When Zhuang Li sent the video, Zong Zhengming was in a meeting.
He set a special alert tone for Curly, so he would realize who was harassing him at the first moment.
His hands uncontrollably reached for his pockets, but he had to hold back under the gaze of dozens of eyes. He no longer had the mind to handle official business.
After finally waiting for the meeting to end, he immediately took out his mobile phone to check and found that the message was not a text or voice message, but a video message. A faint joy already burst out in his heart.
He had to admit that after only a few hours of not seeing each other, his longing for Curly had become so strong that he could no longer suppress it.
He told his secretary not to disturb him, locked the office door, and clicked on the video with a nervous and cautious mood.
What caught my eye wasn't Curly's face, which was always smiling ambiguously, but Zhuang Han, who was signing a pile of documents with his head down. What was there to see?
Zong Zhengming's nervous and throbbing heart immediately sank, and the anticipation and joy in his eyes disappeared.
Then, the cover of the contract was enlarged by the camera, revealing a line of bold words - "Share Free Donation Agreement".
What is going on?
Zong Zhengming frowned.
The camera shook, and the pretty face of the little curly-haired girl finally appeared on the screen. Her narrow eyes curved into crescent shapes, her dark pupils sparkled with light, her red lips were slightly upturned, and her smile was sweet and well-behaved.
His voice today was not deliberately lowered, nor was it deliberately dragged out, but was light, clear and crisp.
"...Shouldn't you give me a little reward?" How much does this sound like asking for credit, and how much like acting like a spoiled child? Who would ask that question unless they completely trusted and relied on someone?
After the scene froze, Zong Zhengming's breathing and heartbeat involuntarily paused. After a long, long time, he slowly exhaled, closed his eyes, covered his chest, smiled bitterly and whispered: "I can give you anything you want!"
However, he didn't record this sentence and send it out. He edited it for a long time before replying with two extremely restrained words - [Good boy.]
When Zhuang Li received these two words, he was standing on the top floor of "Cambrian", overlooking the embarrassed figure of Zhuang Han who was staggering towards the parking lot carrying a cardboard box.
7480 complained, "The gods of this world are so cold!"
Zhuang Li chuckled, "You don't understand. These are the same thing with hypocrites. The less they say, the more intense their inner conflict becomes."
He lowered his head and replied with a line of text: [What did you dream about last night? ]
Zong Zhengming waited anxiously: "..."
He really didn't know how to reply to this message, but if he didn't reply, he was afraid that Curly would lose interest and not want to chat with him anymore.
While struggling, another line of words popped up on the screen: [Did you dream of "smoking a cigar"? ]
The double quotes are used very subtly.
Zong Zhengming stared at the phone screen expressionlessly, seemingly without any emotion in his heart, but his ears were like two soldering irons, so red they were about to smoke.
After repeated consideration, he had to interrupt the conversation and put down his phone, but his heart was filled with emotions of loss, throbbing, and longing.
He is really being driven crazy by the little curly-haired boy!
Zhuang Li waited quietly for a long time but didn't receive any reply, so he put the phone back into his pocket.
7480 murmured in disbelief, "Master, are you sure the deity is just being prudish? I think he's really indifferent. He doesn't even pay attention to you!"
In response, Zhuang Li chuckled with great joy.
Without hacking into the Internet to monitor his lover's every move, he can already picture the other person's red ears, inner struggle, and hot body.
Indifferent? That's impossible.
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Zhuang Li is a man of his word. After obtaining the absolute controlling rights of "Cambrian", he found someone to smooth things over and got Zhuang Jincheng out.
Of course, the crime of misappropriation of funds is a public prosecution case. It is impossible to withdraw the case or settle it out of court. If Zhuang Jincheng wants a lighter punishment and a suspended sentence, he must make up for the remaining 400 million yuan.
The shareholders who once supported him have now turned to Zhuang Li; several senior executives who worked closely with him are now being detained in the police station and will definitely go to jail in the future.
Zhuang Jincheng originally thought that the car accident yesterday was his most difficult moment, but just over a dozen hours later, his life suddenly plummeted from its peak to the bottom, all his glory and wealth became a thing of the past, as if he had had a nightmare from which he would never wake up.
When he walked out of the detention center and stood in the neon lights, for some reason, Zhuang Jincheng suddenly thought of his eldest son.
He did his utmost to suppress Zhuang Li and even resorted to cold violence, but the other party never expressed any protest, but just intensified his debauchery outside.
One day, while eating breakfast, he read some gossip about his son in the newspaper and said to his wife Liao Xiujing: "This child is a loser. He will be like this for the rest of his life. He can't compare to our Xiaohan."
Liao Xiujing giggled, and he looked satisfied.
He thought that Mr. Shao had spoiled the child, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, Zhuang Li turned into a man-eating beast, biting whoever he caught, cruelly and ruthlessly.
Did Xiaohan push him to the limit? Did Mr. Shao's death finally make him unable to bear it anymore? If he hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have ended up like this, right?
Zhuang Jincheng lowered his head and looked at the two purple bruises on his wrists, and suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain.
The bruises were from the handcuffs. He had never imagined that one day he would be chained to an iron chair, scolded, interrogated, and humiliated like a dog. At that moment, he lost all his dignity.
"Dad, I'm here to take you home. What's wrong with your hand? Do you want to buy some blood-dissolving ointment?" Zhuang Han strode over.
Zhuang Jincheng stared at his youngest son and asked in a stern voice, "Did you cause Zhuang Li's car accident? Did you also kill Mr. Shao?"
Zhuang Han pulled him hard and said in a deep voice, "I'll take you home."
