Chapter 37 [VIP]
Wei Zhiyan regretfully failed to catch up with Tan Quelu.
Because Tan Quelu took a taxi to get there.
Xia Xing was sitting in the car. As soon as he saw the boy looking sad as he turned the corner, he immediately got out of the car, frowned, and pulled the boy up with concern.
Fearing that Zhong Wan would regret it and go crazy chasing after him.
Xia Xing raised his hand and pressed the AI mode acceleration button hard. The car instantly launched at rocket speed and sped away from there.
The system screamed in its mind: [Holy crap! Has the protagonist gone mad? This push-back sensation!]
Tan Quelu remained silent, continuing to feign melancholy.
Sunlight streamed through the car windows.
The boy gazed silently out the window, his eyelashes damp, and faint tear tracks on his porcelain-white face. From the side, he resembled a white statue of the Virgin Mary with her eyes closed and tears streaming down her face.
Xia Xing was momentarily lost in thought.
He hasn't slept a wink since last night.
I'm worried about whether Tan Quelu was treated violently by security, and whether she's very scared. I've sent countless messages and made countless phone calls.
Unexpectedly, this morning, Tan Quelu sent him that question and then suddenly called him, asking him to accompany him to the Wei family manor in St. Weston.
He said he wanted to break up with Zhong Wan.
Upon hearing the word "breakup," Xia Xing instantly stopped feeling sleepy and hungry, stopped cursing the world, stopped dwelling on the pain of her family of origin, and stopped hating heaven, earth, and rich people.
He was in high spirits, quickly got ready, and set off to accompany Tan Quelu towards a bright and promising future.
He thought he would be very happy.
But at this moment, looking at the boy's silent and dazed profile.
Xia Xing sighed silently, raised her hand, took out a tissue, and gently wiped away the tears on Que Lü's face.
"Don't cry," he said. "Que Lu, Zhong Wan is not good enough for you."
Tan Quelu simply shook her head. After a long while, she said in a very soft voice, "Zhong Wan is a good person. He deserves someone better."
OK.
Xia Xing nodded and calmly replied, "He deserves better, but not someone like you who is the best."
Xia Xing's memory of last night is incredibly clear.
The welcome banquet was canceled without warning, and the situation was so chaotic and sudden. Security personnel violently dispersed all students without regard to their status, yet they continued to patrol peacefully this morning. There must be some powerful backing behind them.
And what about Zhong Wan and the others?
They may seem to be at the top of the pyramid, but they are just a paper tiger. You don't even need to poke them. As soon as the elders in the family come, they immediately become powerless to resist.
What lifts you up is also what shackles you.
Xia Xing is the kind of person who has nothing to lose and isn't afraid of those who have shoes on. If he had been a little braver last night and used the lives of Zhong Wan and the others to threaten them, he might have been able to break the deadlock.
Sometimes, you don't need to be so timid.
Xia Xing looked thoughtful.
Ignoring the protagonist who was harboring ill intentions, Tan Quelu blinked away the tears welling up in her eyes, touched the bank card in her pocket, and asked the system to estimate the amount of money.
The system commented with a hint of regret: "The Zhong family just transferred two million."
[Host, we've lost out. Should we stall for more time with F1?]
Tan Quelu refused: "I have no task of soothing a grown-up baby."
F1 is like a giant baby starved of love, and Tan Quelu has no obligation to be Zhong Wan's panacea.
The breakup now is for a better "pig butchering" scam soon.
The car arrived at the dormitory at rocket speed.
After dealing with the protagonist's concern, Tan Quelu quickly returned to her room and checked her Weibo side account.
That Weibo post was indeed viewed multiple times.
There were just two more comments.
A strong comment: "Why do you always belittle yourself?"
A strong commenter – please don't block me: [I cried while watching this!]
[...]
The system simply watched the host lower his eyes, showing no reaction to this persistent alternate account, and continued to block and complete the graduation process.
It suddenly dawned on it that neither constant harassment nor concern could have any effect on Tan Quelu.
Just like no matter whether you hang yourself or swing on a swing in front of the host, you can't get the host's attention.
Tan Quelu's senses have been completely drained by the gods. His only guilt is dedicated to those he indirectly harmed in the past, while the rest of his defenses are with the NPC big shots.
My phone vibrated.
Tan Quelu glanced at the forum.
The number of posts protesting the school board continued to increase this morning, but there were always some people who just loved to watch the drama unfold, adding their own gossip and exclamation marks amidst the chaos.
[Holy crap! I witnessed it myself a minute ago—the F3 were fighting amongst themselves, and Xie Chenbi and Zhong Wan left the Wei family home with bruises and black eyes!]
