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"That brat got kept after school again?"

At the entrance of Hongjiayuan Primary School.

Watching the children being picked up by their parents, Zhang Zhongquan, who had been waiting for more than ten minutes, began to get a little anxious. However, he quickly remembered that he had high blood pressure and could not get agitated.

He controlled his emotions.

No one knows their own son better than his father. He's simply not cut out for studying, consistently at the bottom of the class, and a frequent target of the teachers' attention, often being kept after school.

Of course.

Zhang Zhongquan understood that this was a responsible act!
These days, it's rare to see a teacher as dedicated as this.

So he never complained. In the past, if he was kept after school, the teacher would usually send a message to let him know. But today...

Zhang Zhongquan took out his phone, but there was no response.

So he stood at the increasingly deserted school gate and called his teacher to inquire about the situation.

"He wasn't kept after school? He's out?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, didn't you see him?"

"Oh, we probably missed it. I'm sorry, teacher, I've bothered you."

Zhang Zhongquan quickly hung up the phone; if they continued talking, he would be nagged about his son's grades again.

He has a very open-minded perspective.

Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren.

Even struggling students can find their own way to survive; surely the world can't consist only of high achievers?
Of course.

He wasn't always so open-minded. He tried, but when he found that no matter what methods he used, his son's grades didn't improve and even slipped, he gave up.

People don't live just to study.

Even if you don't have the talent, happiness is still something worth pursuing.

After confirming that his son was not detained, Zhang Zhongquan immediately dialed his son's Little Genius smartwatch.

Ok.

For a time, young Taoist nuns also used it.

"You little brat, where have you been? Didn't I tell you I'd be waiting at the door if you didn't see me?"

Ok.

He was a little late today, but that was because he went to look at houses. Old Tong's son's subsidized house was quite suitable, but comparing prices and looking around is never a bad thing.

I was so fooled. You can't rush into buying a house.

"Dad, I'm eating KFC, it's so delicious!"

From over there came the sounds of chewing, swallowing, and slurping drinks.

KFC?
Zhang Zhongquan was taken aback for a moment, then quickly flew into a rage, "You brat! How fat have you gotten? And you're still eating! I told you not to eat random things! Did you ignore me?"

People will always try to make the most of their limited power.

For example, a security guard at the gate.

The same goes for parents.

Unable to hold his head high in front of his wife and living a stifled life, Zhang Zhongquan only found authority with his son.

and many more.

After venting his frustrations unconsciously, Zhang Zhongquan suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Where did you get this money?! You bastard, did you steal money from home?"

He was huffing and puffing, probably busy wolfing down his food, and after a while, he finally had a moment to reply to his father.

"Someone's treating us..."

dinner?

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, the child is just hungry."

Upon hearing the unfamiliar voice suddenly come from the phone, Zhang Zhongquan's expression changed, and he immediately questioned, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Zhou."

"Why did you take my son away? What do you want?!"

"I just felt a connection with the kid and treated him to KFC."

Why not McDonald's?

"Which KFC?!"

"It should be the one closest to the school."

"I'm warning you! Don't move! Or I'll call the police right now!"

"I'm waiting for Mr. Zhang."

Before Zhang Zhongquan could say anything more, the call was disconnected.

"Oh shit!"

Zhang Zhongquan was furious and confused at the same time. Without thinking too much, he quickly got on his electric scooter.

Although his simple-minded son wasn't good at studying, he was his mother's precious treasure. If anything happened to him...

Imagining his wife's furious reaction, Zhang Zhongquan, riding his electric scooter, gripped the handlebars even tighter.

The nearest KFC is only one kilometer away from Hongjiayuan Primary School. Riding an electric scooter and ignoring traffic lights, only a few minutes had passed when Zhang Zhongquan suddenly pushed open the McDonald's door.

"Fatty Zhang, you're practically a pig already, and you're still eating!"

This KFC doesn't have a second floor.

A classmate, who was also brought by his mother to buy hamburgers, noticed Zhang Zhiqiang eating heartily and kindly reminded him.

Standing nearly 1.7 meters tall and weighing over 150 pounds, Zhang Zhiqiang seemed oblivious to everything, continuing to stuff fries into his mouth while holding a half-eaten chicken wrap in his other hand. His hands and face were greasy, as if he only had eyes for these junk foods, blocking out the outside world.

Feeling embarrassed, the boy's mother hurriedly pulled her son away, who had been verbally abusive, but couldn't help glancing back as she left.

