I have ten trillion licking dog gold

A highly sought-after wedding hotel.

Siram.

The Chu Xiang Hall on the second floor, which can accommodate more than ten tables, was packed to capacity.

In Shacheng, the wedding dinner is held in the evening, but a "light meal" is provided at noon for the bride and groom's "relatives," which are close friends and family. Other guests usually come to offer their congratulations at the evening dinner.

It was past eleven o'clock, not yet time for dinner, but the Chu Xiang Hall was bustling with noise.

These relatives were whispering among themselves, all talking about the same topic.

—That incredible Koenigsegg!

"Old Jiang's son-in-law is really something else. My son told me that the wedding car was a Koenigsegg. Do you know how much it cost?"

"It must cost several million..."

“I saw the photos; I’ve never seen that car before.”

"A few million? A few million is just a drop in the bucket! That car is said to cost over a hundred million! And there are only a few in the whole world!"

"Hundreds of millions?! Really?!?!"

"How could it be fake! If you don't believe me, check it online! News about that car is everywhere now, it's even spread to other places!"

"Isn't Lao Wen's son-in-law the one who runs a barbecue restaurant?"

Ok.

Zhang Zhongquan, a friend and relative of the woman, also came. Since he had nothing to do and no job, he didn't have to wait until evening.

"Yeah, how could that be? He's selling barbecue, not drugs!"

"Even drugs don't make this much money! What does it mean to own a car worth hundreds of millions?!"

"Could it be rented?"

"Rent?! There are only a handful of these cars in the whole world, where are you going to rent them?! Not to mention whether you can afford the rental fee, even if you have the money, you still can't rent one!"

"Stop arguing, I know the inside story."

"Tell me quickly!"

"...That car doesn't actually belong to Old Wen's son-in-law."

"Where did it come from?"

"It's said to belong to a friend of Old Wen's son-in-law."

"To know such a capable friend is incredible! Old Wen is about to make it big!"

Before the food was even served, there were only snacks like melon seeds, peanuts, and candy on the table. After questioning whether Old Wen's son-in-law owned a barbecue restaurant, Zhang Zhongquan stopped participating in the discussion. He listened to their back-and-forth chatter, silently munching on melon seeds, feeling rather uncomfortable.

Again.

Don’t worry about having too few and too little.

When Lao Wen got married, he bought a car that was said to be worth over 100 million yuan. Not to mention Shacheng, thanks to the speed of the Internet, many places were a sensation. How could his old friend of many years bear this?
of course.

He hoped that Lao Wen's daughter could live a happy life, but not too happy.

However, the car was there in all its glory. He didn't go to the Wen family's house that morning, but countless people had seen it with their own eyes, so there was no faking it.

Then the problem is coming.

He was there to offer his congratulations as a relative of the bride, but he also knew the groom.

Tie Jun, a kid from the Third Construction Company compound, joined the army after high school, but didn't make a name for himself. Instead, he was injured and discharged from the army. I guess he opened a barbecue restaurant with the compensation money. What kind of amazing connections could he possibly have?
He really couldn't understand it!

"We're so proud of ourselves! Old Wen's daughter's wedding is the talk of the town in Shacheng. It's unprecedented and will never happen again!"

"Hmm. Sigh! Wen Rong is such a lucky girl. I knew from her face when she was little that she wouldn't suffer in the future. Unlike my simple-minded son, who gets cheated out of money by a guy when he's in a relationship."

This table was filled with elders, with Zhang Zhongquan, in his early forties, being the youngest. Talking about the Wen family's happy occasion inevitably led to reflections on their own situation, and for a moment, another round of sighs and lamentations ensued.

"Old Wen is here!"

Someone shouted, and everyone looked towards the door. Old Wen, the deputy director of the Shacheng Mental Health Center, walked in.

"Tsk! He's definitely different now. He's so proud and confident. When other people get married, it's a sad and miserable affair, but he looks like he's become several years younger!"

"Of course! Who told her to find such a good son-in-law! Forget about Ke, if I could have a sports car worth millions picking me up on my daughter's wedding day, I'd die happy!"

The woman's relatives and friends looked at Lao Wen, who was beaming with health, wearing a red name tag on his chest and dressed as "Xi's Dad," with eyes full of envy.

"Come, come, Director Wen, please sit here!"

Zhang Zhongquan stood up and forcibly pulled Lao Wen to his table.

At the wedding, both the bride and groom have their own responsibilities. As the "bride's father," Lao Wen didn't rush to sit down but instead bowed and thanked everyone in all directions.

