Xuan Ming brought over a dozen bodyguards, all of whom were strong men like iron towers. They all wore sunglasses and suits, and had fierce looks on their faces.
The only house Zhuang Dahai had left was only about 40 square meters, which was not enough to accommodate so many people, so the corridor was also packed.
There were more than twenty families living on this floor, and it was rush hour. The neighbors were frightened by the two rows of strong men as soon as they came out of the elevator. The first thought that popped into their heads was - it's over, Zhuang Dahai's prodigal son really borrowed usury!
They walked in slowly, leaning sideways. When they accidentally bumped into the corners of the strong men's clothes, they quickly forced a stiff smile and apologized softly: "Sorry, sorry, just let me go. What's the matter? How much money does Zhuang Li owe, hiss——"
There was no doubt that the gasp came from Xuan Ming's impressive face.
Xuan Ming used to be a very low-key person, never appearing in the media. He was even absent from the Forbes Rich List year-round. However, the US assassination plan gave him free publicity, making his handsome face quickly famous throughout China.
Now he has become a household name as the national dad, and his wealth is so great that he can easily surpass the current richest man in China.
The neighbors were tugging at the door frame and peeking inside. Their desire for gossip far outweighed their fear of the strong men in black.
"It's the national dad Xuan Ming, why is he here?"
"Are you here to see Chang Dongming?"
"I heard that Chang Dongming has been working as Xuan Ming's assistant. They should have a good relationship."
"I've lived my whole life, and this is the first time I've seen such a big shot! I have to go to the company tomorrow and brag about it!"
"Zhuang Dahai divorced Chang Hui today, right? Dongming is so highly regarded by the boss, I wonder how Zhuang Dahai feels now."
"Don't ask. If you ask, you will regret it."
"Hahaha, Zhuang Dahai is unlucky."
The intermittent voices of neighbors' discussions came from outside the door, but Chang Dongming, who was standing in the house, did not feel proud at all. Instead, he lowered his head and his cheeks flushed.
Chang Hui's face turned pale, confused as to how all this could have happened. How did Zhuang Li become the head of the R&D department of Shanghai Ming Group and even receive the bounty that had been making so much noise online recently?
That's a villa + a 60 million bonus + a 40 million annual salary! Together, it's a full 400 million!
What was the concept of four hundred million? Chang Hui hadn't dared even think about it before, but now, they were spread out like that, arranged one by one on the coffee table, clear and obvious, and heavy enough to prick the hand.
Zhuang Li put a pen into Zhuang Dahai's hand and said calmly, "Dad, please sign the property transfer document. This apartment will be yours from now on."
Zhuang Dahai was like a fool. When his son asked him to hold the pen, he held the pen. When his son held his hand and asked him to write, he signed his name in a daze.
Looking at the photo of the villa attached to the contract, which was so magnificent, so spacious and bright, so expensive and exquisite, Chang Hui suddenly felt a pang of heart pain, and her body trembled and she fell into the sofa.
The three houses Zhuang Dahai sold were premarital assets. It's okay that she didn't get any of them, but she could have owned half of this house. Just a few hours and she would have become a wealthy lady worth hundreds of millions! Just a few hours!
Chang Hui clutched her chest and gasped. Chang Liang quickly supported her shoulders, his expression utterly grim. One second he'd said Zhuang Dahai would sleep on the streets when he got old, and the next second he was sleeping in a big villa. What a slap in the face...
"What's going on?" Chang Liang looked at Chang Dongming, his eyes full of suspicion.
He hoped his nephew would tell him that everything he saw was fake, that Zhuang Li was still the same Zhuang Li, a worthless prodigal son, a useless bastard who only knew how to live off his parents. Since they were no longer relatives, he naturally couldn't bear to see Zhuang Dahai enjoying himself.
Chang Dongming quickly logged onto the company website and saw the news that Qiao Yanan had been fired and Zhuang Li had been promoted to head of the R&D department. The company's official Weibo account also posted an announcement stating that the bounty had been assigned, with a photo of Zhuang Li attached below.
Netizens are making a fuss at the moment. No one believes that an unknown young man can squeeze out Qiao Yanan.
The stock market had closed, and it was unclear whether Haiming's share price had changed. But when the market opened tomorrow, investors' distrust of Zhuang Li would surely be reflected in the plummeting stock price.