[A battle-damaged photo of two people covered in blood, taken at great personal risk, is available for sale for a seven-figure sum! Serious inquiries only!!]
[Holy crap! Wei Zhiyan is possessed by a ghost, wandering around outside the manor holding a manure-colored parasol!]
[Oh my god...]
[Our St. Weston is really doomed!]
In the blurry, candid photos.
Xie Chenbi, who was usually indifferent, was covered in blood, while Zhong Wan, who was cold and irritable, had a bruised and swollen face.
Meanwhile, Wei Zhiyan, who was always lazy, was holding a yellowish-brown parasol and lingering at the door, looking lost and with a furrowed brow.
Three lucky fools.
The system, observing the F3 members in the post who had lost their usual composure and pretentiousness, looked at its host with admiration and asked timidly, "Host, what do we do next?"
[Wait for F2.]
The Polaroid camera was carefully placed in the drawer.
Tan Quelu glanced at her own beaming smile and the man chopping pineapples in the corner for a few more seconds.
The boy then closed the drawer, sat down at his desk, casually took out his test paper, and began to do his homework seriously.
Let's learn first.
[I haven't finished this test paper, and Wei Guan is going to scold me again.]
......
When I received a call from the housekeeper.
Wei Guan is preparing for a meeting at the Eden Group building.
The large, bright conference room offered panoramic views of the city center through its floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhong Lin, the head of the Zhong family, Xie Qing, the head of the Xie family, and key members of the St. Weston School Board of Directors sat around the conference table, chatting casually.
Wei Guan stood by the window, glanced down at a document, and asked calmly, "What is it?"
"Mr. Wei, the young master just instructed me to open the box and talk about Mr. Que Lu."
"Anything else?"
"The young master came to the villa where Mr. Tan was taking his elective course and asked who was using the pipe organ. However, the madam also came, and the two of them talked for a while. The young master left without finding out who it was."
"Mr. Wei, should we prohibit the young master from entering and leaving this villa?"
"Need not."
Wei Guanhe reported: "Before I left work, I took him back to the Wei family home."
"OK."
The butler felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the man's nonchalant voice.
The call ended.
Wei Guan gave the housekeeper a bonus of 500,000 yuan. His assistants were busy coming and going, organizing photocopies and distributing materials to the various executives before the meeting began.
Zhong Lin overheard a phone call, raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Was that about Zhiyan?"
"It seems that no matter how our business is going, it's the same at home. The younger generation is always restless. What do you think, Lao Xie?"
Xie Qing nodded, saying very little: "Indeed, yesterday was the first time Shen Bi talked back."
"What's wrong with talking back? At least you're not dating. Look at that brat Zhong Wan, he looks like he's going to die, it's so annoying."
Zhong Lin originally just wanted to take the opportunity to chat with Wei Guan, but when he thought about how he took Zhong Wan away last night and how crazy Wei Guan was when he woke up, he became really angry.
Someone nearby chimed in, "Young people are bound to have these thoughts. But your Zhong Wan isn't stupid, don't worry, he'll mature enough to get married sooner or later."
Zhong Lin didn't deny it, nodded, and said calmly, "Using a special admission student as a pretext for rebellion, what an idiot."
"He doesn't even consider whether that specially admitted student has a strong enough life."
The marriage alliance between the two families is like two intertwined trees. Faced with enormous interests, neither personal will nor so-called love matters, and both can be eliminated at any time.
Wei Guan raised his eyes and glanced at Zhong Lin indifferently.
The old man was in good spirits, with a loud voice and bright eyes. His white hair was well-groomed, and he looked like he could live another fifty years.
He spoke eloquently: "That brat Zhong Wan, apart from this, is at least somewhat presentable in other aspects."
“St. Weston’s grades are always in the top three, and this year he even got his sixth foreign language certificate. I plan to let him get involved in company affairs. I’m getting old, and it’s time for me to mentor the younger generation.”
The others naturally chimed in, their words often containing disparaging remarks about the specially admitted students.
—Students admitted to St. Weston University through special admissions programs are bought in because of their outstanding grades, but when their grades are finally calculated, they can't even get into the top ten in the whole school.
They are not unaware of the reasons, but isn't the advantage of a so-called wealthy family precisely due to the resources accumulated over generations?
Fate is something whose trajectory is determined from the very first second you cry at birth.
In the eyes of the board of directors and other executives, being able to date Zhong Wan was a blessing for the specially admitted student.
After all, beautiful dreams are easily shattered, and making a quick buck before being kicked out is the greatest compensation the Zhong family can offer him.
