Chapter 38 [VIP]

After Wei Guan finished speaking, he assumed that Tan Quelu would nod naturally and accept the praise as usual.

After all, he had praised the other person so many times before.

However, Elm blinked, as if she hadn't heard, and suddenly stared at the tricycle in the camera lens, seemingly very interested: "Wei Guan, this vehicle looks pretty easy to ride."

Under the light, the tips of his porcelain-white ears were slightly red.

"......"

Wei Guan raised an eyebrow slightly.

The energetic and exciting music is still ringing in my ears.

He gave a slow, deliberate "hmm," and without saying anything, returned to his car without changing his expression amidst his older sister's warm farewell.

The older sister even forcibly stuffed a bunch of dolls into the car for free.

"Don't be shy, let the kids play with it!"

The driver suppressed a laugh and considerately pressed the lift button.

In the quiet carriage, Tan Quelu spoke first.

“I didn’t stay up late watching cartoons,” he explained. “Something seemed to have happened at my roommate’s house, and I was woken up by the noise.”

Wei Guan stared at him, his handsome features striking: "You're really good-looking."

"......"

After a pause, Tan Quelu calmly repeated, "I didn't stay up late watching cartoons. Something happened at my roommate's house, and I was woken up by the noise."

You are so beautiful.

“Wei Guan”.

The man chuckled very softly.

"Feel sorry."

Wei Guan lowered his eyes, flipped the camera, and held the Rainbow Cat doll in his slender fingers, calmly saying, "I am Rainbow Cat. I think the shy Tan Quelu is really beautiful. Anyone disagree?"

"I am Grey Wolf, and I agree that shy Tan is really good-looking in green."

"I am Lu Xiaoguo, and I agree that the shy Tan Quelu is really beautiful."

"..." Tan Quelu felt like she wanted to jump into the screen and hit him.

But in the mirror, the boy's eyes and brows revealed an unconscious smile.

He looked at the screen and suddenly said, "Wait, how come you forgot Bald Qiang?"

He clearly saw a Bald Qiang doll in the middle.

Without waiting for a reply.

Tan Quelu drew out her words and said meaningfully, "Wei Guan, you think Bald Qiang is ugly, right? -- You're so burdened by this!"

Wei Guan looked away from the camera, his expression unchanged: "That's not true."

"hehe."

I don't believe in the story of Peacock Green.

Listening to the sweet conversation here, and hearing the faint screams of the protagonist coming from next door, the system felt that this world was so magical.

[Host, it seems the protagonist is really going to jump...]

Even birds don't pay any attention to peacock green.

He returned to his room and looked at the screen: "You still haven't told me what projects you completed today."

—What project directly eliminated the mastermind behind the original work, changing the entire plot?

"The transfer of ownership of St. Weston."

Wei Guan put away the doll and explained to Que Lu in simple terms: "St. Weston is invested by multiple shareholders, with Eden, Golden Dome, Tower Mountain, and Wujiang being the four largest shareholders."

“Today I took over one of the elder statesmen’s groups and acquired all of its shares. In a month, Eden will become the largest shareholder of the Board of Trustees.”

In return, he relinquished all of the Xia family's operational gray assets, except for St. Weston.

The Eden building's conference room has been in complete chaos since noon. The board members have lost all decorum, arguing fiercely over trivial matters, and almost coming to blows.

Ten minutes ago, everyone had barely managed to come up with a plan to divide the spoils.

After signing the agreement, everyone regained their composure, shaking hands and making peace with smiles on their faces.

When they escorted Wei Guan downstairs, Zhong Lin smiled and sighed, seemingly helplessly remarking, "President Wei's ruthless methods brought down such a large family as the Xia family."

"Unlike my son Niankang, who was ambitious in investing but did not achieve the desired results."

Previously, Zhong Niankang collaborated with Tashan Group to build an internet healthcare blockchain, but Tashan went bankrupt first, and then the Jinqiong system collapsed. Before it could even get off the ground, it was met with market resistance.

Zhong Lin looked at Wei Guan, his smiling eyes filled with wariness: "President Wei, you are truly a formidable young man!"