"Director Wen, you've had a great day today."

Someone at the table said, feigning envy.

"Hehe, thank you all for coming. We must eat and drink well today."

Old Wen sat down. He had a slight beer belly, a wide and fleshy face, and fair skin. He looked like the kind of person who sat in an office with air conditioning and had never experienced hardship.

"We'll definitely treat you to a good meal and drinks. Today is your daughter's wedding, so we certainly won't stand on ceremony with you. But you don't treat us like friends at all."

"Where do you start talking about this?"

Doctors tend to speak in a somewhat literary style.

"What are you talking about? Haven't you hidden it well enough? A car worth hundreds of millions, there shouldn't be another one like it in Shacheng."

Old Wen chuckled.

Everyone has vanity; it's human nature. How could a father not feel proud and elated when his daughter gets married in such a glamorous way?
Of course.

Be content, but don't be arrogant.

Old Wen then said nonchalantly, "Actually, I don't know either."

"You do not know?"

"I don't know. Tie Jun didn't tell me either. I only found out this morning when I saw him. He's been keeping quiet all this time, but he's pulled this whole stunt. Sigh, I didn't really intend to make such a big deal out of it."

The last sentence is just for show; take it with a grain of salt.

I didn't expect to be this high-profile.

His mouth was practically stretched to the back of his ears!

"I heard that's your son-in-law's friend's car?"

Zhang Zhongquan asked the question in a seemingly natural manner.

"Yes. Tie Jun is just a small business owner. Do you think it's possible for him to buy that kind of car?"

Old Wen was very open and honest, and didn't try to hide anything because the car didn't belong to his son-in-law.

Surprise as it may be.

Long face is long face.

When he chose to entrust his daughter to someone else, all he saw was that domestically produced new energy vehicle.

"Old Wen, where did your son-in-law get to know such an amazing friend?"

Before Zhang Zhongquan could even speak, someone else couldn't help but ask.

"We don't know each other from somewhere. The owner of that car is my son-in-law's childhood friend; we grew up together. He's one of the groomsmen today."

"Really? So young?!"

Although none of the people at this table went to the Wen family home to witness the wedding ceremony, those who served as best men must be quite young.

"Yes. Heroes have always emerged from among the young..."

Old Wen nodded, speaking from the heart.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Some people immediately had an idea.

Old Wen shook his head, "I'm not too sure about that."

"Are you talking about that guy surnamed Jiang?"

Zhang Zhongquan asked blankly, his mind a jumble of thoughts, a complete blank.

"I think his surname is Jiang. Do you know him?"

"Zhongquan, you don't know him, do you?"

Zhang Zhongquan's face was expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

Are you kidding me? !

wrong.

This is no joke! Could it be that everything the Fang family said is actually true?!

"...I know him, his girlfriend. She grew up with Lao Wen's son-in-law."

Once a person's thinking gets stuck in a certain alley, it's very difficult for them to change direction.

That's right.

Zhang Zhongquan still blamed everything on Fang Qing, believing that the childhood friend that Xi's father mentioned was Fang Qing.

"You mean Fang Qing, right?"

Old Wen nodded unconsciously. He had seen the bridesmaids who accompanied his daughter at his house before. "They are a good match."

"Oh, so it's your son-in-law's childhood friend's boyfriend's car."

Everyone realized that they had been misled by Zhang Zhongquan, including Lao Wen himself.

How could he possibly know so much?

"Yes. You'll all see them later."

After the thunder and lightning subsided, a storm began to rage in Zhang Zhongquan's mind again.

That kid.

It seems I wasn't exaggerating...

The cars worth hundreds of millions are the most direct evidence.

No matter how much he might be inclined to view others with a sinister eye, faced with stark reality, Zhang Zhongquan had to admit that the kid's background was definitely extraordinary.

But why did that kid talk like he was bragging when he was at Jiang Huazi's house?
If I speak politely, does he really think he won't believe me?
Are you kidding him?

Waiters came in one after another, pushing food carts in.

Lunch preparations begin.

The wedding and dinner were held in the largest banquet hall on the first floor that evening.

"Where's Eun-tsui? Why didn't you bring her?"

Old Wen noticed that Zhang Zhongquan was absent-minded.

"She's at work, she'll come over in the evening."

A casual meal is certainly simpler than a formal meal, but it's not bad either. Normally, casual meals are not served in hotels but are instead taken out to restaurants, for no other reason than to save costs. But Tie Jun didn't care about these things. This one gesture alone shows his sincerity and love.

How's things going with your house?

