Chapter 267 (30,000 words): Whom Do You Look Down On?
Illness? Bad habit?
Tu Yao shook her head: "...No, I've been on duty during this period. Zhao Yuanfeng leaves early and returns late every day, he's practically living at the company. Everyone in his family is in good health."
Wait, the company?
So, could it be related to the company?
Chu Yun immediately pointed out her guess: "You mean he needs money to cover the project's losses?"
Tu Yao pondered: "So if there are necessary additional expenses at this time, wouldn't they resort to desperate measures?"
After Tu Yao finished speaking, she took out her phone and sent a message.
[Xiaoyu, I want to ask how you handled that video recording.]
The other side replied quickly.
[Oh, don't worry, sister. We've found a paparazzo to impersonate you. Zhao Xing's company is negotiating with that paparazzo to get the video back.]
[Hehe, their attempt to steal a chicken backfired; our people demanded a "huge sum," which terrified them. Thank you, sister!]
Tu Yao replied with a "You're welcome."
Therefore, a "huge sum" is needed to redeem the video.
This money needs to be drawn from the company's accounts.
With their already strained finances further strained, they needed the demolition compensation even more.
That's why they caused trouble again.
Tu Yao never expected that by helping a big star on a whim, she would inadvertently uncover Zhao Yuanfeng's true purpose in wanting the demolition compensation.
Tu Yao couldn't help but sigh, "Good people are rewarded, Sister Yunyun."
Chu Yun's expression, however, was not very pleasant.
He said coldly, "So you were a hero while you were staking out the place? Those three tickets were your thank-you fee for coming?"
"Do good deeds get rewarded?"
Before Tu Yao could answer, Chu Yun continued, "Isn't it a case of good deeds going unrewarded?"
I helped someone, but this group of people caused another disturbance.
Tu Yao pursed her lips: "Sister Yunyun, it's not good to think like that."
"So what should you think? Now that you've guessed the other person's situation, what do you want to do? Are you going to just barge in and go find him?"
Tu Yao looked at her without saying a word.
Chu Yun's voice suddenly became even sharper.
"Tu Yao, I'm not joking with you."
"You haven't entered society yet, you don't know the ropes, and you have no one to rely on. He may be in a terrible situation right now, but he still has a lot of social resources. You'll have a hard time outmaneuvering him, understand?"
Unlike the previous two stern warnings, this time, Chu Yun's sharp tone unexpectedly carried a hint of earnest persuasion.
This was a tone she had never used before.
Tu Yao blinked and couldn't help but smile.
"I understand, sister."
Chu Yun's tightly furrowed brows instantly stiffened, "You..."
"...What did you call me?"
Tu Yao smiled and shrugged: "Sister, you're a year older than me, so you're the older sister."
The girl's voice immediately rose: "Who's your sister!"
Her ears were slightly red.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
In the pitch-black night, a warm breeze blew by, soothing the tension in the air.
Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, then turned back to look at Tu Yao, his usual coldness largely gone.
His tone was slightly awkward: "Don't blame me for being rude, we're just ordinary people. Forget about fighting, you can't even get close to him."
"Besides, the other party has taken advantage of our blood relation. They don't even acknowledge the verbal agreement between Grandma and the organizer. No matter how much trouble you cause, we are not in the right."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "I've checked. In our case, we can transfer the children in our orphanage to other welfare institutions in batches. Although we'll have to separate, at least we'll have somewhere to settle down."
"If you're worried, we can just make more trips to see them regularly, what do you say?"
One sentence after another, the last bit of coldness in the girl's tone gradually disappeared with the gentle evening breeze.
Tu Yao looked at her quietly, then suddenly whispered:
“My grandmother left a will, and I can transfer the ownership of this welfare home after I come of age.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the air fell silent.
Chu Yun: ? ? ? ?
Chu Yun turned around in disbelief: "...What?"
Qin Lang, who hadn't known how to interject the whole time, also looked over in shock.
"...Did Grandma write a will?"
Tu Yao nodded: "It's written."
Grandma Dean was kind and gentle her whole life, but her kindness was not without limits.
She had anticipated countless scenarios that might occur after her passing, and long ago, in the year she fell seriously ill, she left a guarantee for Tu Yao and the welfare home.
"...No wonder."
"No wonder you said that day that you knew that so-called nephew had no right to inherit!"
Chu Yun felt a surge of anger for no apparent reason.
Why don't you...
