Chapter 30 Transmigrated as the Father of the Real and Fake Heiresses
When Wan Shihui heard that the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau had arrived, his smile finally vanished.
This land cost 2.5 billion yuan, are we just going to let it go to waste?
Wan Shihui had people push these people aside and go in to check the situation. His face also began to show unease. How did the news get out so quickly?
There wasn't even time to prepare.
"It's only a suspected case right now, and the specific results aren't out yet, so please be patient," the assistant reassured the reporters.
They were afraid they would write comments that were detrimental to the Wan family.
Other bodyguards blocked the reporters, while the assistant stepped forward with his phone to follow Wan Shihui.
"Mr. Wan, someone from the company called."
Wan Shihui took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat: "How did this get out? And what about the reporters? And who made the call to the Cultural Relics Bureau?"
"I don't know either. The construction workers called and I told them not to leave without permission, and I even had the foreman confiscate their phones. I never expected this..."
"Alright, let's see if there's any way to salvage the situation."
The assistant guessed that there probably wasn't any left.
There are still a bunch of reporters outside.
When Wan Shihui arrived, the management staff immediately saw him and said to the expert beside him:
"Teacher, this is our boss, you can talk to him."
The person from the Cultural Relics Bureau turned around, and Wan Shihui extended his hand and smiled, "Hello, I'm Wan Shihui. Could there be some misunderstanding about this land?"
"How could there be cultural relics here?"
The expert did not shake hands with him, and was still holding his tools.
"We initially suspect that what is below is the site of the northern city wall. You must stop work now and protect the site."
Wan Shihui's heart sank: "This...this is my project..."
"Private possession, damage, or concealment of cultural relics are all illegal acts," the expert said to him coldly.
"So you can't continue construction here."
Wan Shihui: "But what about our losses?"
"And then there are all these costs we incur. Do you know how much I spent on this land? 2.5 billion!"
"A whopping 2.5 billion!"
Expert: "This is outside my scope of work, but in your case, the government or relevant cultural relics protection agencies will provide appropriate compensation."
"For example, subsidies for equipment shut down during construction, and compensation for some of the labor costs."
Upon hearing this, Wan Shihui became so anxious that he tugged at his collar.
"What are you doing?" The expert's glasses were slightly askew.
"Compensation? That little bit of compensation is not even a drop in the bucket. Are you kidding me?" Wan Shihui was a little agitated at this point.
Reporters outside immediately grabbed their cameras and started taking pictures.
"Mr. Wan," the assistant urged him to calm down.
Wan Shihui's eyes were bloodshot: "Subsidies? Compensation for labor costs? I spent 2.5 billion on this land!"
"Who will give me 2.5 billion?"
"My company's cash flow is about to dry up, how are these expenses calculated?"
"Mr. Wan? Please don't..." His assistant hugged him, "Mr. Wan, there are reporters watching outside."
People from the cultural relics bureau also rushed over, and there were students inside who stood in a defensive posture in front of the experts.
“The ownership of this land will not change just because cultural relics were unearthed.” Some people didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly.
Wan Shihui covered his face: "It's over."
"It's over."
For a moment, everyone at the construction site fell silent.
"Mr. Wan, the Ji family has come to deliver a flower basket."
When Assistant Zhou arrived, this was the scene: he held his hands in front of him and said, "President Wan, this is a flower basket that our President Ji sent when he mentioned that he would be starting work at Wan's last company."
Please take a look.
Wan Shihui put down his hand, stood up and looked at the rows of flower baskets with the four large characters "大行大吉" (Good luck on the start of work) written on them.
The irony is extreme.
A gentle breeze lifted the colorful ribbons on the ribbons, and Wan Shihui's defenses crumbled: "Ji Huaizhi! You bastard, you definitely did this on purpose!"
"Good fortune my ass!"
Unable to bear it any longer, he pushed over a flower basket.
Assistant Zhou, dressed in a suit, left the construction site with his men, a clear smile on his face.
They were afraid that no one would realize that the Ji family had come to join in the fun and cause trouble.
Ji Huaizhi sat in his office reading today's news, holding a cup that seemed out of place in the office, clearly in a good mood.
The Wan and Ji families are locked in a life-or-death struggle!
[The Wan family's cash flow is suspected to have dried up, and the Ji family is taking advantage of their misfortune!]
[The Wan family is suspected of going bankrupt; is this related to the Ji family?]
