Zhao Kun has been in a great mood these past few days because he's been winning money, earning a thousand or eight hundred yuan every day.
With just a few clicks, you can earn an average person's monthly salary.
He absolutely adores gambling.
In his view, following this trend, he would be able to win the demolition compensation within a year.
The only thing that bothered Zhao Kun was that
Zhou Ling's biological parents suddenly appeared, stood up for him, criticized and educated him, and then encouraged him to apologize to Zhou Chen together.
What a joke!
Zhao Kun lost his job because of Zhou Chen, so if anyone should apologize, it should be Zhou Chen apologizing to him.
Zhou Chen just runs a run-down stinky tofu shop and makes some dirty money by helping Sun Liancheng hoard houses. Is he worth all this fawning over? You've even lost all sense of shame.
What an ignorant country bumpkin!
Zhao Kun looked down on Zhou Dana and Wang Xiuhua, considering them to be country bumpkins from a small place.
The Zhao family is no longer poor; they received a large sum of compensation for the demolition and are now financially well-off. Why would they need to curry favor with Zhou Chen?
“Son-in-law, do you know how many franchisees he has? It’s said there are as many as seventy or eighty. Each franchisee has to give Zhou Chen 11,000 yuan. Seventy or eighty franchisees, you can do the math. And this is just what’s been said. The truth is probably even more.”
"Moreover, his stinky tofu shop has already opened in the city center, in the busiest and most prosperous downtown area. People line up to eat stinky tofu every day, and the daily sales are at least seven or eight thousand. The daily net profit is four or five thousand, which is hundreds of thousands a month. We have a better chance than others to get benefits from him. Why don't we try to do it? Don't turn down money. Think about it, isn't that the truth?"
Upon seeing Zhao Kun return, Zhou Dana began to persuade him again, bringing up the data.
How could Zhou Chen earn so much money?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kun frowned. He had assumed that the money he had won in the bet would not be much less than Zhou Chen's, but he had not expected the difference to be so great.
However, he was skeptical of this data.
There is definitely some exaggeration involved, in order to attract more franchisees.
Yes, that must be it.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kun sneered, believing that Zhou Dana was boosting the morale of others while diminishing his own. He said disdainfully, "It's just a propaganda tactic to attract more people to join. I don't think we should believe it completely. There are many bosses who appear glamorous in front of outsiders, but when they go home, they are not like that at all. I have seen many people like that."
Seeing Zhao Kun's doubt, Zhou Dana continued, "Son-in-law, some things aren't just baseless rumors. Besides, it's just a matter of bowing your head; you don't need to give anything else, yet you might gain endless benefits. Why not seize the opportunity? You like winning money, but can you guarantee you'll win every day?"
Zhao Kun thought the first half of the sentence made sense, but he didn't like the last one and retorted, "I don't need to win money every day, but if I'm lucky one day and play big, I can earn Zhou Chen's monthly or even yearly income in a single day."
Zhou Dana deliberately mentioned how capable Zhou Chen was and how well he did in business, which was exactly what Zhao Kun wanted to hear.
He had already decided to use the compensation money from his family's demolition as his start-up capital. As for his business, it was gambling. He would achieve financial freedom through playing cards.
He had heard from more than one fellow gambler that some people had become rich overnight by playing cards, their net worth increasing a hundredfold, and he wanted to be one of those lucky people too.
Later, when I have more money, I can even go to Hong Kong Island, where gambling is legal.
That's a gambler's paradise.
But he's not in a hurry; this is just a phase for him to accumulate funds and strength.
He, Zhao Kun, will definitely be more successful and richer than Zhou Chen in the future. So what if he opens a shabby stinky tofu shop and gets a franchise? These are just small fry.
"That's true, but nine out of ten gamblers lose. Son-in-law, I advise you to stay away from gambling!"
“You and Xiaoling should live a good life together. Take out that compensation money and start a small business. You might not be worse off than Zhou Chen in the future.”
Zhou Dana spoke up again to persuade him.
He was genuinely advising Zhao Kun because he didn't want Zhao Kun to gamble away all the demolition compensation money, as that would affect their quality of life, since they were still eyeing the compensation money.
Zhao Kun, who made his fortune through gambling, naturally didn't like to hear these things. Feeling that there was no point in talking to each other, he made an excuse and left home.
...
When Zhou Chenzi returned to his neighborhood after school, he saw Zhou Dana and others who had come to beg for his forgiveness.
Zhou Ling, in particular, was very conspicuous with her large pregnant belly.
To get his forgiveness, this family went to great lengths and spent a lot of money. Every time they came to the apartment complex, they would bring some gifts to give to the neighbors.
This method of winning people over, though crude, is undeniably effective. Zhou Chen heard people speak up for this family more than once.
They wanted to use the power of public opinion from their neighbors to morally blackmail him.
Zhou Chen had already seen through this trick.
He would never fall for a lie.
Having finally separated from Zhou Ling, Zhou Na, and Zhou Chuan, and severed all ties, how could she possibly continue to entangle herself with those three ungrateful wretches?
Don't even think about going back to the past and sucking his blood.
There's no chance anymore.
He, Zhou Chen, is so kind that he wouldn't give even the best treatment to three ungrateful wretches, even if it meant begging on the street.
Still ignoring it.
Zhou Chen went upstairs on his own, wanting to see how long this family could hold out.
Trying to use moral blackmail? Sorry, it won't work on me.
As long as I have no morals, no one can hold me hostage.
For five consecutive days, Zhou Dana and his family of three came every day, but they found that Zhou Chen was completely unaffected, which made them somewhat disheartened.
"Isn't this kid afraid the neighbors will say he's heartless?"
"What is his heart made of?"
Zhou Dana was somewhat helpless against Zhou Chen, and at the same time, he felt a surge of resentment towards the three siblings. If the three siblings hadn't gone too far, they wouldn't be in this situation.
"It seems we have no choice but to give up."
Wang Xiuhua sighed. Although she was unwilling, Zhou Chen was not Zhou Na and had no blood relation with them. If being soft didn't work, being hard would definitely not work either. Judging from what Zhou Ling had done before, it was clear that Zhou Chen was someone who wouldn't be swayed by either soft or hard tactics.
More than half a month after the start of the new semester,
This time after school, Zhou Chen finally didn't see that family in the neighborhood.
I used to see it every day, which affected my mood. Now it's much better. Even when the sky is full of dark clouds, I feel exceptionally comfortable.
Turn on your computer and log in to QQ.
Zhou Chen noticed that some people in the class group were discussing the game Candy Crush.
A group of female classmates, in particular, were chatting very enthusiastically.
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