It's the Xia family now, but who knows, one day it might be Jin Qiong and Ta Shan's turn.

It seems the Zhong and Xie families really need to get closer together.

A room with soft lighting.

Tan Quelu looked at Wei Guan, blinking in bewilderment: "So, Wujiang Group and the Xia family are both gone now?"

Wei Guan nodded: "At most three months, the Xia family will declare bankruptcy."

The police will detain the Xia family according to the law. With the assets failing to sell at auction and being divided, Wujiang Group has now become a thing of the past.

However, although they are bankrupt, their lives will not be like those of truly poor people, but rather they will reach a level of ordinary moderate prosperity.

Tan Quelu said "oh," as she was thinking about the protagonist's future identity.

Wei Guan suddenly sent a document.

The man remained calm: "Click to take a look."

Tan Chuanlu opened it.

On the screen is a very long, but very simple and easy-to-understand funding and donation plan.

The document states that, starting today, St. Weston's credit system has been completely reformed. Admitted students will no longer need credits to graduate, while all wealthy students must accumulate enough credits to obtain the necessary graduation certificate.

Earning credits is easy.

Donate money. The more you donate, the more academic credits you earn.

Eden, along with all the companies on the school board, established a social welfare fund and a charitable incentive program. Individual students who donate the most money can join the "Youth Association" established by the school board; those who donate the most money can participate in the affairs of the St. Weston school board; and those who donate the most money have direct veto power on the school board.

Even after being admitted to university, participants can retain their eligibility to participate for three years.

This is tantamount to laying a ladder to heaven directly beneath one's feet. Not everyone is like the F3 kids, an only child in a family, or from a top-tier wealthy family. They also crave attention from their families, or yearn to climb into higher social circles.

Wei Guan's plan is like a carrot dangling in front of a donkey's eyes, tempting them to keep grinding.

Tan Quelu looked at the screen, her dark eyebrows and eyes appearing clear and bright in the dim light.

Wei Guan lowered his eyes, his gaze appearing shallow in the night, and gently fell on the boy's old, white collar.

To this day, Tan Quelu still wears the old clothes he brought from prison day after day, persisting in his way of atonement.

It's already early autumn.

He only had a few coats in prison, and if he wore this, he would catch a cold.

Or perhaps, talking about peacock green is just a way of making himself sick.

When the body suffers physical pain, a merciful God will see His own atonement, will treat the deceived souls kindly, and will free them from suffering in Heaven.

Merciful God.

Take everything from him without restraint. Whether it's life, health, wealth, or appearance. Whatever is lost, will inevitably be given to someone else.

Deprivation, in conversation, means another kind of possession.

He can be very clever, very vicious, and very cold-blooded.

Sometimes they can be stubborn, foolish, or simplistic.

Wei Guan cannot comment on him.

No one can judge another person.

He simply stated, "Tomorrow, St. Weston will provide standardized benefits to the specially admitted students."

"There are new clothes, new shoes, scarves, gloves..."

Tan Quelu raised her eyes and quietly met the gaze of the young man.

Wei looked at him calmly and said, "Although I think you look good in anything."

"But it's okay to wear new clothes occasionally, right?"

Tan Quelu hummed in agreement, and after a moment, asked him, "Does everyone have one?"

“Everyone has it,” Wei Guan assured, “just like the meals before.”

“I will allocate funds so that the welfare home can catch up, and you and the children can wear new clothes together.”

Tan Quelu nodded, got out of bed, opened the wardrobe, revealing a pile of expensive gifts from the F3 members.

He told Wei Guan to choose whatever he wanted: "How much? I'll give you the cash."

Wei Guan didn't refuse, and smiled: "You're really amazing, you earn more than me."

Tan Quelu blinked, knowing he was trying to comfort her.

However, he didn't expose him. He slowly touched the packaging bag and pretended to be modest: "No, I'm not like you, I can only make quick money this way."

"What do you mean by 'this'?"

Wei Guan said casually, his voice indifferent: "You gave emotional feedback and value, so it's only right that you get these in return."