The CEOs frequently changed topics, and soon began discussing the domestic market and the current situation.
As Wei Guan listened to these conversations, he felt as if he could smell expired mothballs.
It has a musty, arrogant old-fashioned smell.
If he lived like that, Tan Quelu would definitely kick him to death the first time they met.
Most of the board members are former business tycoons who were once prominent figures in the industry. At their peak, they followed the Xia family of Wujiang Group and founded St. Weston. Later, the shareholding structure changed drastically, the industry declined, and emerging technologies developed rapidly.
They were left behind, and the group's losses worsened year after year, yet they failed to recognize the problem and were unwilling to delegate authority to younger people.
Even with a living example right in front of us.
These people still cannot see the complete overhaul of Eden from the inside out, nor can they see the overall atmosphere of youth, upward mobility, and hard work within the group.
They were merely using drinking parties, lavish gatherings with chicken and duck, and massage parlors to try and bring Wei Guan into their camp.
Therefore, over the years, the powerful and influential in St. Weston have rarely had contact with Wei Guan. In their eyes, Wei Guan is a young, cunning, and unpredictable eccentric who wields great power.
If it weren't for the presence of three major powerhouses, Vis City might have been completely controlled by someone else.
This time, Wei Guan made a rare contact with them, and regardless of their motives, these people came to the Eden Group in a very respectful manner.
It wasn't until noon that the assistants had all the materials ready.
The door closed, and the air conditioner overhead emitted cold air. They were equipped with smart AI chips and stood quietly to the side, ready for the boss to replenish their supplies.
"Mr. Wei, is it time for the meeting?"
"Huh? There's so much printed material, a thick stack of it."
"Yesterday you called for a halt to St. Weston, and today you're sending us to Eden. Excuse my bluntness, but what's the meaning of this?"
The young man took his seat in the main position, raised his hand, and slowly opened the floating screen.
The 720-degree electronic screen lit up instantly.
In less than half a second, countless videos of the welfare home, photos of the Xia family's leader, debt accumulation tables, loan shark contracts, and surveillance footage of malicious assault appeared on the screen...
In those fast-paced videos, the furnishings of the seagull welfare home flashed by.
"Wujiang Group is suspected of serious illegal activities such as human trafficking, overseas money laundering, and usury."
Wei Guan calmly raised his eyes, his handsome features dark, and looked at the suddenly silent conference room.
The group, who had been chatting fluently, suddenly changed their relaxed demeanor, their expressions turning to surprise and doubt. They all lowered their eyes and solemnly examined the documents written on black paper.
Zhong Lin squinted, and after a long while, he met Xie Qing's gaze with an inscrutable expression.
These documents are definitely true, no need to look at them.
But the Xia family had already retreated to the second line. Why did Wei Guan suddenly take action against them at this time, and even go so far as to kill them all? What was he trying to do?
The Eden Group has enjoyed considerable success in recent years, but its rise is far from reaching the limits of Wei Guan's capabilities. In contrast, the Zhong and Xie families are facing challenges: the Golden Dome Group is falling behind, and the Tashan Group is constrained by the government.
They do not want Wei Guan to have too much power.
The air was still.
The atmosphere was subtly silent. Everyone looked at Zhong Lin and Xie Qing, who remained silent, without saying a word.
Wei Guan remained silent.
The young man raised his hand, suddenly picked up a glass, and took a sip of green tea with pineapple.
The assistant standing to the side twitched his lips.
—The boss is a genius. This morning when he returned to Eden, he suddenly gave the whole company a perk: he bought a whole 300 pounds of pineapples as free fruit and started juicing them.
The key point is that he didn't want to give up green tea, so he simply cut it into pieces and drank iced green tea with pineapple.
The assistants were all worried that their boss would get food poisoning and faint in the meeting room, foaming at the mouth.
Sigh, it's all because of that old cucumber being painted green.
It's tough to pursue a young, beautiful, and innocent boy!
Wei Guan was completely unaware of his assistant's sentiments.
He put down his cup, waited for everyone to calm down, and then gently tapped the table.
The man said casually, "I called the police an hour ago."
All the evidence was divided among the secretaries and taken to the police station to file a report. At this moment, the chief should be jumping for joy at the huge KPI he delivered.
As the year draws to a close, finding big cases is difficult. But now, the Xia family has filled up all their year's worth of tasks.
Zhong Lin's expression suddenly turned ugly.
He chuckled, tossed the documents aside, and stared intently at Wei Guan: "President Wei, since you've already made up your mind, why bother calling us old guys here?"
The police have already been called; what's the point of this meeting?
