I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"You're so busy making money right after your wedding, you don't spend much time with your wife. What, are you not satisfied with the wedding gift money you received?"

Junzi Barbecue Restaurant.

Fu Zili ate some skewers while making jokes.

Wu Yubin was also there. Hong'an and Shacheng are so close, separated only by a bridge across the river, it takes less than an hour to drive there.

"I'd like to go with her, but her vacation days don't allow it. Why don't you talk to her hospital management and ask them to give her a few more days off?"

Marriage leave and maternity leave are different; a week at most is considered a long leave.

"Ah."

Fu Zili cupped his hands in a fist and said, "You think too highly of me. I'm not an official, how could I have such ability? My words don't count for anything."

"Mr. Fu is being modest."

Tie Jun raised his glass in a toast.

Three men with different backgrounds and life experiences clinked glasses in a passionate toast.

"Getting married, any new feelings? Share them with me and other bachelors like Squad Leader Wu."

Tie Jun didn't say anything, but simply pointed to his shoulder.

"What do you mean?"

"Can't you see? The heavy sense of responsibility on his shoulders."

Fu Zili chuckled in surprise, “Get lost. Wen Rong is so thrifty, considerate, and independent; you should have it much easier.”

Tie Jun nodded in deep agreement, his face beaming with happiness. "That makes sense."

"Didn't you call Jiang Chen?"

Fu Zili asked.

Tie Jun shook his head, "We'd better be more sensible, otherwise if Princess Qing takes a liking to us, we'll be in big trouble."

Fu Zili smiled knowingly and sighed slightly. This time, it wasn't regret, but rather a mixture of anticipation and blessings.

It's like a melodramatic play that's been going on for most of its run, and finally seems to have reached a turning point.

"Mr. Jiang..."

Wu Yubin suddenly hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

It was observed by Tie Jun and Fu Zili.

"Old squad leader, just speak your mind. President Fu is still reliable."

We can rely on it.

The dialect of Shacheng.

It means that someone is reliable and not an outsider.

“A few days ago, someone asked me to act as an intermediary and deliver a message to Mr. Jiang.”

Tie Jun and his companion were both taken aback upon hearing this.

Tie Jun's brows furrowed quickly, his eyes flickered, he stopped eating and drinking, and his joking demeanor vanished.

"Who is it? Is it convenient for Squad Leader Wu to say?"

People who frequent the underworld are indeed different; their reactions are exceptionally quick.

Now that he'd brought this up, Wu Yubin naturally didn't intend to hide anything; he was very clear about the stance he should take on this matter.

"His surname is Zhou, Zhou Shaohua."

Who is Zhou Shaohua?

Tie Jun clearly had never heard of this person.

"Young Master Zhou?"

Fu Zili's pupils contracted slightly as he tentatively asked.

Wu Yubin nodded.

Fu Zili's eyes flickered, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

"Who among you can explain this to an ordinary citizen like me?"

Tie Jun wasn't a gossipy person, but since it concerned Jiang Chen, he couldn't help but be curious.

Fu Zili didn't make things difficult for Wu Yubin. "You run a shop, so at least you know who our local officials are, right?"

"I know, it's Zhou..."

Tie Jun said subconsciously, then suddenly realized what he meant, and his expression quickly changed.

He immediately stared at Wu Yubin, "Old squad leader, what exactly happened? How did the search for Jiang Chen lead them to you?"

"It must be because they were all your best men at your wedding."

Tie Jun looked back at Fu Zili, puzzled. "My wedding?"

Fu Zili nodded silently, "After all, your wedding was such a sensation."

Tie Jun realized something and stared at Fu Zili: "Do you know something?"

Fu Zili remained silent, lost in thought, as he drank alone.

"Young Master Zhou didn't specify what exactly happened, but I have a feeling it was something unpleasant."

Wu Yubin said.

He couldn't afford to offend either side, so he needed to make sure both sides saw his neutral stance.

"Should I make a call and ask?"

Tie Jun muttered to himself, "As a friend, it's fine if I didn't know, but now that I do know, nothing can just happen."

"Why would we make a phone call? Even if there's something unpleasant, what can we do in a confrontation of that level?"

"It provides emotional value."