"Perhaps social rules have told you that this kind of money is inferior. But no one tells you that the process of all capital accumulation is a hundred times more despicable than social rules."

"Green Sparrow, you're too young and your sense of morality is too high."

"The mature adult you imagine doesn't actually exist."

He rarely talks this much.

Tan Quelu looked at Wei Guan in bewilderment: "You're so mature."

"Wei Guan, don't belittle yourself. It's not good to underestimate yourself."

Who is really belittling themselves?

Wei Guan lowered his eyes and suddenly smiled.

He hummed in agreement, glancing gently at Tan Quelu, his handsome features accentuated by the night: "You've done well in Chinese."

"I remember you had two Chinese language worksheets in your homework today. Give them to me tomorrow and I'll grade them."

"......oh."

Tan Quelu obediently went to find the test paper.

Wei Guan told him to go to bed early and to make sure he wore his new coat tomorrow. After saying goodnight to each other, the video call finally ended.

The system wept with joy: [Finally dead!! Host, let's hurry and comfort the protagonist!!]

Xia Xing is really going to die!!

Tan Quelu found the two papers and laid them out unhurriedly: "No rush."

"Go and investigate how Wei Guan brought down the Xia family."

Knowing it couldn't persuade the host, the system quickly scrambled into the data stream.

A few seconds later, it quickly returned: [After inheriting the Wei family, Wei Guan has been secretly investigating all the families in Weisi City. The Xia family, as the mastermind, is eager to seize power and has committed many illegal and criminal acts! We are currently in the middle of the story, and the Xia family hasn't completely concealed themselves yet.]

Moreover, Wei Guan still has incriminating evidence against at least half of the board of directors. He has been whitewashing the Wei family's past, purging people and completely reshuffling them. Now, with the absolute support of the government, the Eden Group is an impenetrable fortress.

Tan Quelu wondered: "Why is he investigating so many people? And wasn't he never involved in any of this in the original story?"

In the original novel, Wei Guan, as a NPC who provides benefits to the protagonist, never gets involved in melodramatic plot twists. While the protagonist is entangled with the F3, Wei Guan has already shifted his business focus, and in the finale, he even travels to the capital, Avalon, to expand his business empire.

The NPC boss in the original work is described as unpredictable and quite cunning.

System Explanation: [He ignores all bullying and has never been so deeply involved in the plot, altering the original story's trajectory. Host, let's stay away from him!]

If things continue like this, everything we know about the plot will disappear, our advantages will vanish, and the protagonist will become uncontrollable! This is a terrifying thing!

The system's electronic voice was clearly panicked.

Prior to this, although the characters and their personalities differed, and the host was more ruthless than imagined, it had the original plot in hand and was very confident in completing the mission.

But once tonight is over...

With the Xia family's downfall, the protagonist's true identity will inevitably be exposed. Once the F3 notice him and recall all the previous oddities, Xia Xing will be finished.

Even the host couldn't protect him.

When it comes to family, the system witnessed that night at the pool and knows that those who truly have influence are the previous generations of the F3.

[It's all the fault of the welfare NPCs!]

Tan Chuanlu laid out the exam paper: [Impotent rage.]

[It's all your fault for being so useless. If you could turn Xia Xing into a real Ultraman, what mission would I need to complete?]

[...]

Ignoring the system's crying, Tan Quelu turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

The living room was completely silent.

In a dim and uncertain field of vision.

Xia Xing's door was tightly closed, with only occasional faint sounds coming from it.

......

"Tell me, what do you mean by 'everything is over'?!"

A messy room filled with fragments.

The tall, thin boy stared at the screen, his eyes bloodshot: "Where are the Xia family members? Where are they?!"

On the other side of the camera.

Dean Gull's former dignity was gone; his aged face was filled with exhaustion. He seemed to be hurriedly packing something, stuffing all the valuables in the room into his suitcase.

Upon hearing this, he turned his head with a sinister look, staring impatiently at Xia Xing: "It means the Xia family is bankrupt! We're all finished, everything is over!"