Halfway through his sentence, Chu Yun paused, then swallowed the rest of his words.
She wanted to ask Tu Yao why she hadn't told her about the will from the beginning.
Even without asking, it's obvious that before the incident at the orphanage, she and Tu Yao were, at best, strangers who had grown up together.
She didn't fully trust her at that time either.
But why am I now willing to be honest with her...?
Because now, Tu Yao has officially opened the door of trust to her.
This girl seems carefree and easygoing, kind to everyone, and even willing to help a stranger.
But she has her own unique standards for judging people and things.
Chu Yun tried hard to suppress the turmoil in his heart and changed his words: "...Then why don't you take out the will?"
Tu Yao said helplessly, "Because the other person is very scary."
He has never shown his face, but instead hires a bunch of gangsters to intimidate people, disregarding the rule of law. He is clearly not a good person.
"If the other side finds out in advance that my grandmother has a will, I will definitely be in danger."
Chu Yun's expression was slightly complicated: "...Then what were you doing staking out that spot before?"
"Find his weakness before he causes me trouble."
Tu Yao chuckled: "Now I've found it!"
She already knew what kind of person the other person was, and she also knew about their current predicament.
But the other party is unaware of her existence.
Tu Yao smiled and looked at Chu Yun, saying earnestly, "So, Sister Yunyun, don't worry, you see, I never intended to get myself involved."
"I have been protecting myself from the very beginning."
"I know all of what you're saying."
Ordinary people's counterattacks always naturally carry "weaknesses," so they must be extremely careful.
Chu Yun remained silent for a long time.
"...Have you decided what to do?"
Tu Yao thought for a while: "I have a clue. I'll tell you when I've thought it through."
...
Late at night, after cleaning up the mess, Tu Yao was so tired that she lay back down on the bed.
He had just closed his eyes when he struggled to get up again.
She opened a webpage and searched for the agency that Zhao Yuanfeng was affiliated with.
Zhao Yuanfeng is in the management of the project department. He must be quite smart to have made it to the management level.
So far, his character profile is that of a shrewd, ruthless, and greedy middle-aged man.
She couldn't approach him without a reason; if she did, she had to have a legitimate reason that they couldn't refuse.
Tu Yao stared at the screen, lost in thought for a while.
The father and son are probably currently struggling to pay a huge sum of money to buy out the videos.
Tu Yao then searched Zhao Xing's social media page and noted down the team's contact information.
I then clicked into one of the largest forums in China, found a section, and posted a short message.
...
On the other side, Cheng Sangsang and Xu Bai both saw the trending topic about Tu Chaoxi's injury.
In the chat group, Cheng Sangsang asked twice.
Tu Chaoxi didn't react, but Jiang Ye replied.
[Not too serious, just a sprained ankle.]
Then she posted another message: [@Tu Chaoxi, Teacher Tu, the organizer said the ticket list won't be available until tomorrow. I'll send it to you tomorrow.]
Ma Zhiyuan chimed in: "What does he need the list for? Did someone deliberately trip him up? Is he planning to find that person and beat them up?"
Jiang Ye:......
Jiang Ye remained silent.
Others didn't bother to reply to him either.
Teacher Ma's thought process is always a bit quirky, making it difficult to respond.
The group chat quieted down, and Ma Zhiyuan, having nothing to do, started looking for things to keep himself occupied.
Four years ago, Cheng Sangsang set up her own studio and took him under her wing.
However, Ma Zhiyuan felt that the work tasks were too simple, so he often went out on his own to find some odd jobs to do.
It doesn't matter how much money you have, as long as you enjoy yourself.
Today he opened a forum he often uses and saw a post that had become a trending topic due to being criticized.
—I need a draft of at least 30,000 words, due no later than the morning after tomorrow.
Ma Zhiyuan: ?
What's there to criticize?
He quickly swept it down.
[Requesting 30,000 words in such a short time, without even specifying the requirements—is the poster crazy, or am I?]
[Putting money aside, even an octopus wouldn't be this fast. Is the poster a newbie in this field, unaware of the average person's typing speed?]
[Let's talk about money. I clicked into their profile and wow, just two years ago they were still looking for part-time jobs, working three to five a day – definitely a penniless nobody.]
[Back to the main point, 30,000 words is just not my style.]
If you can't do it, neither can I.
Upon seeing this, Ma Zhiyuan scoffed.
Thirty thousand words, who do you think you are?
He immediately clicked the application button.
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