Fu Zili was taken aback, and both he and Wu Yubin laughed.

"Fine, go ahead and hit me if you want."

Tie Jun still didn't take out his phone, but instead locked onto Fu Zili, saying, "You definitely know."

Fu Zili, with peanuts between his fingers, said, "I know I can't say anything. What does it have to do with us little fish and shrimps if gods are fighting? Drinking beer and eating skewers is so much more fun."

There were only three people present, and none of them were fools.

Although Fu Zili didn't say anything, he actually revealed a lot of information.

Obvious.

It's more than just a minor unpleasantness.

"I am a small fish or shrimp, you are not."

Tie Jun muttered to himself.

"Don't."

Fu Zili quickly said, "Don't flatter me to death. I don't fall for that. Below the Nascent Soul stage, everyone is just a piece of trash."

Tie Jun laughed, surprisingly no longer dwelling on it, and started drinking his wine.

Wu Yubin was a little puzzled by this scene.

He knew that the man, who was even younger than him, was extraordinary, but the Zhou family was no ordinary family either.

Aren't you worried at all?
Although they hadn't known each other for very long, Wu Yubin could tell that these people weren't just fair-weather friends; their feelings for each other were genuine and pure.

and so.

Are they really that confident?

"Squad Leader Wu."

Fu Zili suddenly looked up.

Wu Yubin snapped out of his thoughts, his rugged face showing a natural expression. "Please speak, Mr. Fu."

Fu Zili clicked his tongue. "...Squad Leader Wu, it's best not to get involved in this matter."

Wu Yubin nodded. "I understand. I rejected Mr. Zhou back then."

"Ah."

Fu Zili stopped there, raised his glass, and said, "Let's drink! Let's drink!"

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone rang.

Fu Zili wiped his mouth, took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, his expression unchanged, and said naturally, "I'm going to take this call."

He got up, walked out of the noisy barbecue restaurant, stood at the door, and picked up his phone to his ear.

"Are you free?"

"Hehe, of course I'm available anytime you call."

Fu Zili's voice didn't sound like he was drunk at all; after all, he had only drunk beer.

"Just tell me what you need, and I'll go through fire and water for you."

He said it jokingly.

"Let's go to the residence tonight."

Guandi.

The earliest wealthy area in Shacheng, mostly villas, was completed 20 years ago. Next to it is Shacheng's first five-star hotel. The back gate of the community connects to the city park. The residents can be described as Shacheng's "old money family".

It has little to do with price.

In some places, it symbolizes status and position.

Nouveau riche who suddenly become wealthy don't really have the confidence to live in a mansion. It's not that they can't afford it, but what would they do with it?
The residence is connected to a city park, which contains a zoo.

how.

Not enough animals? How about becoming a clown?
“I was born and raised in Shacheng, and I’ve never been to a Guandi before.”

Fu Zili stood under the sign of Junzi Barbecue Restaurant, his eyes deep, watching the cars come and go on the road day after day, and grinned.

"Tonight I finally have the chance to go."

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The night is quiet.

Twinkling stars.

In a three-story villa in the oldest and wealthiest neighborhood of Shacheng, Fan Wanli, the founder of Greenland Group, stood on the terrace, looking down at the scenery of his "back garden".

The city park in Shacheng is extremely large. After several expansions, it has reached an astonishing area of ​​over 70 hectares, with lakes, mountains, pavilions, and a zoo.

This park has witnessed the historical changes of Shacheng and is a good place for generations of Shacheng people to relax, take walks and exercise. However, by opening a back door, one can turn the entire park into their own backyard. This is unique in Shacheng.

"The person is still in the ICU, in critical condition. Even if they survive, they will be disabled."

On the terrace, Fan Wanli listened to the report on the phone without any emotion, as if the other party was not describing a living being, but merely a mayfly invisible to the naked eye on the shimmering surface of a distant lake.

"Chairman Fan, is that Wu Laoliu really not locked up inside? There's no safer place than inside."

"Insurance? It's just to save people trouble. It's just a matter of one phone call from the inspection team."

There was an instant silence on the other end.

The dew was heavy at night, especially since it was next to a park, and the temperature was low, but no one came to remind Fan Wanli to put on more clothes or go back inside.

of course.

