Assistant Jiang continued his boasting: "Even if my sister is 32 and still single..."
Just as Zhang Chaohe was about to say something, a thunderous cheer suddenly erupted from near the parking spaces by the main road, behind the gaudy green trees: "Weiwei - were you waiting for me!"
Zhang Chaohe was shocked: ?
As soon as he finished speaking, the other party turned around the bushes and came face to face with Mr. Zhang, who had just been blocked.
Zhang Chaohe: Assistant Jiang: The unexpected mysterious person: ! !
He glanced at Assistant Jiang, who was standing there dumbfounded, and then at General Manager Zhang, who was looking back and forth between him and Assistant Jiang as if struck by lightning. He subconsciously pulled his hoodie over his head, which was covered by a hat and mask, and then turned and started running!
Zhang Chaohe reacted immediately, shouted "Don't run!" and then took a running start, chasing after the enemy like a cannonball!
Assistant Jiang, who had just been furiously crafting his "single woman" persona and secret relationship only to have it exposed in such an outrageous way, was completely petrified: "This guy ahead of me is running pretty fast, but he's panting a lot, probably because he doesn't exercise much." So, although Zhang Chaohe started a little further away, he quickly closed the gap once they started running.
As Zhang Chaohe chased after him, he shouted threats to the other man not to run away—this kid ran away like a mouse seeing a cat as soon as he saw him, he must know someone!
He's going to see today which bastard dares to secretly poach his assistant Jiang's girlfriend!
The two were running like they were in a police chase. Just as the other was about to jump over the bushes, a passerby glanced up, immediately took off his earphones, and leaped to take a shortcut and pinned the other down!
The young man, while aggressively pinning him down, grinned maliciously and reached out to rip off the mysterious figure's hat: "Let's see your true face!"
After pulling off his hat and mask, Li Yimao's face, devoid of dreams and resembling that of a salted fish, was revealed: "..."
Zhang Chaohe: ?
The young man loosened his grip and scratched his head awkwardly: "Oh dear, I thought Mr. Zhang was doing another heroic deed by chasing after a fugitive."
Zhang Chaohe: "..."
Is this the image I project to the public?
Li Yimao, who was lying on the ground, awkwardly reached out to greet him: "Hi, Mr. Zhang, long time no see..."
I have something to say about the fact that I skipped work to see my darling, and then my darling was the one who held the seal of His Majesty.
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Although this matter is somewhat surreal, something even more surreal awaits Zhang Chaohe.
He had intended to interrogate Li Yimao about exactly when he started poaching his girlfriend. However, before he could even sit down upstairs, he received a strange phone call.
The caller dialed his private number. The older brother's voice was deep and mellow, with a subtle hint of the threatening atmosphere unique to the organization: "Mr. Zhang, please come to Xiangyuan in half an hour. My husband wants to see you."
Hearing the bubbling sound, Zhang Chaohe asked, completely bewildered, "Who is your husband?"
How dare you speak to me, Zhang, like that? Are you planning to leave the underworld?
The other party replied sternly and coldly, "It is Mr. Ji."
Zhang Chaohe: I'm sorry, please feel free to say a few more words.
He stood up and said to Assistant Jiang with a heavy heart, "If I haven't called you by 5 p.m. tonight... please call the police for me."
This phone call didn't sound like an invitation; it sounded more like a death threat. He was now seriously suspecting that the Ji family might be involved in organized crime...
Meanwhile, on the other side, Grandpa Ji asked expectantly, "How is it? Isn't it very classy and impressive?"
The bodyguard, specially selected from the bodyguard team, with the deepest, most sexy, and coolly captivating voice: I don't think Mr. Zhang is too impressed with this.
Aunt Zhu chuckled beside her, eager to make the most of the situation, and, supporting the old man on his stool, exclaimed, "Knowing your good intentions, Xiao He will definitely be very happy!"
When Ji Boyang last visited Xiangyuan, he recounted in detail the love-hate entanglement between his second uncle and aunt, as well as his own unfortunate situation as a cannon fodder. Aunt Zhu laughed for three days straight after hearing this, almost laughing so hard she hiccuped!
Finally, someone can cure Duanduan! Hahaha!