Don't say it.

This child really does look like a pig.

Zhang Zhongquan, who arrived on horseback—no, on a donkey—didn't hear the child's insult to his son. He passed by the mother and son, his attention entirely focused on the strange man sitting opposite his son.

The floor space is so small, and KFC, being a cheap, low-quality restaurant, isn't doing as well as it used to, plus my son's unusual physique. It couldn't be easier to spot.

"What do you do?!"

Zhang Zhongquan walked quickly to his son's side, not bothering to scold him.

This kid truly embodies the saying that "food is the only thing you should never miss." Even though his father is here, he acts as if he doesn't see him at all, and he's stuffing food into his mouth even faster, as if he's seizing the last bit of time to eat as much as he can.

“Like Mr. Zhang, I am an ordinary citizen of Shacheng. I have no malicious intent.”

Malice.

There probably isn't one.

Having lived for forty years, I may not have accomplished anything, but I do have some discernment when it comes to judging people.

Besides, what bad guy is so obedient that he just sits there quietly without being told to move?
"you know me?"

"of course."

The other person smiled, looking at the "sturdy and adorable" Zhang Zhiqiang, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have invited Mr. Zhang's son to KFC."

Zhang Zhongquan frowned, trying hard to recall where he had seen the other person before, but after searching his memory, he found no such person.

"But I don't know you."

"People all start from being strangers and gradually become familiar with each other. My surname is Zhou, Zhou Shaohua."

The name was also unfamiliar.

How big is the gap between people?
People living at the bottom of society have no idea who is enslaving them.

“Mr. Zhang, we’ve met now, haven’t we?”

Although he knew the other person meant no harm, Zhang Zhongquan still felt uncomfortable about their smile; it was an indescribable feeling.

"Eat! All you ever do is eat! I'll break your legs when we get back!"

After demonstrating his authority as the head of the household, Zhang Zhongquan turned his attention to the unfamiliar man named Zhou Shaohua.

"You wouldn't come to our temple without a reason. What brings you here?"

He remained polite enough not to say that unsolicited favors were suspicious or malicious.

"Mr. Zhang, please sit down and speak."

sit?
Where is the place?

The four-person table was blocked by the brat outside, making it impossible to get into the seats inside. "That's it."

"Where did Mr. Zhang find the lawyer who helped him protect his rights?"

Zhang Zhongquan was caught off guard. "Protect your rights? Protect what rights?"

"Didn't these lawyers help Mr. Zhang reach a settlement with Greenland?"

Zhang Zhongquan's eyes trembled, and he couldn't help but become tense, or rather, wary.

"Reconciliation? Reconciliation with what? Don't talk nonsense!"

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry. It doesn't violate the confidentiality agreement. That money was originally your down payment for the house, and it's being returned to its rightful owner. No one has the right to take it back."

Zhang Zhongquan was stunned, looking surprised and doubtful. "You're from Greenland Group?"

"Mr. Zhang can also understand it that way."

"Haven't we settled things between us? Why are you coming to see me again?"

"Is it resolved? It doesn't seem so. The lawyer who helped Mr. Zhang has started helping other homeowners now."

"That has nothing to do with me! I didn't send them! Besides, didn't you win the lawsuit?"

Zhang Zhongquan reacted instinctively, immediately saying that he felt the other party was there to settle scores later.

"I just asked where Mr. Zhang found those lawyers."

The other person spoke at a steady, slow pace, making it impossible to resist responding.

"It was through a relative of mine."

"Fang Qing, right?"

Zhang Zhongquan's eyes narrowed. "You know everything, so why are you asking me?"

The other party remained calm and unhurried.

“I checked, and she is an excellent lawyer, but there are many lawyers like her across the country, far more than just her. It’s not enough.”

"not enough?"

Zhang Zhongquan was baffled. "Not enough what?"

"Mr. Zhang, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Zhang Zhongquan's brain was racing, his eyes darting around, decades of life experience working frantically in his head.

"Have those homeowners caused you any trouble?"

Losing the lawsuit doesn't mean the homeowners will stop making trouble.

He only stopped because he had received money.

People have poured their life's work into those steel bars and concrete; are they just going to accept it passively because of a court's ruling?

That's a person, a living, breathing person, with self-awareness, not a domesticated pig or dog!

Furthermore.

Even a cornered dog will bite.

Pigs can even eat people when they're extremely hungry!
"Mr. Zhang, just answer the questions."

Tsk.