Xie Qing also raised his eyes: "The Xia family has been rooted in Vis City for a century and has cooperated with everyone here. President Xia has always been a righteous person."
"President Wei, aren't you afraid of alienating everyone by cutting off their escape route in such a high-profile manner?"
The crowd looked indignant, seemingly quite aggrieved.
Wei Guan didn't even bother to give them a glance.
His patience was reserved only for Tan Quelu; in his work, Wei Guan only believed in the law of the jungle: high efficiency.
The young man tapped the screen and said succinctly, "Starting from page 48, it lists all the land and assets of the Wujiang Group that are up for auction."
“Heads of President Zhong and President Xie, and all members of the board of directors have a share. Apart from that, Eden Group will not take a single penny.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the conference room erupted in an uproar.
Zhong Lin's expression instantly brightened. He stared suspiciously at Wei Guan, then at the documents and contracts, looking at them again and again, but still couldn't find any problems.
After a long pause, he still couldn't give up the tempting prize he had in his grasp, and frowned as he asked, "What does President Wei mean by this?"
No matter how much the Xia family has declined, they were once the dominant family. Everyone sitting here is essentially getting benefits for nothing, without any risk whatsoever.
Wei watched as the people in the conference room could not hide their joy.
Just moments ago they looked grief-stricken and furious, but in the blink of an eye, they were drooling with envy, wishing they could send the Xia family members to the guillotine immediately.
This is what a mature adult is like.
It didn't depict the idyllic, all-powerful life that Elm Green imagined. Instead, it portrayed her as greedy and despicable.
This is Wei Guan.
The young man lowered his eyes, looking at the pure green tea floating in the glass.
After a while.
He raised his eyes, his pupils dark: "I only want all of the Xia family's shares in St. Weston."
Wealth, power, determination.
These are things that despicable adults should do.
—Since you're talking about how Green hates St. Weston.
Let's start with St. Weston.
He will create an absolutely wonderful little world for him.
......
It was 10:30 p.m. that night.
Tan Quelu was awakened by the system's warning sound.
[WARNING! Major plot changes have been made to the original novel! The Xia family, the mastermind behind everything, has been eliminated ahead of schedule!]
[WARNING! Major plot changes have been made to the original novel! The Xia family, the mastermind behind everything, has been eliminated ahead of schedule!]
[WARNING! Major plot changes have been made to the original novel! The Xia family, the mastermind behind everything, has been eliminated ahead of schedule!]
The electronic sound was drowsy and confused, clearly indicating that it had just triggered the alarm from sleep.
Tan Quelu opened her eyes, lay on the bed, and said calmly, "Shut up."
[Host, I... I can't keep quiet!]
After the system finished speaking, another alarm immediately and involuntarily sounded—
[Warning! The protagonist's identity has been prematurely exposed! Please soothe the protagonist's emotions!]
[Warning! The protagonist's identity has been prematurely exposed! Please soothe the protagonist's emotions!]
[Warning! The protagonist's identity has been prematurely exposed! Please soothe the protagonist's emotions!]
Just a door away.
Xia Xing seemed to be throwing things around the room.
Tan Quelu pulled the covers over her head, ignoring the beeping electronic sounds in her mind, and fell asleep instantly.
joke.
During his time as a vagrant, he had lived in countless places and heard countless sounds. Even while serving his sentence, he was surrounded by snoring, yet he could ignore it and fall asleep in a second.
The system was bewildered, staring blankly at the sleeping boy, and actually couldn't bear to wake him up.
The host did four practice tests today; mental work must have been exhausting.
But at this very moment.
Tan Quelu's phone vibrated.
The system's eyes lit up when it saw the message name, and it immediately whispered cheerfully: 【Host, host.】
[An NPC has sent you a message.]
Tan Quelu covered himself with a blanket.
Two seconds later.
The boy slowly reached out, touched his phone, and unlocked it.
[get off work. ]
[We closed a good deal on a project today.]
[Send a red envelope to Little Green.]
The notification bar lit up at the right time, showing that ten million had just been deposited into the bank card.
Tan Quelu immediately felt awake.
The system was also pleasantly surprised: "As expected of a big shot, even a small red envelope is worth ten million!"
[Host, once the mission is complete, this money will be transferred to your world, which will alleviate some of your guilt!]
The system strongly supports the host's atonement.
Although it felt that this was not the host's fault at all, as long as it could make the host happy, it was fine to pay money!
Tan Quelu hummed in agreement, and unusually glanced at it: "Not bad, you're very good."
I think you have a Zen-like heart.
You can become an outstanding lineage holder in spiritual practice, a top-tier lineage holder in meditation.
【I think so too!】The system dared not deny it, fearing that the host would relapse.