Grandpa Ji nodded happily, then rubbed his long, unruly eyebrows with his fingers. He smiled slightly, looking both fierce and upright; a photograph of him would certainly be a powerful talisman to ward off evil spirits.
The bodyguard next to him twitched his face: Actually, you could have chosen not to smile; you might have looked more amiable that way.
Meanwhile, Zhang Chaohe had also arrived at the scene fully armed—he was driving that famous McLaren Senna, wearing shiny handmade leather shoes, a pure black bespoke suit, and gold-rimmed sunglasses, walking into Xiangyuan with an arrogant stride!
Behind him, his assistant, Chen, also dressed in a black suit with an old blue tie, stepped out of the driver's seat with an arrogant and aloof air. His muscles were so prominent that he looked like a bodybuilding champion, and standing next to Zhang Chaohe, they looked exactly like a gangster prince and his loyal henchman!
Assistant Chen, who is known for his saying "practice makes perfect," believes that as long as one abandons their pride, they can be very happy!
As soon as the two entered the main gate of Xiangyuan, they saw two rows of bodyguards in black suits and red ties with sunglasses lined up on both sides of the lobby's welcome carpet... As soon as Zhang Chaohe stepped in, these two rows of tough guys immediately bowed at a ninety-degree angle and said in a loud voice, "Welcome, President Zhang!"
Zhang Chaohe: You guys are involved in organized crime, aren't you?! Will I get a reward for reporting you?!
He nodded calmly on the surface, but inside he was panicking. He was terrified that he would be knocked unconscious halfway there and then sent to the sea to be filled with sand or to a construction site to be buried as a foundation... Zhang Chaohe was full of outrageous ideas, unaware that Assistant Chen was already on edge!
Oh no, this is all bad news! I really can't beat those twenty-odd people QAQ!
An elderly man with gray hair stepped forward from the front row with a "snap," and politely gestured for him to proceed: "Mr. Zhang, please!"
Zhang Chaohe: Help! His face screams, "I'm leading you to the Yellow Springs!"
"You can't lose face!" Zhang Chaohe nodded arrogantly, his face displaying an air of "I'm not afraid of your father!" He followed the old man's guidance into the private room. The spacious room, seemingly empty, contained only a plate of melon seeds and a fruit basket. Old Master Ji sat imposingly at the head of the table, his long eyebrows exuding authority and his phoenix eyes gleaming with a sharp light: "Sit!"
Zhang Chaohe's mind was filled with those five hundred yuan. He felt so embarrassed that he almost wanted to dig his toes into the ground—what was he thinking when he actually scanned a QR code and transferred five hundred yuan to Grandpa Ji!
If you're going to transfer money, transfer at least a thousand!
Because Zhang Chaohe was wearing sunglasses, only his sharp, cold jawline was visible, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. Old Master Ji couldn't read his mind, only hearing Zhang Chaohe say unhurriedly, "Hello, sir."
Grandpa Ji: Excellent! Calm and composed in the face of danger, truly a general's demeanor!
In fact, Zhang Chaohe was shuffling his toes under the table, ready to jump out of the window and escape at any moment when his "good brothers" outside broke down the door!
Unaware of his complex inner thoughts, Old Master Ji revealed a terrifying smile: "I heard you're dating my grandson?"
Zhang Chaohe: Who? Ji Boyang?
"We're lucky we didn't tear each other apart—where did this intelligence come from?" Zhang Chaohe calmly began, "No..."
But then Old Master Ji interrupted him rapidly, taking out a thick stack of folders from beside him. His lean, strong hands then spun the lazy Susan on the table with a "snap," and the document stopped precisely in front of Zhang Chaohe!
Just as Zhang Chaohe was about to marvel at the old man's strong hands, he heard Old Master Ji coldly say, "Here's a check for 100 million yuan, and a house worth 160 million yuan..."
"I want you...to leave my great-grandson!"
Zhang Chaohe: ...
Is this the wicked mother-in-law of a wealthy family? How could such a huge windfall actually fall from the sky?
A note from the author:
Goose: Sorry, but there really is such a huge windfall!!
Old man: My aura is spot on!
An older, domineering CEO versus a younger, domineering CEO: a painful loss of 260 million.
