After reading the proposal, Chen Ze spread his hands and said, "We don't have the money right now; we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
Wang Kaicheng's lips twitched. He had asked about the money yesterday, but the boss said he would only have it today. Now he was saying it would be tomorrow. He was starting to doubt whether the boss could actually get the money.
Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Chen Ze wondered who was so rude as to not knock before opening the door.
I saw a woman in her fifties wearing a sexy black dress and bright red lipstick. She was holding an iron ring with a bunch of keys on it, probably more than a hundred.
She walked over to Wang Kaicheng's office chair and sat down, speaking in broken Mandarin, and asked, "Mr. Wang, I asked you to pay the rent yesterday, and you said today. I'm here today, and you're not going to tell me tomorrow again, are you?"
Wang Kaicheng chuckled and said ingratiatingly, "Landlord, you know I'm just an employee. This man next to me is my boss. You should talk to him."
The landlady's eyes lit up when she saw Chen Ze's appearance. She quickly came up to him, looked him up and down, and said, "Handsome, you're the owner here. It's time to pay the rent today."
Chen Ze was in a terrible predicament. He only had a little over ten thousand yuan on him, so he could only force a smile and say, "Landlord, could you give me two more days?"
His 5.2 billion won't arrive until tomorrow, and he has no money to pay the rent right now.
The landlady pinched his waist and said, "Handsome, if you don't have money to pay the rent, don't make excuses. Here's what we'll do: I live on the top floor here. I haven't been sleeping well at night lately, and I'd like to find someone to chat with. If you're willing to come and chat with me tonight, I can waive your rent."
Upon hearing this, Wang Kaicheng wanted to laugh but dared not, his face turning bright red. He could only leave the office under the pretext of going to the restroom.
Chen Ze's facial muscles twitched as he listened, and he forced an awkward smile: "Ah... Auntie, I'm still a student, I don't know how to chat."
The landlady laughed and said, "No, it's okay. Auntie can teach you step by step." After saying that, she didn't forget to pinch Chen Ze's butt, "Ptooey, that feels good."
Chen Ze immediately distanced himself from the landlord, whose actions sent chills down his spine.
Then, I fled the office.
Wang Kaicheng chuckled inwardly as he watched his boss run away in a disheveled state. He returned to the office and asked, "Landlord, how did your talk with our boss go?"
"That young man is shy and unwilling. How about you keep me company and have a chat tonight, Mr. Wang?"
"Um... landlord... well, I'm a married man, and my wife is very strict and doesn't let me go out at night."
The landlord angrily said, "Fine, you can have it if you don't want to, but you have to pay me the 120,000 yuan rent today, or I'll lock your company's doors tomorrow."
Faced with the landlord's domineering attitude, Wang Kaicheng dared not escalate the conflict and had no choice but to call Chen Ze for help.
"Send me the landlord's bank account number, and I'll borrow some money from a friend and transfer it to her."
Chen Ze felt helpless. As a multi-millionaire, he had to ask someone to lend him money for rent of over 100,000 yuan. It was really embarrassing. After receiving the landlord's bank card account number, he borrowed one million yuan from Chen Youfu and transferred 120,000 yuan to the landlord.
After transferring the money, he muttered under his breath, "Damn, unscrupulous landlord."
"Ring ring," the phone rang.
"Hey, Chen Hao, what's up?"
On the other end of the phone, it said, "Brother Ze, come to the seafood restaurant for dinner. I've already booked a private room."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Chen Ze arrived at the seafood restaurant, entered the private room, and found that besides Chen Hao, there was also Fatty and several other people he didn't recognize.
"Brother Ze, come here... let me introduce you. The foreign girl on my left is my new girlfriend, named Kateryneva, who is Russian. The lady on my right is my professional manager, named Ding Yuanhui, who is from Guangxi Province. The beautiful lady next to Mr. Ding is his wife."
Chen Ze smiled and shook hands with each of them, then said to Chen Hao, "You change girlfriends so frequently, be careful you don't get back at them one day, maybe one of those women will kill your manhood."
Chen Hao shrugged. "I don't want to keep changing girlfriends, but unfortunately, all the women I meet are after my money. They often ask me for money in the name of their families, such as my younger brother who is in school, my mother who is seriously ill in the hospital, and my paralyzed father..."
"Who told you to look for girlfriends in bars and nightclubs? And you drive your Lamborghini around all the time, showing off. The girls you attract are definitely gold diggers."
"Brother Ze, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about my ten million cotton futures investment. How much money can I make this time?"
"After deducting handling fees, you will still receive a little over 1.2 billion."
"Ten...twelve billion, damn it, I'm rich!" Chen Hao stood up excitedly.
He knew that cotton prices had skyrocketed and guessed that he should be able to earn ten or twenty million, but he didn't expect it to be 1.2 billion. Chen Hao was so excited that he picked up a bottle of Moutai, poured himself a full glass, and then downed it in one gulp to calm himself down.
Ding Yuanhui, standing next to him, gaped in shock. Turning ten million into twelve billion—his worldview shattered upon hearing this news, and he looked utterly incredulous.
"Aze, then my one million has become one hundred million!" the fat man asked anxiously.
Chen Ze nodded. "Fatty, after deducting the handling fee, there's still over 90 million."
The fat man excitedly brought his face close to his: "Godfather, slap me and tell me this isn't an illusion."
"Smack."
A crisp sound rang out, and the entire private room fell silent.
"Ah...you bastard, you really hit me?" the fat man asked, covering his cheek.
Chen Ze shrugged and said, "I can't help it, I like to help others."
Upon hearing this, the entire private room erupted in laughter.
The fat man cursed inwardly: Damn it, you hit me, but why did you hit me so hard? But I'll let it go for the sake of you helping me earn tens of millions.
"Chen Hao, do you have any good car recommendations? I'm planning to buy a supercar," the fat man asked.
"Fatty, Ferrari has a very beautiful 458 model, but it's a bit expensive, costing four million."
Seeing that these two idiots only cared about luxury cars and beautiful women because they had money, he couldn't help but shake his head. Young people's thinking was too simplistic.
Everyone was full and satisfied.
Chen Ze said, "You guys chat, I have class this afternoon, so I'll head back to school first."
"Brother Ze, do you want me to take you home?"
Chen Ze waved his hand, "No need, I'll ride my electric bike back."
After leaving the hotel, Chen Ze rode his electric scooter to school.
Throughout the journey, he pondered his future. Five billion was undoubtedly a fortune for him, but he wasn't blinded by wealth. He knew this money was a reward for his rebirth, and he decided to make good use of it to realize more of his dreams.
Lost in thought, Chen Ze found himself at the school gate. He took a deep breath, composed himself, and prepared for his afternoon classes. After all, life had to go on, and he couldn't let this money cloud his judgment.
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