"What kind of bullshit mission is this? Don't do any of it! I got word that all the strongholds in Vis City were wiped out this afternoon, and it'll be Ling Qing's turn soon!"

The dean cursed and swore, then suddenly stuffed a large sum of donations into his backpack, not letting a single penny go.

Xia Xing's breathing was uneven, and she felt like she was having a nightmare.

"That's the Xia family! You promised, you promised to bring me back into the Xia family! You promised to make me a person of high status!"

The dean chuckled, looking at him like he was crazy. "Xia Xing, I've watched you grow up. How could I not know what kind of person you are? Stop acting."

"I'm telling you the truth, the Xia family is really finished. I'm not lying to you because you didn't kill Zhong Wan. I guarantee you'll see them on the morning news as soon as it's light tomorrow!"

Xia Xing's face suddenly turned ugly.

He slowly gritted his teeth: "How could this happen so suddenly... How could they be gone overnight?"

"Then I wouldn't know." The dean shrugged and zipped up his suitcase. "That's a matter for important people. What are we to know?"

Even when the incident occurred, it was only discovered by the dean unintentionally.

He straightened up and looked at Xia Xing with schadenfreude: "I know, you've always felt that you're different from us since you were little, and that those important people treat you differently. You're so noble."

"However, you should think about what to do now."

“Your file has been processed by us, and the police will definitely summon you. If Zhong Wan finds out your identity... sigh, Xiao Xing, we've been together for so long, I'll definitely burn more paper money for you.”

Xia Xing stared at him for a long while, then her bright eyes suddenly lit up with a smile: "You know what?"

“Last time I went back, I secretly recorded your iris.”

In today's society, AI is everywhere, and even train stations in remote rural areas have basic iris scanning. The dean wants to escape, but he'd have to spend the rest of his life as a homeless person on a remote highway.

However, Xia Xing knew that his personality wouldn't allow him to endure it for decades.

The boy looked at him, ignoring the other's outburst of insults, and casually ordered, "Bring another suitcase."

"Isn't there still a few million left in the public bank account? Put some more in there."

"I will contact you if needed."

After speaking, Xia Xing hung up the phone decisively.

The room fell silent.

He stood amidst the mess, his expression turning completely somber.

If they have to run away even like this, it seems the Xia family is truly finished.

Don't panic.

Xia Xing slowly clenched his fist, nervously pounding the wall repeatedly, forcing himself to calm down and desperately searching for a solution.

The Xia family was his biggest backer, but now that backer has collapsed, how can he break out of this predicament?

Those important figures may have treated him differently in the past, but that doesn't mean they can protect him now.

Xia Xing would never slink away from St. Weston.

A series of muffled thuds could be faintly heard.

Tan Quelu stood outside the door and recorded the sound of banging on the wall for more than a minute before putting away her phone and knocking on the door as if nothing had happened.

Two knocks.

for a long time.

The room door was opened slightly.

Xia Xing stood inside the doorway, only half her face visible: "Que Lu, what's wrong?"

Tan Quelu saw his bloodied fingers, which he hadn't hidden properly, and exclaimed in surprise, pushing open the door: "Xiaoxing, your hand!"

The messy room was exposed to the outside.

Tan Quelu glanced at Xia Xing's back in shock, paused for a few seconds, and looked at him with her pure and beautiful eyes: "...What happened? Xia Xing, tell me."

Xia Xing looked at him for a long while, then suddenly raised her hand and gently hugged Que Lu.

The boy's light, soapy scent wafted into my nose.

The chaotic and irritable mind instantly calmed down.

The embrace lasted only a moment.

Xia Xing quickly released Que Lu, smiled, and shook her head: "It's just something about the orphanage... It's almost eleven o'clock, why aren't you asleep yet?"

He looked at him and said, "Is it because you can't sleep after the breakup? Don't be sad, Elk Green."

Tan Quelu is a good boy.

They were devoted to each other when in love, and never spoke ill of each other after breaking up. Although Xia Xing believed that Zhong Wansheng was born guilty, Que Lu treated them both as good people equally.