Old Wen asked, and felt that the reason why the other party seemed so confused was still because he was worried about the unfinished building.

The fact that Zhang Zhongquan bought the Greenland Phase II "unfinished building" is no secret in his circle of friends. He didn't just try to pin it on his cousin Jiang Huazi and make her take responsibility. He tried many methods and contacted everyone he could, including seeking help from Lao Wen.

But Lao Wen was just a deputy director, and a deputy director of the mental health center at that. Although he was slightly higher in status than ordinary people, it was only slightly higher. He didn't have much power or influence and couldn't help him.

"solved."

Zhang Zhongquan, who was not paying attention, subconsciously said, "At the same time, it's also for the sake of face."

He used to feign pitifulness to seek help.

But now it's different.

No one likes a pitying look.

"You're just bragging."

Someone interjected, "The Greenland owners banded together and sued Greenland, but they lost. Greenland got away scot-free."

"Is this true? Why isn't this being reported in the news?"

"Would you dare to report it? The news media are just tools for the rich. Not to mention a company the size of Greenland, who would dare to report it? Would they even want to keep their jobs? It's already quite remarkable that those homeowners dared to sue."

"Zhongquan, is that right?"

Zhang Zhongquan wanted to explain that he was more skilled and intelligent, and that he had reached a settlement with Greenland beforehand, meaning he and the homeowners were no longer in the same boat. However, considering the confidentiality agreement with Greenland, he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb and remain silent.

"Ugh."

Old Wen sighed, lamenting Zhang Zhongquan's misfortune but feeling powerless to help. He picked up a bottle of twenty-year-old Baiyunbian liquor and poured it for him.

"Drink less at noon, but drink as much as you want in the evening."

Zhang Zhongquan found this tone very offensive.

Is he a pitiful person?
No.

He is not.

The pitiful ones are those foolish and ignorant homeowners.

"It's just a house; whether it's unfinished or not, I don't care!"

A confidentiality agreement cannot be violated, but that doesn't mean he can't find another way.

"Hey, Zhongquan, you're in such a good mood?"

Some people are being sarcastic and sarcastic.

We've known each other for decades. How could we not know each other's personalities, family backgrounds, and capabilities?

“I’m planning to buy another house, a bigger one. I’m looking at some now. If you know of any good properties, you can recommend them.”

Zhang Zhongquan appeared to be someone who didn't lack money, and his powerful aura truly stunned everyone for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Zhongquan, you didn't win the lottery, did you?"

"Lottery tickets are for idiots. I never buy them."

" Went gambling?"

Nobody thinks of the bright side.

We can't blame others.

There aren't many possible explanations for someone who doesn't even have a proper job suddenly becoming rich.

"Gambling? Playing small stakes is fine, but if you make money this way, the only outcome will be ruin and death. I, Zhang Zhongquan, have lived half my life and still have some savings."

Ok.

Very humble.

Attributing all the credit to one's own efforts.

Others couldn't help but become suspicious.

Could it be that they all underestimated this guy before?
The Greenland Group's housing project was left unfinished, costing at least several hundred thousand yuan. Now, if they want to buy a house, they'll have to spend another several hundred thousand yuan.

Doesn't that mean having a million in savings?

"Zhongquan, you've been hiding your true abilities all along."

Some people said it half-truthfully.

Zhang Zhongquan smiled dismissively, the man who had been begging and pleading before was not him at all. He adopted a condescending attitude and lectured, "We men, in everything we do, must have enough backup plans. This isn't just about being responsible for ourselves, it's about being responsible for our wives and children. Buying an unfinished building is unlucky, but so what? Take it easy. It's just a little money; you can earn it back! But if you spend all your savings, it's a different story. Then you'll have no choice but to jump into the moat. So, people must act within their means and not be too vain!"

Everyone was at a loss for what to do.

What the hell.

Is it schizophrenia?

It wasn't like this at all when I asked them for help before.

"Zhongquan is right. People should be prepared for danger even in times of peace, plan ahead, and take precautions. Cheers!"

The director is indeed the director; his summary is very insightful.

Just as everyone was raising their glasses, the groomsmen and bridesmaids, who had been busy all morning, walked in, thankfully making it in time for the meal.

"Old Wen, which one is it?"

"The one walking in the middle."

"Truly a dragon among men! His surname is Jiang? What's his given name?"

Old Wen tilted his head. "Zhongquan, don't you know him?"

Zhang Zhongquan silently took a sip of baijiu. Like Lao Wen, he only knew his surname.

and.

What's your name?

Is it important?
"I don't remember." (End of Chapter)