Oh no, there was a bug with the generational ranking system. I fixed it immediately and thank you so much! QAQ
Thank you to all my lovely readers for your support! I've decided to dedicate my limited weekends to endless writing and stop memorizing texts!!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 60
Although Old Master Ji looks quite like Zhong Kui reincarnated, in Zhang Chaohe's eyes now he is simply a smiling God of Wealth with white eyebrows.
Zhang Chaohe: Although I don't know why the old man thinks that Ji Boyang and I are having an affair, if my elementary school-level calculation level is correct...
260 million.
I wouldn't even dare to dream of something this big.
"You mean... Ji Boyang?"
The old man nodded seriously: "He's the only child in my family this generation. He's not even twenty yet, so he can't date."
But if there are two children in this generation, you can have one!
Although Zhang Chaohe was incredibly tempted, he still felt that the money was too hot to handle... Besides, if he dared to take the 260 million, what if Master Ji realized what was going on later? Could he simply turn himself into a 260 million person?
Thinking of this, Zhang Chaohe pushed the document aside, arrogantly raising his chin: "I have no relation to Ji Boyang whatsoever, I cannot accept this money."
260 million, a number that sounds so unappealing that it makes you not want to work hard—even if you have it in your account, who would complain that you don't have enough money?
Upon hearing this, Old Master Ji exclaimed, "No way! He's about to return to the capital, and he absolutely has to give out this red envelope!" He slammed his hand on the table and said, "Of course I have one! Last time, Mrs. Zhang even thought Ji Boyang was her future son-in-law!"
Zhang Chaohe: Although, but isn't that all in the past?
Grandpa Ji shoved the folder back at him with a "thud": "You should take this money and find someone else. I think your friend surnamed Cheng is quite good!"
Zhang Chaohe tried to explain in vain: "But I have absolutely no relation to your great-grandson," he gritted his teeth: "We're even rivals in love."
Grandpa Ji gave a blank "Ah"—then he jumped up: "Huh??"
He pointed at Zhang Chaohe, trembling, and asked, "Rival in love? Who? Who are you talking about?"
Zhang Chaohe was startled, fearing the old man would faint, and rushed over to support him: "Although I'm not entirely sure, there's a high probability..."
"Who!" Old Master Ji cried out in anguish—why had a traitor appeared in the revolutionary ranks!
Zhang Chaohe thought to himself, "I'm sorry, Cheng Jixue. You have to take the blame today, whether you like it or not!"
He sighed deeply, "It's my friend surnamed Cheng."
The old man's hand, which had been trembling with anger, stopped instantly, becoming even more stable than if it had been braced. He snorted coldly, gently brushed Zhang Chaohe aside, and revealed a satisfied smile: "That's more like it."
He poured himself a cup of tea, a very shrewd and knowing smile playing on his lips: "As for Boyang, well, don't worry, he definitely doesn't like your friend surnamed Cheng! Of course, if you're really worried, I'll take him away tomorrow!"
Zhang Chaohe was stunned—this was his great-grandfather? Right?
He really couldn't figure out what the Ji family head meant... But according to seniority, since Ji Er was already so powerful, his great-grandfather, as the head of the family, must be even more powerful, right?
Although Ji Boyang seems like nothing special... his great-grandfather spent 260 million in one go, so he does seem to have some skill.
Zhang Chaohe's eyes lit up, and he decided to cultivate a good relationship with his great-grandfather. That way, if Ji Boyang suddenly went mad in the future, he could use his power to kill him on the spot!
Suddenly, he slid down next to the old man's chair, obediently sitting like a vegetable leaf that had just been beaten by Director Chen: "Although I appreciate your kindness, Ji Boyang and I have an irreconcilable feud, so I cannot accept this money!"
Upright and righteous, that's the good persona I, Zhang, have!
Grandpa Ji didn't quite understand—how could someone refuse money offered to them? Was it because they were too rich to care about 260 million? But then he thought about it again and realized that he had heard that CEO Zhang had spent 200 million on a TV series, so 260 million was indeed a bit too little.
The elderly CEO gave a cool smile, clapped his hands, and the door to the private room opened. The old man who had led the way returned, handing over a checkbook. Old Master Ji pulled a pen from the pocket of his seemingly unchanging old-fashioned jacket: "Tell me, is adding another two hundred million enough?"
Zhang Chaohe: "..."