"Who would take advantage of him? Yu Lu? That's her son." Chen Qian asked, puzzled.
“Yu Lu certainly wouldn’t, but it’s hard to say about Yu Lu’s younger brother, Yu Zhong. After all, he’s just his nephew, not his son.” Ye Xingchen said with a smile, “Just wait and see, what I said will come true soon.”
Chen Wenhao came to ask for money. He found Yu Lu and asked for 30,000 yuan.
"What do you need so much money for?" Yu Lu immediately became angry: "You just spent 50,000 last week, and now you need more money? You're a student, where do you get so many expenses?"
She's been locked in a fierce battle with Chen Qian at the company these past few days, and her older brother has been arrested and is now very likely to face imprisonment.
She has been extremely stressed these past few days. She feels that everything she has done is for her precious son, but her precious son not only stays out of it and doesn't care about anything, but also just asks for money.
"What's it to you? Just give me the money." Chen Wenhao muttered in dissatisfaction, "You're really talking more and more nonsense."
Yu Lu was furious. Normally, she would just let this kid ask for money and give it to him.
But she was furious today, and she felt that all her good intentions had been wasted.
"Go back to school right now. You're not allowed to skip class without a reason anymore. You won't get a single penny more than your designated allowance each week." Yu Lu turned to her assistant and yelled, "Freeze his card. He's not allowed to withdraw a single extra penny from now on."
Chen Wenhao was in his rebellious phase. Kids at this age all share one thing in common: they think they are the best in the world and they don't respect anyone.
"Yu Lu, aren't you working so hard for me? No matter how much money you earn, it will all go to me in the end. Why are you so tight-lipped about my money?" Chen Wenhao roared.
"Get out now, immediately," Yu Lu said sternly.
"Fine, fine, you've got guts. You'll regret this." Chen Wenhao looked at her, his face flushed and his neck red, then turned around and slammed the door shut as he left.
"Keep an eye on him. If he dares to skip class again, cut off all his money." Yu Lu was almost furious. She snatched the documents from her assistant's hand and threw them heavily on the ground.
As soon as Chen Wenhao stepped out the door, the arrogance on his face vanished without a trace.
He took a taxi to the school, which was a prestigious private high school.
Most of the students here are wealthy and influential, and almost everyone who attends this high school is going on to study abroad.
Children from wealthy families are often excellent, but it cannot be ruled out that a small number of spoiled brats spend their days doing nothing productive.
Moreover, these rich kids don't cherish the good life their parents gave them; instead, they dye their hair brightly colored and get tattoos to imitate delinquents.
Meanwhile, a group of boys riding motorcycles, their faces still bearing traces of childishness, but with dyed hair and pierced ears, gathered in a corner outside the school, smoking, hugging young girls, and loudly swearing.
Chen Wenhao walked straight up to the group of people, lowered his head, and said to the leader, a man with yellow hands, "Brother Wei, we didn't get the money. I need to wait a few days."
"What? Did I hear that right, Chen Wenhao? You didn't get the money?" The blond-haired leader stubbed out his cigarette, walked up to him, grabbed his chin, and twisted his head: "Say it again."
"Brother Wei, give me a few more days, and I promise I'll get the money." Chen Wenhao, who was incredibly arrogant in front of his family, was now as docile as a little wife.
Slap! The blond-haired guy slapped him across the face. It wasn't hard, but it was extremely humiliating.
Chen Wenhao, who thought he was incredibly powerful and could defeat anyone, was now hanging his head in silence.
"Your father is so rich, you can't even get this little bit of money? With your looks, you think we'll take you along?" A boy with a voice like a quack rushed forward and kicked Chen Wenhao.
The kick was quite forceful; Chen Wenhao fell to the ground with a thud and lay there for a long time before recovering.
"Don't play dead, Chen Wenhao. Do you think I'd believe you if you said you had no money?" The guy called Wei Ge stepped forward and kicked him. "Your father is the chairman of the Chen Group. Changye Heavy Industry is your family's business."
"You have over 100,000 employees, and now I'm asking you to pay an 880,000 yuan membership fee, do you still not have it? What do you think our Cool Car Party is, a place where anyone can just walk in?"
"But I really can't come up with that much. My mom only gives me less than 20,000 yuan a month in pocket money." Chen Wenhao said timidly, avoiding eye contact with these people.
"You're a fucking piece of trash, you know that?" A young boy with a demonic dance kicked him.
Chen Wenhao was in pain, but dared not resist.
"Alright." Wei Ge suddenly spoke up, stopping the Ghost Dance boy who was about to punch and kick Chen Wenhao.
Then he walked over to Chen Wenhao and grabbed Chen Wenhao's head: "It's okay if you can't come up with the membership fee, we have other ways to join."
"Really?" Chen Wenhao's eyes lit up.
People his age are at a rebellious stage, and they won't listen to a word their teachers and parents say.
On the contrary, these idle hooligans are exactly what he wants. He, the young master of the Chen Group, is eager to join these motorcycle gangs. He would do anything to get them to join the motorcycle gang.
"I heard you have an older sister, right?" Wei Ge chuckled and said, "She's quite pretty."
"What do you want?" Chen Wenhao asked warily, looking at the people in front of him.
"Nothing much, just want to get your sister out for some fun. Here's a packet of medicine that looks like milk tea. Get your sister out, and then figure out a way to get her to drink it, and we'll agree to let you join. How about it?" Wei Ge chuckled, his face full of ill intent.
"What...what are you going to do with her?" Chen Wenhao hesitated.
"You don't need to worry about that. Someone paid us to ruin her reputation. Just pretend you didn't see what we did," Wei Ge said slowly. "Don't worry, we won't kill her."
"No, that won't do." Chen Wenhao thought about it seriously for a moment, then shook his head.
Although he dreamed of joining the cool biker gang, he felt that these crazy teenagers never went to school, went against the school and the teachers, did bad things from time to time, and then rode their motorcycles around racing.
He thought it was cool. Although he didn't study hard at school, his life wasn't as colorful as that of the cool car enthusiasts.
He can find a way to spend money to join, but he wouldn't do something like drugging his own sister.
Although he was rebellious, he wasn't beyond redemption.
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