Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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When Zhuang Li sent the video, Zong Zhengming was in a meeting.
He had set a special alert tone for Xiao Curly, so he immediately realized who was harassing him at the first moment.
His hands uncontrollably reached for his pockets, but he had to hold back under the gaze of dozens of eyes. However he no longer had the mind to handle official business.
After finally waiting for the meeting to end, he immediately took out his phone to check and found that the message was not a text or voice message, but a video message. A faint joy already burst out in his heart.
He had to admit that after only not seeing each other for a few hours, his longing for Xiao Curly had become so strong that he could no longer suppress it.
He told his secretary not to disturb him, locked the office door, and clicked on the video with a nervous and cautious mood.
What caught his eye was not the face of the curly-haired boy that was smiling ambiguously all the time, but Zhuang Han who was bowing his head and signing a pile of documents. What was there to see?
Zong Zhengming’s nervous and throbbing heart sank immediately, and the expectation and joy in his eyes disappeared.
Then, the cover of the contract was enlarged by the camera, revealing a line of bold words – “Share Donation Agreement”.
What was going on?
Zong Zhengming frowned.
The camera shook, and the pretty face of the little curly-haired boy finally appeared on the screen. His narrow eyes were curved into a crescent shape, his dark pupils were shining brightly, his red lips were slightly upturned, and his smile was sweet and well-behaved.
His voice today was not deliberately lowered, nor was it deliberately dragged out, but was light, clear, and crisp.
“…Should you give me a little reward?” How much did this sound like asking for credit, and how much did it sound like acting like a spoiled child? Who would ask this question if they didn’t trust and rely on someone 100%?
After the scene froze, Zong Zhengming’s breathing and heartbeat also stopped involuntarily. After a long, long time, he slowly exhaled, closed his eyes, covered his chest, smiled bitterly and whispered: “I can give you anything you want!”
However, he did not record this sentence and sent it out. He edited it for a long time before replying with two extremely restrained words – [Be good.]
When Zhuang Li received these two words, he was standing on the top floor of “Cambrian”, overlooking the embarrassed figure of Zhuang Han carrying a cardboard box and staggering towards the parking lot.
7480 complained: “The god in this world is so cold!”
Zhuang Li chuckled: “You don’t understand, hypocrites are like this, the less they say, the more intense their inner conflict becomes.”
He lowered his head and replied with a line of text: [What did you dream about last night?]
Zong Zhengming who had been waiting anxiously: “…”
He really didn’t know how to reply to this message, but if he didn’t reply, he was afraid that Xiao Curly would lose interest and not want to chat with him anymore.
While he was struggling, another line of words popped up on the screen: [Did you dream about “smoking a cigar”?]
The double quotes were used very subtly.
Zong Zhengming stared at the phone screen expressionlessly, seemingly calm inside, but his ears were like two soldering irons, so red they were about to smoke.
After repeated consideration, he had to interrupt the conversation and put down his phone, but his heart was filled with emotions of loss, throbbing, and longing.
He was really being driven crazy by the little curly-haired boy!
Zhuang Li waited quietly for a long time but didn’t receive any reply, so he put the phone back into his pocket.
7480 murmured in disbelief: “Master, are you sure the god is just pretending to be serious? I think he is really cold and indifferent. He doesn’t even pay attention to you!”
In response, Zhuang Li laughed with great joy.
Without hacking into the Internet to monitor his lover’s every move, he could already picture the other person’s red ears, inner struggle, and hot body.
Indifferent? That’s impossible.
….
Zhuang Li was a man of his word. After obtaining the absolute controlling rights of Cambrian, he found someone to smooth things over and got Zhuang Jincheng out.
Of course, the crime of misappropriation of funds was a public prosecution case. It was impossible to withdraw the case or settle out of court. If Zhuang Jincheng wanted a lighter punishment and a suspended sentence, he must make up the remaining 400 million gap.
Those shareholders who once supported him had now turned to Zhuang Li; while several senior executives who served him faithfully were now being held in the police station and would definitely go to jail in the future.
Zhuang Jincheng originally thought that the car accident yesterday was his most difficult moment. However, just over a dozen hours later, his life suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom. All the glory and wealth became a thing of the past. It was like a nightmare from which he could never wake up.
When he walked out of the detention center and stood in the neon lights, for some reason, Zhuang Jincheng suddenly thought of his eldest son.
He did his utmost to suppress Zhuang Li and even resorted to cold violence, but the other party never expressed any protest but just intensified his debauchery outside.
One day, while eating breakfast, he read some gossip about his son in the newspaper and said to his wife Liao Xiujing: “This child is a waste, and his life will just be like this. He can’t compare to our Xiao Han.”
Liao Xiujing giggled and looked satisfied.
He thought that Mr. Shao had spoiled this child, but he didn’t expect that in the blink of an eye, Zhuang Li turned into a man-eating beast, biting whoever he caught, cruelly and mercilessly.
Did Xiao Han drive him crazy? Did Mr. Shao’s death finally make him unable to bear it? If he hadn’t provoked him, he wouldn’t have ended up like this, right?
Zhuang Jincheng lowered his head and looked at the two purple bruises on his wrists and suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain.
The bruises were from handcuffs. He had never thought that one day he would be locked in an iron chair, scolded, interrogated, and humiliated like a dog. At that moment, he lost all his dignity.
“Dad, I’m here to take you home. What’s wrong with your hand? Do you want to buy some clot-removing ointment?” Zhuang Han strode over.
Zhuang Jincheng looked straight at his youngest son and asked in a low voice, “You were the one who caused Zhuang Li’s car accident, weren’t you? You also killed Mr. Shao?”
Zhuang Han pulled him hard and said in a deep voice, “I’ll take you home.”