Xia Xing is my best friend.

Zhong Wan is a very good boyfriend.

Even Xie Chenbi and Wei Zhiyan are good classmates who are tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Xia Xing didn't want any of the world's darker aspects to taint him.

He turned around, poured a glass of warm water for Elm Green, and comforted the boy: "Don't think about Zhong Wan anymore, drink this and go to sleep."

Tan Quelu shook her head: "You still haven't told me what's wrong with you."

"It's nothing," Xia Xing said earnestly. "No matter what happens, I'll handle it. Don't worry, I'll always protect you."

He will definitely come up with a solution.

Tan Quelu said "oh," obediently took the water glass, and lowered her eyes to drink.

His eyelashes were long, making him look adorable when his eyes were closed. Xia Xing looked at him and recalled how, back at the Seagull Welfare Institute, important people would always donate expensive and beautiful dolls.

Talk about the most expensive one, like the peacock green one.

After finishing his water, the boy smiled and looked at Xia Xing, saying, "Thank you, Xia Xing."

"You're welcome. Go to sleep now. Goodnight."

"good evening."

Just as Tan Quelu was about to leave, she suddenly tilted her head, took two steps closer to Xia Xing, and frowned in surprise: "Hey, Xiao Xing, I suddenly realized that you look a bit like the president."

"President?"

It took Xia Xing two seconds to realize that he was referring to Xie Chenbi.

“Yeah.” Tan Quelu blinked in confusion, looked him up and down, and after a moment, concluded seriously: “Your brow bone and nose are most like his.”

“Although you have completely different styles, you can see that from this angle, the curve of your noses is almost exactly the same.”

"That's amazing!"

After sighing, Tan Quelu waved to Xia Xing and said with a smile, "I'm going to sleep now, goodnight."

"......good evening."

The door was closed.

The bathroom light was turned on.

The boy remained expressionless for a moment before clicking on the student council picture in St. Weston.

In the photo, the indifferent and aloof black-haired boy slightly turns his head and looks down at the camera.

In the mirror, the bright-eyed, black-haired boy slightly raised his eyes, looking at himself with an unreadable expression.

A thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

Why was he chosen as the adopted son out of so many children?

Why was he told from childhood that his status was higher than others?

Why? The target is Zhong Wan and Wei Zhiyan; they never let him have any contact with the Xie family.

Xia Xing lowered her eyes and slowly flipped through Xie Chenbi's photos one by one, never before had she been so patient and meticulous.

He then opened the search engine and switched to Xie Chenbi's parents' information.

Both of them have type O blood.

Xie Chenbi also has type O blood.

He also has type O blood.

......

When Tan Quelu returned to the room, the system was in a state of panic.

[Host, you... you guided the protagonist to discover his true identity, he will die!]

[F2 is ruthless and hates illegitimate children the most. We finally used up our rollback opportunity, why expose this again?!]

If the protagonist dies, the host will also die!

Tan Quelu pulled the blanket over herself and closed her eyes: "Xia Xing is almost going crazy, can't you see?"

Xia Xing's mental state is worrying; if he isn't given some hope soon, he will lose control.

【But, but if we do that, the original story will be completely out of control, and we'll lose all our premonition about the plot!】

The system is on the verge of tears: [We've lost the rollback opportunity, what are we going to do?]

"It's so noisy." Tan Quelu said impatiently, "Shut up and go to sleep."

The system instantly bit its own mouth.

It looked at its host with teary eyes and fell asleep in a second.

Tan Quelu slept soundly through the night, without even turning over, and woke up naturally at 8:30 in the morning.

When I opened my eyes, it was bright daylight outside the window.

The first class today was at 10 a.m. He calmly washed up, opened the door, and Xia Xing was just coming out of the room.

The other person seemed to have not slept all night, but was in excellent spirits, as if they had swallowed three bottles of Viagra.

The boy, with bright eyes, picked up his schoolbag and said, "Hey, let's go eat together? I heard the school is giving out new clothes today."