His evasion of the question was tantamount to an indirect admission.
Zhuang Jincheng waited until the car drove away from the detention center before speaking fiercely, "I've taken all the charges on your behalf. Are you satisfied now?"
Zhuang Han looked straight ahead and said calmly, "In order to rescue you, I also gave the Cambrian period to Zhuang Li for free. Are you satisfied?"
Zhuang Jincheng was stunned for a long time before his expression gradually softened. He covered his face with his hands and sighed, "Forget it. Let's not talk about the past. We can start over as father and son."
"Dad, don't worry, I won't fall down." Zhuang Han patted his father's shoulder.
Zhuang Jincheng also patted his son's hand, and there was no anger in his eyes.
The father and son reached a reconciliation silently.
However, upon returning to their community, they realized that while the lighthearted phrase "starting over" was easy to say, the reality was filled with so much bitterness and pain. Their luxury cars, mansions, jewelry, and other valuables were all seized by the court, and all their assets were frozen.
It was a very cold day. Liao Xiujing was wearing a dress and shivering in the cold wind. She was holding a mobile phone with a broken screen in her hand, with several tilted suitcases beside her. She was crying heartbrokenly.
Seeing her husband and son finally return, she stood there crying and shouting, "We have nothing left! Everything is gone!"
Yes, all gone!
When Zhuang Jincheng married Mrs. Shao, he had nothing. He walked into this magnificent villa alone and nervously.
Decades later, when he thought he could finally turn things around, he had to leave the villa with his family and nothing.
What's yours is yours, and what's not yours, don't even think about it—this is what Old Master Shao often said to chastise Zhuang Jincheng. And at this very moment, this sentence was made true by the hands of his carefully raised grandson. What belongs to the Shao family, no one can take away.
Destiny is a cycle - for some reason, Zhuang Jincheng suddenly remembered this sentence and then collapsed to the ground.
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After acquiring Cambrian, Zhuang Li convened a shareholders' meeting to announce his next business plan.
"I will focus on the research and development of driverless cars, with an initial investment of 5 billion yuan, and strive to put them into production in seven months." He stood at the podium and said in a sonorous and powerful voice.
There was an uproar in the audience.
A shareholder blurted out, "Mr. Zhuang, aren't you the one most opposed to the company's move into the driverless car market? And the government has decided to reclaim the right to operate and sell driverless cars. What are you planning on doing with a 5 billion yuan investment? Are you just throwing money into a pot to see if it makes a dent?"
"Yes! The government's policy has changed. We can't go against the government!"
"First-rate companies must keep up with policy, otherwise they can easily become second-rate or even third-rate companies!"
"Mr. Zhuang, we don't understand your thoughts."
Amidst the chorus of opposition, Zhuang Li raised his hand, signaling for silence. He then spoke slowly, "Who says first-class companies must follow policy? I believe first-class companies should have the power to change a country, even the world. And that's what I want to do—change. I'll leave my proposal here for now. After the hearing is over, you can vote on it."
Zhuang Li projected a title like this onto the screen: "The Future of Self-Driving Cars - Made in Huarui."
"Don't turn off the projector until the hearing is over. I have to continue the meeting when I come back." He turned and said to his assistant.
"Okay, Mr. Zhuang." The assistant hurried over to take care of the projector.
Zhuang Li adjusted his tie, smoothed the hem of his shirt, and said calmly, "Let's go to the hearing."
Today is the day when the government holds a hearing on the automotive industry. The topic of discussion is "whether the driving and sales rights of driverless cars should be revoked."
At present, accidents involving self-driving cars that have killed people have occurred all over the world. Whether this immature technology can continue to be put into commercial use has become a difficult legal issue to determine.
Without government involvement in the rollout of self-driving cars, it will take decades for the technology to become widespread.
Several shareholders followed Zhuang Li's steps, looked back at the projector that was still on, and finally realized something.
"Mr. Zhuang, are you sure you can get the administrator to change his mind at the hearing?"
"If the government continues to support the research, development, and promotion of driverless technology, we can invest the 5 billion!"
"Boss Zhuang, do you have any plans?"
The group asked as they walked, and although they did not get a definite answer from Zhuang Li, they felt much more at ease.
Since the death of Mr. Shao, President Zhuang took only one day and one night to defeat Zhuang Jincheng and Zhuang Han. This strength is not exaggerated.
[A dog that bites never barks. Everyone should be careful when working under Mr. Zhuang in the future!] I don’t know who posted this in the work group.
7480 who scanned this message: "..."
Human language is so vivid and lifelike!
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Walking into the hearing hall, Zhuang Li saw Zong Zhengming sitting on the podium with a serious face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then curled his thin lips and smiled secretly.
Zong Zhengming also noticed the little curly-haired boy the first time, but his expression was still as cold as if he had never seen him before.
Zhuang Li covered half of his face and smiled silently. Finally, he took out a cigar that he had prepared long ago from his jacket pocket, stuck out a piece of his pink tongue, and gently rolled it into his mouth.
Zong Zhengming's pupils contracted violently for a moment, and his handsome face became even more tense.
The business representatives sitting in the audience couldn't help but shrink their necks, feeling a little cold.
A security guard walked up to Zhuang Li, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Sir, you can't smoke here."
"Okay, I understand." Zhuang Li, who didn't smoke, put the cigar back into the metal box and hid it in his pocket. Finally, he looked towards the podium and asked silently, "Where's my reward?"
Zong Zhengming understood, so he looked away. His profile was as cold and hard as a sculpture, but his ears quickly turned red.
Zhuang Li also looked away, then covered his mouth and laughed softly with great pleasure.
Long time no see, this guy is still so cute.
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