[Wan's Bankruptcy]
Ji Lin watched the news on TV, gently rubbing his fingers.
To others, his father was trying to save face for him, to tell them that even though he had been abandoned, he still bore the surname Ji.
But only Ji Lin knew that he held no place in his father's heart.
During his hospitalization, my father did not allow anyone to visit him.
Li Tian may have also seen the news, and perhaps a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart that Ji Lin had not been abandoned.
I bought a bouquet of flowers to visit him at the hospital.
Just then, the news about the Wan family was playing on TV. He tightened his grip on the flowers and said, "Brother."
Ji Lin neither looked up nor spoke.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
Li Tian entered the ward and seemed unsure of what to say: "I came to see you."
"Li Tian."
"You can leave now."
"I was wrong. I was wrong from the very beginning."
"I was wrong from my past life."
Hearing Ji Lin's words, Li Tian panicked: "Brother, I..."
His attitude was so cold that Li Tian quickly said, "Brother, Wan Cunzhao forced me to do this. He said he would kill you if I didn't do what he said."
"I did all this for you."
Ji Lin turned to look at her: "No... you did it for yourself. In your past life, you betrayed me because of him, more than once."
Li Tian didn't know what he was talking about, and her expression was somewhat puzzled.
"It's nothing, you can go." Ji Lin turned back to continue watching TV: "You'd better keep a close eye on Wan Cunzhao."
No matter what Li Tian said, Ji Lin ignored her.
Finally, she got annoyed too.
She suddenly stood up, grabbed her bag, and went out. As she reached the door, she turned back and said, "Brother, don't blame me."
"Every man for himself, or he'll be damned by heaven and earth. I used to like you too."
After saying that, she walked away in her high heels.
Ji Lin, watching the news about the Ji family on TV, finally covered her face and burst into tears.
After suffering this devastating blow, the Wan family had nowhere to turn for help, and Wan Cunzhao never expected things to turn out this way.
If the Ji family and the Wan family had only been fighting each other on a small scale before, then this time the Ji family had clearly gone all out and easily dismantled the Wan family.
These aristocratic families are usually quite nice; everyone greets them with a smile.
But when something really goes wrong, everyone just wants a piece of the pie.
Although the Wan family survived in the end, they were significantly thinner, and their resources had been almost entirely divided up.
It can be said that it is barely clinging to life.
Wan Cunzhao knelt in the living room with his upper body bare, and everyone in the Wan family was watching.
Including Wan Shihui's illegitimate children.
Apart from Wan Cunzhao's biological mother kneeling beside him pleading for mercy, everyone else remained indifferent and uninvolved.
"Shihui, that's enough, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him, Cunzhao won't be able to hold on." Wan's mother hugged Wan Shihui's legs and cried bitterly.
The son's back was covered in blood; he had been beaten badly.
"Even the Wan family can't hold on any longer!"
The whip struck Wan Cunzhao hard on the back, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
"What did I tell you? Ji Lin may be removed from office, but he's still a member of the Ji family. Even if Ji Huaizhi wants to kill him, he won't allow anyone else to trample on him!"
"And you?"
Wan Shihui's face twitched with anger: "You beat someone so badly they ended up in the hospital and almost crippled them."
"I heard that even Old Master Ji has taken action. You crippled the eldest grandson of the Ji family. Our Wan family is almost finished too!"
Wan Cunzhao's lips were pale and his eyes were lifeless.
"But it wasn't just our son who did it!" Wan's mother was heartbroken to see her son like this.
"Why are you so fixated on our Cunzhao?"
"Because your son is the mastermind!" Wan Shihui turned to look at Wan Cunzhao, his eyes filled with malice: "You've ruined the Wan family!"
“All the other young men who were with you back then have suffered, and their families have all suffered to varying degrees.”
"But our family..."
Wan Shihui sat on the sofa, watching his son's back as he closed his eyes.
“Send him abroad and forbid anyone to help him. Otherwise, whoever helps him will have to go with him. He is not allowed to return to China without my permission.”
Everyone looked at Wan Shihui in surprise.
This is tantamount to leaving him to fend for himself abroad.
He tilted his head and clenched his fist: "If I don't send you out, I won't be able to explain to Old Master Ji."
"There's no way to explain this to the Wan family."
Wan Cunzhao closed his eyes and kowtowed three times on the spot: "I understand."
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