Chang Dongming saw many messages criticizing Zhuang Li, and just when he felt a little better, he saw that the company's official Weibo account released several messages in succession, saying that new investors continued to join the Haiming family, and tens of billions of dollars in investment were attracted in just a few hours.
One can imagine how Haiming's stock price will soar when the market opens tomorrow. Zhuang Li's arrival hasn't had any negative impact on Haiming at all; instead, it has achieved a qualitative leap.
Immediately afterwards, the company’s official Weibo account released another important news: starting tomorrow, Haiming will officially begin deploying 5G networks.
Chang Dongming rubbed his eyes and looked at the Weibo post again, realizing he had read it correctly. It was deployment, not R&D. How on earth had Hai Ming done it? How did he achieve such a rapid success in one go?
Is this fake? Zhuang Li was promoted to attract investment and confuse Americans, right?
Chang Dongming felt a little better thinking about this, but when he looked up, he was pierced by the 400 million yuan in wealth. Although it was fake, all the benefits Zhuang Li had received were real. Why was this world so unfair?
Chang Dongming turned off the screen with the force of crushing a phone, and shook his head at his uncle with a grim face.
Zhuang Dahai only realized it belatedly after he signed, "Wait, this villa isn't mine, it's my son's!"
"I'll buy a bigger one when I need it in the future." Zhuang Li said the shocking words in a casual tone.
Zhuang Dahai was becoming increasingly dizzy. He glanced at the property transfer contract, then at his car keys, then at the card that supposedly held 100 million yuan. He muttered, "What's going on? Am I dreaming? Has my son really made it?"
Zhuang Li rubbed his head and did not answer this silly question. He just asked the bodyguard to help move the things away.
Xuan Ming held Zhuang Dahai's hand and said with a smile, "Uncle Zhuang, you have a good son. He is the most valuable investment I have made in all these years. He can change the world."
"Boss, you are too kind. My Xiao Li is still young. Please take good care of him in the future." Zhuang Dahai shook Xuan Ming's hand vigorously, and tears welled up in his eyes as he spoke.
Everyone said his son was a failure, but he was the only one who always believed his son was just immature and would eventually grow up. Fortune tellers said his son was a late bloomer.
But how late this late is, Zhuang Dahai didn't know. He could only rely on this belief to persevere. When he heard that his son would be fired from the company, there was a moment when he was really scared.
He was afraid that what he had done over the years was truly a grave mistake, as others had said, that he had ruined his son's life, that spoiling him was like killing him...
The feeling of lingering fear finally set in. Zhuang Dahai's tears fell even harder, and he kept muttering, "I knew my little Li would be a man of great promise. The night his mother gave birth to him, I dreamt a huge snake was chasing me, then it dived into my house and disappeared. It wasn't a snake, it was a dragon! My little Li was reincarnated from a dragon in the sky!"
Xuan Ming: “…”
This dream is quite prophetic.
The neighbors outside the door also understood the situation and immediately started discussing:
"It's amazing! Zhuang Li has become so successful!"
"Forty million a year, plus a big villa!"
"There's also a car key on the table, a Rolls-Royce!"
"Zhuang Dahai won't have to worry about his next life!"
"Yes, all my previous investments have been earned back! Raising this son is really worth it!"
"Hey, didn't Chang Hui divorce Zhuang Dahai today? If they hadn't divorced, she would have been able to live in a mansion and drive a luxury car, right?"
"Ah, she's not destined for that!"
As they spoke, a dozen burly men were carrying things out one by one. Zhuang Dahai was running around giving orders, his eyes and nose red, but his mouth almost splitting with laughter.
"Lao Li, are you off work? I'm moving here. I'm so sorry to be blocking your aisle."
"I've moved to Greentown Peach Blossom Land! Come visit me when you have time!"
Zhuang Dahai's voice was particularly loud today. After he finished speaking, he burst into laughter, making him look more and more like Maitreya Buddha.
Everyone congratulated him, their faces filled with obvious envy. That was Greentown Paradise, a place only the richest people in China could afford to live in.
Chang Hui and Chang Dongming, who were originally packing their things, were squeezed aside and could only watch awkwardly.
Chang Liang poked his sister on the back and whispered, "Do you really have no feelings for Zhuang Dahai anymore?" The divorce had just happened, and he was already thinking about getting his sister to remarry.
