's house. He rang the doorbell for a while but there was no response, so he entered the code as if he knew the way well... and then he saw Mr. Zhang lying on his side on the sofa in a panic: "Why are you here?"
There was a rickety cushion covering his calves.
Assistant Chen looked at General Manager Zhang with a puzzled expression: "Why didn't you go to work?"
Zhang Chaohe: This hits the nail on the head regarding my painful memories.
Between being ashamed of being stupid and being ashamed of being lazy, Zhang Chaohe chose the latter.
"Because I don't want to move."
Xiao Zhang moved his body awkwardly—he was afraid the scabs on his legs would break, so he moved with great difficulty, as if he were paralyzed from the waist down.
Assistant Chen's expression turned cold: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Chaohe mumbled a couple of perfunctory "uh-huhs" to get through to him, trying to get Assistant Chen to leave quickly. Assistant Chen's repeated urging to go to the hospital was to no avail; even after leaving, he remained worried as he stood at the elevator door.
In his eyes, Xiao Zhang is like a willful and mischievous little animal... Do little animals feel that they are sick and uncomfortable?
Without the slightest hesitation, Assistant Chen immediately dialed the phone number of the private hospital under the Shengjing Group. After he briefly described Mr. Zhang's condition, the doctor on the other end immediately felt that Mr. Zhang's condition was extremely critical!
Symptoms include numbness in the limbs, weakness on one side of the body, intermittent symptoms, slurred speech, and drowsiness.
This looks exactly like the warning signs of a stroke.
Actually, Assistant Chen felt something was wrong, so when he described it just now, he tried to align it with the entry on stroke warning signs on the encyclopedia.
The doctor thought it was unlikely... but since Mr. Zhang was a VVIP client of the hospital, it was always better to be cautious!
So Zhang Chaohe was lying at home when an ambulance came crashing down on him—when the medical staff, led by Assistant Chen, rushed into his prestigious penthouse, Zhang Chaohe almost jumped off the sofa!
It's like when you're at home eating fruit and watching TV, and suddenly a CIA operations officer bursts into your house—that's the kind of effect it would have.
Zhang Chaohe was first subjected to an emergency on-site examination by well-trained medical staff, and then almost had to be "safely transported" away. He tried to resist at one point, but the medical staff used a gentle yet firm approach, and without explanation, directly escorted the uncooperative patient to the hospital!
Upon learning that the patient was Mr. Zhang, the hospital's senior management was on high alert. Not only were all relevant experts and the vice president mobilized, but the patient's family was also notified in advance. Mr. Zhang, upon hearing that his son might have suffered a stroke at such a young age, immediately left his meeting and rushed to the hospital!
Amidst the chaos, Zhang Chaohe was struggling to explain to the doctor that his strange behavior was only due to a minor superficial injury on his leg—but the doctor, of course, wasn't going to let him off easily and insisted on a full set of tests…
By the time Mr. Zhang and Ms. Zhao arrived at the hospital, the news had already spread throughout the corridor that "Mr. Zhang suffered a stroke after being hit by a durian."
Overwhelmed with grief, and the stares of the uninformed onlookers made Ms. Zhao almost burst into tears. She ran faster than Mr. Zhang, and as soon as she pushed open the ward door, she saw Zhang Chaohe sitting blankly on the hospital bed, looking like a dried-out salted fish, with his right leg hanging over the edge of the bed tightly bound with bandages.
Ms. Zhao instantly conjured up a terrifying scene of a patient suffering limb necrosis in the late stages of a stroke. She didn't notice the expression on Mr. Zhang's face behind her, who had just asked the doctor about the situation. She rushed over in fright and asked repeatedly, "Dian Dian, what happened to your leg? Will you be able to stand up again?"
Zhang Chaohe wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He looked at Ms. Zhao in despair and said, "Hmm... I guess it's okay."
After learning about the situation, Chairman Zhang was so angry he laughed: "Alright, he's fine, just a minor scrape on his leg. If he hadn't come to the hospital soon, it would have healed on its own!"
Unable to contain his shame, Zhang Chaohe quickly covered himself with the blanket and rolled back onto the hospital bed, pretending to be dead.
It took Ms. Zhao a while to accept this fact. For a moment, she felt a sense of relief, as if she had escaped a disaster. After a moment of daze, she immediately grabbed the cushion next to her and punched Zhang Chaohe, who was rolled up like a blanket, twice: "You brat, you scared me to death! You scared me to death!!"
Zhang Chaohe lay down and took the beating, secretly deciding to hold Chen, his assistant, responsible for all the beatings he received today!
Ms. Zhao put her hands on her hips and threw down a cushion: "It's all because you live alone, have irregular schedules, and an unhealthy lifestyle that you got hurt!"
Zhang Chaohe, still covered by the blanket, was stunned: Wait a minute—I wasn't scratched by the durian?
What does this have to do with irregular sleep patterns?!
But there's a kind of unhealthy lifestyle that comes from your mom thinking you're living an unhealthy life. After laying the groundwork, Ms. Zhao coldly declared, "You're coming home to stay for the next few days, and you're canceling all your messy jobs!"
Upon hearing this, Chairman Zhang immediately chimed in, "That's right! You have to go home! Look at your schedule these days. The other day I saw you posting on WeChat Moments at 3 a.m. inviting people to play games!"
Zhang Chaohe: That's from the game automatically sharing stamina points!
You just want me to go home, don't you?!
Just then, Zhang Yinshan arrived at the hospital. Although he was relatively calm and had already learned about Dian Dian's condition online, he came along because he heard that his father and aunt had already arrived. As he pushed open the ward door, he overheard Chairman Zhang telling Zhang Chaohe to go home.
Zhang Chaohe was about to decline—who wants to go home and be watched by their parents? I don't want to—when he heard his older brother, who was late, pouring oil into the pan: "Since Diandian has been staying at home recently, I'll go home to stay too."
Ms. Zhao also thoughtfully asked, "Is it convenient for you to commute to and from get off work?"
Zhang Yinshan glanced at his watch: "It's alright, we have a driver."
Mr. Zhang was very pleased that his two sons suddenly had a change of heart and were willing to come home for a short stay: "Come home and visit when you have nothing to do—isn't it great to have a happy family reunion?"
Zhang Chaohe crawled out from under the covers, which were practically twisted into a worm's body: "Wait a minute, I..."
Zhang Yinshan smiled and glanced at Zhang Chaohe, who immediately shut up. He suspected that if he dared to say another word, his older brother could just throw him into the operating room and have some kind of surgery done.