It quickly tried to divert the host's attention: [Host, go check on the main character! I feel like he's about to have a breakdown and jump off a building!]
What's the rush?
If he didn't jump, it means he's not dead yet.
Tan Quelu got up, turned on the light, and replied to Wei Guan.
Thank you, Uncle Wei.
[What project is it?]
Wei Guan replied instantly.
[Aren't you asleep yet?]
[It's 10:30 PM, and you're staying up late watching cartoons?]
No reply was received.
A video call popped up on Wei Guan's screen.
Tan Quelu blinked, but the call didn't go through. She ran to the bathroom to turn on the light and looked in the mirror.
The system was bewildered: [Host, why are you looking in the mirror?]
Yeah, why is he looking in the mirror?
Tan Quelu was also confused, but he didn't need to explain to the system: "What does this have to do with you?"
[...]
The system ran away crying.
Soft light fell.
The boy in the mirror had innocent-looking features and tilted his head slightly.
Perhaps because he had been eating well and in a good mood these days, his blood and energy were much more abundant than usual. His usually pale cheeks were flushed with a light red, naturally radiant. Although he had no expression, his eyes were clear and soft.
Tan Quelu looked at the mirror with a puzzled expression.
He always felt that the person in the mirror wasn't like that.
It should be expressionless, cold and sinister, devoid of any human warmth.
It's like a fake Guanyin statue, left all alone in the snow, covered in cracks and fissures.
This is what he looked like a while ago.
Because she spent too much time looking in the mirror, Tan Quelu missed Wei Guan's video call.
When he looked away and picked up his phone again...
Wei Guan is already trying to use money to wake him up from his animation addiction.
Stop looking.
[Bank card received: 5,000,000.00 yuan]
[You've probably finished watching "Fruit Ninja" and are you now watching "Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit"?]
[Bank card received: 5,000,000.00 yuan]
[Go to sleep now, you'll receive a gift tomorrow.]
[Bank card received: 5,000,000.00 yuan]
Tan Quelu blinked, looking at the unconscious smile on her lips in the mirror, completely bewildered.
He lowered his eyes again, staring at Wei Guan in the chat window who was coaxing him to sleep, then raised his hand and dialed a video call.
The reporter answered immediately.
The background behind the man was not the familiar car.
Wei Guan stood at the entrance of the bustling night market, dressed in a long suit, with handsome, dark eyes and eyebrows, looking out of place among the crowd.
Tan Quelu was bewildered: "Where are you?"
Wei Guan mimicked his tone: "He's buying a gift for Elk Green."
He calmly flipped the camera to reveal the doll he had just bought from a street vendor: "I happened to see it when I passed by the night market."
In the shot, two dolls are piled together, which happens to be Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit that Tan Quelu is chasing.
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. After Wei Guan paid, he was too lazy to wait for change and turned around and left—it was several thousand yuan! My goodness, he had run into a generous spender!
She happily collected the money, stopped setting up her stall, stood up, pedaled her tricycle around to Wei Guan's side, and said enthusiastically, "Oh, handsome young man, thank you so much!"
She saw Wei Guan making a video call and instantly understood: "Are you talking to your kids at home? I get it, your kids have great taste, my daughter also loves Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit!"
"Okay, I'll walk you all the way back to your car. I have some music here, I'll play it for your kids!"
She pressed the button on the tricycle's stereo, and a high-energy DJ song, "Good Luck," instantly filled the street. At the entrance of the bustling night market, the eyes of passersby turned to her.
[Fold a paper crane, then tie a red ribbon on it!]
The light suddenly shone on Wei Guan's handsome, indifferent face.
The young man's eyes and brows were dark and expressionless.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Tan Quelu on his phone.
The boy is laughing.
With her eyebrows curved and her beautiful emerald green eyes like crescent moons, I couldn't help but comment, "Wei Guan, this song is really good!"
Wei Guan hummed in agreement, then lowered his eyes, slowed his pace, and let his elder sister warmly surround him.
Good luck! Wishing you good fortune!
[Good luck! Good luck to us!]
Tan Quelu stood under the soft light of the bathroom.
The phone screen shows the bustling world of everyday life, while the mirror reflects the innocent, smiling eyes of a young boy.
The young man on the screen kept staring at him.
Tan Quelu blinked, her voice carrying a laugh she herself didn't realize: "Wei Guan, what are you looking at?"
"Look at you."
Lively, festive, and ordinary laughter and light and shadow, through the screen, fall on the eyes and brows of the peacock.
Wei looked at him and said, "I think."
You look so beautiful tonight.
A note from the author:
He uttered a lewd laugh while writing.
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