Tan Quelu looked at him and smiled slightly: "Okay."

As expected, before class, the AI ​​swarm directly distributed the special admission benefits to the two students after they finished eating.

Tan Chuanlu opened the packaging bag, and inside was a British-style casual suit.

A hazy blue shirt, a light gray thin sweater, loose khaki trousers reaching to the ankles, paired with brand new sneakers in the same color as the backpack.

After changing into the green dress, Tan took a selfie in the mirror and posted it for Wei Guan.

The other party replied instantly.

[My mixed-race child model is a perfect score.]

[Thumbs up.JPG]

Looking at the message, Tan Quelu suddenly asked the system, "Don't you think this tone sounds familiar?"

I feel like I've seen this in some comment section before.

[Really? It's probably just your imagination!]

The system was bewildered, thinking that the host had been fooled by the big shot again and lost his way. Haha!

All right.

Tan Quelu lowered her eyes, carefully looking at the pictures of the welfare home that Wei Guan had sent. In the photos, the children were wearing new clothes, full of energy, and happily drinking beef soup.

Satisfaction surfaced in her beautiful, bright green eyes.

He chatted with Wei Guan for a few minutes, then switched back to the campus forum.

As expected.

The credit reform at St. Weston has caused a huge uproar among all students.

Countless posts appeared, all filled with harshly worded insults, overshadowing the unexpected incident at the welcome party the day before. But St. Weston remained unmoved, taking the passive-aggressive behavior to the extreme.

No matter how spicy it is, it remains unmoved.

The students at St. Weston are furious!

They went straight back to their parents.

However, the board members had just received benefits from Wei Guan, and the other party had also mentioned this plan when they were discussing the contract that day. They thought it was a great way to enhance their charitable image, so they readily agreed.

Zhong Lin and Xie Qing even donated some money as a token of their appreciation.

The students in Class A watched with cold eyes as the specially admitted students rejoiced, revealing glaring smiles.

Three days later.

Half of the students in Class A led the wealthy students from the other classes in a strike, and St. Weston immediately became half empty.

As the student council president, Xie Chenbi should have been the one in charge of this event.

But at this moment.

Tan Quelu raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her.

Three days later, the black-haired boy's facial injuries had completely disappeared after using a special medicine.

Xie Chenbi was dressed in a black shirt, wearing the latest watch on his wrist, with his hair neatly styled and a faint scent of perfume emanating from him.

He stood in front of the black Land Rover, opened the door, and his sinister gaze fell on the boy's incredulous face.

"President...?"

"Get in the car."

Xie Chenbi lowered his eyes, and after a long while, his indifferent voice lowered unusually: "I have something to say to you."

Tan Quelu blinked and smiled slightly: "Okay."

......

Late that night.

The Eden Group building was brightly lit, and the assistant team was rushing around, busy with the handover of the Xia family, the specific charitable funds, and the verification of financial statements.

The collapse of Wujiang Group brought them a lot of work, but also a lot of bonuses.

After finishing a short period of tedious work, Wei Guan opened Weibo, lowered his eyes, and habitually looked at Tan Quelu's alternate account to relax.

The familiar profile picture is showing red dots.

Tan Quelu has updated.

User tqlhpl: [It seems like I'm in love again...]

What I thought wouldn't get close, actually came closer to me.

Sometimes I wonder, what in this world is permanent?

The electronic screen emitted a faint light.

Wei Guan closed his eyes, gently pinched the space between his eyebrows, and after a while, suddenly smiled inexplicably.

The young man typed slowly.

St. Weston late at night.

After finishing her date, Tan Quelu got out of the car, waved goodbye to F2, and returned to her dormitory.

A notification popped up on my phone asking for comments on Weibo.

He lowered his eyes and clicked on it—

Intense Spectator - Reincarnated: [Let's break up.]

A powerful observer - now reincarnated: 【Only the Diaoyu Islands belong to China permanently!】

Tan Quelu looked at the small account.

He blinked, and after a long while, a sudden inspiration struck him.

A note from the author:

Uncle Wei is in a skin-peeling crisis...