Is the current richest man not Bai Su's father?

I lit a cigarette and rubbed my head in frustration: "What you're saying is making my head spin. Let's sort this out. You mean, your biological father isn't Zeng Yonghua?"

Xiaorou—

Uh, let's call her Bai Su for now.

Bai Su gently shook her head, her expression solemn, and repeated word by word: "I'm talking about Zeng Yonghua, the current richest man, not my father."

I was smoking a cigarette when I heard this, and my hand trembled so much that I almost dropped the cigarette.

"If it's not Zeng Yonghua, then who is it?"

"My dad's former driver, Wu Zhiguo!"

Although I had vaguely suspected this before, the matter was so bizarre and absurd that I dared not think about it too deeply.

How could a driver suddenly become the richest man in the world?

Wouldn't other people recognize me?

Perhaps others had already noticed something was amiss, but they were all silently silenced.

I took a deep drag of my cigarette, trying to calm myself down. I pointed to the chair next to me and said to Bai Su, "Sit down and tell me slowly what happened. Tell me everything in detail."

"The story begins ten years ago!"

Bai Su clutched the tattered rag doll I had once given her tightly, as if grasping at her last refuge. Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, and her voice became ethereal.

It was as if I was suddenly pulled back into that painful memory.

Bai Su said that ten years ago, the Zeng family was already a well-known name in the business world. Her father, Zeng Yonghua, was even more ambitious and successful in the business world, and everyone knew him.

Wu Zhiguo, as Zeng Yonghua's driver, served him diligently every day, appearing loyal and honest on the surface, like a hardworking ox.

In reality, his heart was already filled with greed and desire, like a volcano about to erupt, just waiting for the right opportunity.

Everything began to change when that mysterious feng shui master appeared.

At that time, although Wanghai Group, which Zeng Yonghua had built from scratch, still appeared to be powerful, it was actually in a huge crisis due to a major investment failure that caused its capital chain to break and the company to be in a state of panic.

A feng shui master approached Zeng Yonghua, confidently stating that by adjusting the feng shui, renovating the area of ​​Zeng Yonghua's hometown, and relocating the ancestral graves, he could turn the tide and resolve the crisis.

Desperate for a cure, Zeng Yonghua thought this might be a turning point, and that he could also repay the villagers who had raised him, so he agreed.

After the feng shui master performed some rituals, the business of Wanghai Group actually started to improve.

To express their gratitude for Zeng's philanthropy, the villagers erected a statue of him in the middle of the village, and incense is burned for him every day.

Bai Su's body trembled slightly as she spoke slowly.

"Everything was going well until something happened that made me a little uneasy, but I didn't think much of it at the time."

I quickly asked, "What happened?"

Bai Su bit her lip and recalled, "That day was my birthday. No matter how busy I was before, my dad would always celebrate my birthday with me. But that day he didn't remember at all. When I reminded him, he looked blank and seemed to have no idea what I was talking about. At the time, I just thought he was too tired from work and was too busy to pay attention to it."

I then asked, "And then what?"

Bai Su's face darkened, and her voice lowered.

"Two things that happened in succession made me realize that he was no longer the father I knew. It was as if he had been possessed by a demon and had become a completely different person."

“Once, my mother simply reminded him that he should attend an important board meeting, and he suddenly flew into a rage, slammed the teacup he was holding on the ground, and yelled at my mother to leave him alone!”

“I have never seen my father look so ferocious. The gentle and mild-mannered father I knew before seemed to have vanished without a trace.”

“My mother was also terrified by his actions, but he didn’t stop at all. He approached my mother step by step, cursing all sorts of vulgar and offensive language. The crude words coming from his mouth felt completely foreign to me.”

After a pause, Bai Su continued, "Another time, we had guests at home, who were my parents' longtime friends. It should have been a pleasant gathering, but when we talked about some funny stories from my dad's past, he suddenly became impatient and slammed his hand on the table."

“I yelled at my mother, telling her to stop talking nonsense and that everything is in the past. Why do you always have to recall the past? Are you still thinking about your ex-boyfriend from school and want to cheat on him?”

"But he was my mother's first love! He's even forgotten that."

"Then my dad rushed over, grabbed my mom's arm, and dragged her forcefully into the room. He ended up breaking my mom's left hand!"

“In the past, even if there were big conflicts between them, my father would just blush and reason with my mother. Even when my mother lost 100 million yuan in business, my father did not scold her. Instead, he comforted her and tried to make her happy in different ways.”

"There will be absolutely no extreme behavior, let alone physical violence."

"But now, such violent scenes are appearing before my eyes time and time again, which I simply cannot accept."

I frowned as I listened, signaling her to continue.

Bai Su took a deep breath and continued, "Furthermore, he suddenly stopped caring about his newly built hometown and even sent people to forcibly demolish it. When the villagers disagreed, he beat them up, causing public resentment to boil over. But he vigorously promoted the construction of Wu Zhiguo's hometown and took special care of Wu Zhiguo's wife."

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