The next morning, after the money from the stock market arrived in his account, Chen Ze transferred all the money in several batches to a shell company in the Cayman Islands before transferring it to a company in Hong Kong.
After resolving all the issues, Chen Xiyu booked her flight back to Hong Kong.
In the afternoon, the group returned to their villa in Deep Water Bay, Hong Kong.
On the sofa in the lobby, Chen Ze opened his laptop and transferred 2 million yuan to Zhang Guoheng and Shen Xiyu, and 200,000 yuan to each of the three bodyguards.
When Zhang Guoheng saw the bank notification on his phone, he grinned from ear to ear. "The boss is so generous."
Similarly, Shen Xiyu was also beaming with joy.
When Zhao Youde and his two companions, who were waiting at the villa's entrance, saw the transfer notification from their boss, their eyes welled up with tears. This was an amount they might not be able to earn even after a year of hard work.
“We really need to thank the boss properly,” Zhao Youde said. The other two nodded in agreement.
Chen Ze then walked out of the villa and saw the three people standing straight.
Zhao Youde stepped forward and said sincerely, "Boss, thank you for the bonus. We will definitely protect your personal safety even more diligently."
Chen Ze smiled and waved his hand, "You've all done a good job lately, you deserve it."
He then looked at a somewhat messy corner of the garden, where flowers, plants and trees grew wildly without any order, the lawn no longer resembled a lawn, and the surface of the swimming pool was covered with fallen leaves.
"Secretary Shen, go to the job market and hire a gardener to take care of this place. Also, hire someone to clean the villa regularly."
"Okay, boss."
Having received her mission, Chen Xiyu left the villa and headed to the job market.
As Chen Ze walked to the door, he muttered to himself, "In Hong Kong, having a house but not a car is also a lot of inconvenience."
Zhao Youde came up to him and said with a smile, "Boss, why don't we buy one? It's really too troublesome to always take taxis."
"Let's go buy a car. Taking a taxi is not in line with my status."
Subsequently, Chen Ze bought a Maybach for transportation. When the car passed an antique market, he immediately asked Zhao Youde to stop.
As I got out of the car, I saw a dazzling array of items on the street stalls, ranging from small seals to large Buddha statues and porcelain.
Chen Ze arrived at a stall, squatted down to examine it carefully, and tried to find a bargain.
An elderly man with a full head of white hair picked up a Buddha statue and asked, "Boss, how much is this Buddha statue?"
The stall owner held up five fingers: "Sir, I'll sell it to you at a low price since you look kind, 500,000 Hong Kong dollars."
The white-haired old man said calmly, "Fifty yuan. I'm buying it to admire, not to collect. Besides, this kind of fake isn't worth collecting."
Chen Ze's lips twitched as he heard their conversation, thinking to himself, "One dares to overbid, and the other dares to haggle."
He looked around but didn't find anything he liked, so he got up and left. Chen Ze wanted to buy a calligraphy or landscape painting to hang in the study of the villa.
After walking for a while, he saw a shop selling calligraphy and paintings and strode in.
The walls of the shop are covered with various calligraphy and paintings, as well as landscape paintings, and there are two waiters, a man and a woman.
Soon, Chen Ze was captivated by a classical landscape painting.
"Sir, would you like to take it down so you can have a closer look?"
Chen Ze nodded.
The shop assistant carefully took the painting down and handed it to him.
Chen Ze took the painting and examined it closely. The painting, whether in terms of brushstrokes or ink, exuded an ancient charm. The landscape in the painting was also very beautiful. Unfortunately, he was a novice in this field and had no idea how to distinguish between real and fake.
At this moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a pot-bellied boss walked over.
"Sir, this painting is by a famous ancient artist. As for the price, I'll give you a discount and give you eighteen million Hong Kong dollars," the shopkeeper said.
The shop owner, Lu Jialong, is 48 years old. He started his business selling antiques and now also runs a real estate company.
Chen Ze raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't know much about appraisal, he felt the price was inflated.
Just then, the shop door was pushed open, and an elderly man dressed in a Tang suit walked in. The old man glanced at the painting in Chen Ze's hand, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Mr. Lu, if you have any good paintings, please save one for me. I plan to give it away as a gift," the old man said slowly.
The shop owner chuckled: "Mr. Qin, there's only one painting available right now, and this young man has taken a liking to it. Please come with me to the back room for tea first. If the young man doesn't want it, I'll sell it to you."
The elderly man in the Tang suit nodded.
As he passed by Chen Ze, he smiled broadly and said, "Young man, if you don't like this exquisite landscape painting, you can keep it for me."
After saying that, he slowly walked into the inner room.
Chen Ze frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "This old man is crazy. If I don't like it, you can buy it. It's none of my business."
The shop owner chimed in, "Young man, these are rare treasures; you'll never find them again if you miss them."
After hearing so many sweet words, Chen Ze gradually became swayed by them, and a hint of attraction appeared in his eyes.
Seeing this, the shop owner quickly pressed his advantage: "Young man, if you really like it, the price is negotiable. I'll give you a discount to HK$17 million."
Just as Chen Ze was about to fall for the trick, the shop assistant suddenly winked at him and shook his head slightly in acknowledgment.
Chen Ze understood immediately, and said right away, "Boss, this painting is indeed very beautiful, but I would like to see some other landscapes."
"Okay, take your time looking at it."
After saying that, the shop owner followed the old man in the Tang suit into the inner room.
The shop assistant watched as the boss closed the small door to the back room, then glanced at another female shop assistant not far from him, making sure the other woman hadn't noticed him.
She then whispered to Chen Ze, "All the antiques and paintings in this shop are fakes. Don't buy them."
Chen Ze smiled and nodded. He hadn't expected to meet such a kind person today; otherwise, he would have really been deceived.
"Aren't you afraid the boss will find out and fire you?" Chen Ze asked in a low voice.
The young man smiled confidently: "You won't tell anyone, right?"
Chen Ze took out his business card from his wallet and handed it to the shop assistant: "This is my business card. You can come to me if you encounter any difficulties in the future."
The clerk took the business card, which only had a phone number and Chen Ze's name on it, without any job title. However, the business card had a very high-end feel, with a gold-colored rim and a very imposing golden dragon in the center.
The shop assistant exclaimed, "What a beautiful business card! My name is Guo Weidong, but I don't have a business card for you."
"It's okay, how long have you been working here?"
He was very curious about what kind of person an employee was who dared to secretly expose the boss's bad deeds.
"It wasn't long, only two months. I just couldn't stand the boss making this kind of unethical money."
Chen Ze gave him a thumbs up, marveling at the young man's overflowing sense of justice.
After chatting with the shop assistant for a few minutes, I left the calligraphy and painting shop.
A short while later, the shop owner came out and asked, "Guo Weidong, where is that young man from earlier?"
"Boss, he's gone."
The shop owner cursed inwardly: Damn it, this mainland kid didn't fall for it.
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