His evasion of the question was tantamount to an indirect admission.
Zhuang Jincheng waited until the car left the detention center before speaking fiercely, “I’ve taken all the charges on you. Are you satisfied now?”
Zhuang Han looked straight ahead and said calmly, “In order to rescue you, I also gave Cambrian to Zhuang Li for free. Are you satisfied?”
Zhuang Jincheng was stunned for a long time before his expression gradually softened. He then covered his face and sighed, “Forget it, let’s not talk about the past. We can start all over again as father and son.”
“Dad, don’t worry, I won’t fall down.” Zhuang Han patted his father’s shoulder.
Zhuang Jincheng also patted his son on the back of his hand, with no more hostility in his eyes.
The father and son reached a reconciliation silently.
However, when they returned to the community, they realized that it was easy to say “start over again”, but in reality, it contained so much bitterness and pain. Their luxury cars, mansions, jewelry, and valuables were all seized by the court, and all their assets were frozen.
It was a very cold day. Liao Xiujing wearing a dress was shivering in the cold wind. She was holding a mobile phone with a broken screen in her hand. There were several tilted suitcases beside her and she was crying heartbrokenly.
Seeing her husband and son finally come back, she stood there crying and shouting, “We have nothing left! All gone!”
Yes, all gone!
When Zhuang Jincheng married Mrs. Shao, he had nothing. He walked into this magnificent villa alone and nervously.
Decades later, when he thought he could finally turn things around, he had to leave the villa with his family, leaving nothing behind.
What belongs to you is yours, and what doesn’t belong to you, don’t even think about it – this was what Mr. Shao often said to hit Zhuang Jincheng. And at this moment, this sentence was made a reality by his carefully raised grandson with his own hands. What belongs to the Shao family, no one can take it away.
Destiny is a cycle – for some reason, Zhuang Jincheng suddenly remembered this sentence and then collapsed to the ground.
….
After acquiring “Cambrian”, Zhuang Li convened a shareholders’ meeting to announce his next business plan.
“I will focus on the research and development of driverless cars, with an initial investment of 5 billion yuan, and strive to put them into production in seven months.” He stood on the podium and said in a sonorous and powerful voice.
There was an uproar in the audience.
A shareholder blurted out, “Mr. Zhuang, aren’t you the one who is most opposed to the company’s move into the driverless car field? Moreover, the government has decided to take back the driving and sales rights of driverless cars. What do you want to do by investing 5 billion in one go? Are you throwing money into the water to hear a sound?”
“Yes! The government’s policy has changed. We can’t go against the government!”
“First-rate companies must keep up with the policy, otherwise they will easily become second-rate or even third-rate companies!”
“Mr. Zhuang, we don’t understand your idea.”
Amidst the opposition, Zhuang Li raised his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet, then said slowly: “Who says that first-class companies must follow policies? I believe that first-class companies should have the ability to change a country or even the world, and that’s what I want to do – change. I’ll leave my proposal here for now, and you can vote again after the hearing is over.”
Zhuang Li projected the following title onto the screen: “The Future of Self-Driving Cars – Made by Huarui”.
“Don’t turn off the projector until the hearing is over. I have to continue the meeting when I come back.” He turned and said to his assistant.
“Okay, Mr. Zhuang.” The assistant hurried over to take care of the projector.
Zhuang Li adjusted his tie, stroked his shirt hem, and said calmly, “Let’s go to the hearing.”
Today was the day when the government held a hearing on the automotive industry. The topic of discussion was “Should the driving and sales rights of driverless cars be revoked?”
At present, there had been accidents of self-driving cars killing people all over the world. Whether this immature technology could continue to be put into commercial use had become a difficult legal issue to determine.
Without government involvement in the rollout of self-driving cars, it would take decades for the technology to become commonplace.
Several shareholders followed Zhuang Li’s steps, looked back at the projector which was still on, and finally realized something.
“Mr. Zhuang, are you sure you can make the administrator change his mind at the hearing?”
“If the government continues to support the research and development and promotion of driverless technology, the 5 billion yuan can be invested!”
“Boss Zhuang, do you have any plans?”
The group asked as they walked, and although they did not get a definite answer from Zhuang Li, they felt much more at ease.
Since the death of Mr. Shao, President Zhuang took only one day and one night to defeat Zhuang Jincheng and Zhuang Han. This strength is not exaggerated.
[A biting dog never barks. Everyone should be careful when working under Mr. Zhuang in the future!] I don’t know who posted this sentence in the work group.
7480 who scanned this message: “…”
Human language is so vivid and lifelike!
….
Walking into the hearing hall and seeing Zong Zhengming sitting on the podium with a serious face, Zhuang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, then curled his thin lips and smiled secretly.
Zong Zhengming also noticed the little curly-haired boy at the first moment, but his expression was still so cold, as if he had never seen the other person before.
Zhuang Li covered half of his face and smiled silently. Finally, he took out a cigar that he had prepared long ago from his jacket pocket, stuck out a piece of his pink tongue tip, and gently rolled it into his mouth.
Zong Zhengming’s pupils contracted violently for a moment, and his handsome face became even more tense.
The business representatives sitting in the audience couldn’t help but shrink their necks, feeling a little cold.
A security guard walked up to Zhuang Li, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, “Sir, you can’t smoke here.”
“Okay, I understand.” Zhuang Li didn’t have the habit of smoking. He put the cigar back into the metal box and hid it in his pocket. Finally, he looked at the podium and asked silently with his mouth: “Where is my reward?”
Zong Zhengming understood, so he looked away, his profile as cold and hard as a sculpture, but his ears quickly turned red.
Zhuang Li also looked away, then covered his mouth and laughed softly with great pleasure.
Long time no see, this guy is still so cute.
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