They've gotten all cocky!

After realizing the general situation, or thinking he understood it, Zhang Zhongquan's mindset changed, and he quickly became tough.

"Why should I answer you! Our deal is done, and everything else is none of my business."

With that, he slapped his son hard on the head. "Stop eating and come home with me!"

Despite his condescension, Zhou Shaohua remained calm and unhurried, reaching into his inner pocket to pull out a folded poster and handing it over.

"What?"

"Mr. Zhang has been looking at houses recently, so he should know something about Quchi East Courtyard."

Zhang Zhongquan took it, unfolded it, and found it was a promotional advertisement for Quchi East Courtyard.

He was looking at houses, but he had never been to Quchi East Courtyard before. It wasn't because it was far away from the city center, but because Quchi East Courtyard was a place only the rich dared to look at. It was either a villa or a large apartment, which he could never afford!

Of course.

He must have seen the advertisement for Quchi East Courtyard.

"What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?"

Zhang Zhongquan glanced at the alluring promotional poster and immediately looked up, believing that the other party was deliberately insulting him.

“I have a house in Quchi East Courtyard, a villa. It’s not very big, but it’s more than enough for Mr. Zhang’s family.”

Zhang Zhongquan was taken aback.

"I intend to gift this villa to Mr. Zhang."

"..."

Zhang Zhongquan's pupils dilated, his mouth opened unconsciously, and his eyes fluctuated violently, a mixture of ecstasy, doubt, and disbelief distorting his face.

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

Zhang Zhongquan forced himself to stay calm and maintain basic rationality, but the other party ignored him and continued to add to his own thoughts.

"And it's already renovated, so you can move in right away."

Warm and caring.

Many people's ultimate dream is to live in a villa with a front and back yard, raising cats and walking dogs, planting flowers and brewing tea, enjoying the warmth of spring and blooming flowers. However, being able to afford a villa is only the first step.

The biggest hurdle is the renovation!

Anyone who has bought a house knows that while houses have a price, renovations are priceless. There's no limit to how much you can spend on renovations if you're willing!

A villa in Quchi East Courtyard costs about three or four million, but the cost of renovation will probably exceed the house price!
In other words.

Even if he got a bare-bones villa for free, he still couldn't afford to furnish it!
Of course.

The other party has already resolved his concerns, so Zhang Zhongquan doesn't need to worry about it.

He felt a little dizzy at that moment.

This wasn't just a windfall; it was like gold ingots raining down from the sky, all of them falling into his pockets!
"you……"

He swallowed hard, his words tumbling out incoherently.

“I, Zhou Shaohua, never go back on my word. If Mr. Zhang has time, you can go and see that villa tomorrow.”

"I'm free! I'm free!"

Without even considering whether there was a trap, Zhang Zhongquan hurriedly nodded, fearing that if he hesitated even a second, the other party would retract their order.

The villa in Quchi East Courtyard is fully furnished. Even if you resell it, it will be an enormous fortune!
Zhou Shaohua nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

"Then, Mr. Zhang, can you answer my question now?"

Zhang Zhongquan felt feverish all over, and his blood was rushing to his head; he seemed to be experiencing another bout of high blood pressure.

He gripped the poster as if he were forcefully holding onto an ideal that was out of reach for ordinary people like them.

“I have a distant nephew, and Fang Qing helps me entirely because of him.”

The other party remained silent.

Seeing this, he continued, "My nephew comes from a very ordinary, even tragic, family. He lost his parents when he went to college, but somehow, he made a fortune quickly after graduation. Not long ago, he even drove a Koenigsegg back to attend a wedding."

Do you know Koenigsegg? A car worth a hundred million!

"Is it the one that's been making all over the news lately?"

"Correct!"

Zhang Zhongquan nodded. Although they had severed all ties, people are always vain and couldn't help but show off.

"There are only a handful of those cars in the whole world. It's a real source of pride for our Sand City..."

"But what does this have to do with Mr. Zhang?"

A single, casual remark instantly froze Zhang Zhongquan's arrogant expression, halting his speech. A flicker of embarrassment, awkwardness, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, it has nothing to do with me. Haha, once people become successful, why would they bother with their poor relatives from the past?"

As he spoke, he said to the other party in a serious tone, "You must not cause him any trouble. A car worth 100 million is not something you can afford to offend."

Shacheng, and the Zhou family, are people they can't afford to offend.

Zhou Shaohua smiled.

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Zhang." (End of Chapter)