That's 400 million! Who wouldn't want to take advantage of this?
Chang Hui's face changed from red to white, a truly spectacular sight. She stared at Zhuang Dahai as he paced back and forth, her greed growing like wild weeds.
However, as soon as she took a step towards Zhuang Dahai, her wrist was tightly clamped by her son.
"Mom, there are so many people watching, please give me some face!" Chang Dongming whispered in her ear with gritted teeth.
Chang Hui looked towards the open door, and then she realized that everyone was glancing at her from the corner of their eyes from time to time. The undisguised ridicule and contempt were like spit in the wind, splashing all over her head and face.
Her body immediately froze in place.
Zhuang Dahai had also packed up his things and nonchalantly instructed as he left, "Please lock the door for me when you leave. The remaining furniture is all I don't want. If you like any of it, feel free to move it."
The door creaked shut, and a group of people chased Zhuang Dahai to flatter him, and also to get a glimpse of Xuan Ming. The chaotic footsteps gradually faded away from him.
Chang Dongming then slumped down on the sofa, wiping the resentment and embarrassment from his face with his sweaty hands.
Chang Liang asked worriedly, "Dongming, it seems Zhuang Li and President Xuan are very familiar with each other. Now that you have fallen out with him, will you run into trouble in the company in the future?"
Chang Dongming shook his head firmly. "His position is just a decoration, a smokescreen thrown by the company to confuse the Americans. The news that Minister Qiao was fired is definitely false. In fact, she has hidden herself in the dark and continued to work on 5G development. Zhuang Li is just a shield. President Xuan's kindness to him is all superficial and will definitely not affect me."
He curled his lips, his voice filled with contempt, "This is a company secret, you must not tell anyone. I've been with President Xuan for several years, I know him. He would never make things difficult for me for a good-for-nothing like Zhuang Li."
However, just as he finished speaking, the Human Resources Department sent a notice: [Chang Dongming, starting tomorrow, your position will be Sales Manager. Please report to the Sales Department on time at 9:00 tomorrow morning.]
Chang Dongming's face turned pale.
Chang Liang squeezed next to his head and said happily, "Dongming, you got promoted again?" In his opinion, a manager must be more senior than an assistant.
Chang Hui's sadness turned into joy, and she murmured softly, "Humph, my son is not bad either! He got his promotion based on his real ability!"
However, only Chang Dongming knew that once you entered the sales department, everyone's title was manager. To put it bluntly, the so-called sales manager was just an ordinary employee, and the level of prestige and respectability was far less than that of being an assistant to the president.
To make matters worse, the sales manager's base salary was only 12,000 yuan, and after deducting the mortgage, he had to eat dirt every month. Life in the future was simply unbearable.
Thinking of the 400 million yuan that Zhuang Dahai happily took away, Chang Dongming finally felt belated regret.
At the same time, Zhuang Li was pushing Xuan Ming slowly towards the parking lot.
7480 said in his mind: "Host, I have discovered your weakness. You are very filial."
Zhuang Li ignored it, but Xuan Ming gripped the armrest of the wheelchair tightly.
He had already guessed how the system would threaten Curly.
7480 smiled maliciously, "What will happen to your father if you die? Don't think that leaving him such a large inheritance will be enough for his retirement. You should also know that leaving so much money in the hands of an old man with little knowledge is definitely not a good thing."
"What do you think would happen if he got scammed? Elderly people like him who have lost their only child are the targets of many criminals, right? Since he's in poor health, he'll have to find a nanny, right? The nanny would be attracted by his money and marry him while poisoning him..."
7480 enthusiastically made up many stories about lonely old men being murdered, and at the end, he asked with a smile, "Host, you don't want the tragedies I just described to happen to your father, do you?"
Xuan Ming, who had been disturbed by the noise all day, gently rubbed his eyebrows and sighed in his mind: Little Curly, agree to it.
It’s a pity that the other party couldn’t receive his brain waves at all.
Zhuang Li's slender eyebrows were slowly knitting together, and the corners of his slanted eyes were as sharp as frosted blades. His voice was completely cold. "System, I hate it most when people use my family as a threat. Ten days is the deadline you gave me, right? Okay, I'll give you seven. Cherish this moment."
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