As one of the wealthiest people in Shacheng, he certainly couldn't be without family.

It's just because my family isn't here.

Big shots seem to prefer living alone, unlike ordinary people who, once they get a big house, immediately want to move their whole family in, the more lively the better.

After a moment of silence, the phone rang again.

"Chairman Fan, why not just make things permanent and have Wu Laoliu disappear forever? Only the dead can keep secrets forever,"

"A secret? Is there a secret?"

"Of course...of course not."

"Human lives are at stake. Don't tarnish the security situation in our Shacheng, especially at this time."

"I'm sorry, Chairman Fan, I didn't think this through. This Wu Laoliu has no children, no parents, and his only wife ran off with someone a long time ago. He's mentally unstable and a bit of a psychopath. Even if someone talks to him, it's bound to be a misunderstanding. Besides, a mentally unstable person has no evidence to draw."

Children can be taught.

This is the kind of talent that those in positions of power need.

Wu Laoliu is indeed a pervert and mentally unhealthy, but how could such a person obediently follow orders?

There are always more ways than difficulties.

With dedication, a way can always be found.

"well done."

"...Chairman Fan, there's a question I don't quite understand. Why do we have to deal with that guy surnamed Zhang at this critical juncture?"

Yes.

Are you in such a hurry?

Ants cannot move their nest.

As long as you're in Sand City, you can just trample them to death every now and then, isn't that the same thing?
Fan Wanli himself didn't really understand.

of course.

Many things in this world have no reason whatsoever.

Is Greenland's ability to stand firm and continue to thrive solely due to its own strength?

No.

It is because the tree planters continuously provide nutrients.

So, how can he refuse to do what the tree planter asks him to do? What right does he have to refuse?
"Do your job well."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fan."

call ended.

Fan Wanli slowly put down his phone and gazed at the quiet park in the night.

Around 8 a.m., you could vaguely see many people jogging and exercising in the park, becoming part of the park's scenery.

of course.

Such a complete landscape is something few people have the chance to appreciate.

"Ding……"

The phone rang again.

Fan Wanli picked it up and held it to his ear.

"Chairman Fan, we've found out. That Zhang guy has a very distant relative who's also from Shacheng. The reason he was able to call a lawyer to cause trouble for us is all thanks to this relative."

"And that wedding that caused such a stir a few days ago was also related to this relative of his."

Eggs cannot be put in one basket.

wrong.

more specifically.

It's like a cunning rabbit with three burrows.

The best way to keep a secret from being known by too many people is to break it down into smaller parts.

Fan Wanli has always had this habit, and he has always maintained it well.

"Isn't that lawyer surnamed Fang?"

"No. That woman is just a decoy; there's someone else behind her. Chairman Fan, we've been deceived."

"who."

Fan Wanli asked directly.

"His surname is Jiang, his given name is Jiang Chen, and he is the owner of Donghai Tianci Capital."

"God-given capital?"

"Yes. Mr. Fan, please check it out. Although Tianci Capital has only been established for a few years, its development speed is incredible. It is not listed, its financial resources are unfathomable, and its tentacles extend into many industries. The opening of international routes at our Shacheng Airport was spearheaded by it."

Fan Wanli remained silent for a long time before asking, "Are they from Shacheng?"

"Yes, he's from Shacheng. And his hometown is the Third Construction Company compound. By the way, Chairman Fan, the demolition plan for the Third Construction Company compound should also be his idea."

Fan Wanli's brows furrowed involuntarily.

A few words over the phone certainly can't describe the whole picture, but they can reveal profound truths from small details.

This innate capital is far superior to that of Greenland Group.

but.

A question quickly popped into his head.

Doesn't Young Master Zhou know this?

Or maybe.

Does it mean they don't even respect the other party?
Also.

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce.

Especially the sons of officials, who are used to a life of luxury, how could they possibly look up to merchants who reek of money? That condescending arrogance is innate, and he, who is very close to them, feels it most deeply.

Don't be fooled by how polite the other party was to him.

Is it because of respect?

No.

Throughout the entire process, the other party never treated him as an equal.

They only maintain a semblance of civility because their interests are intertwined and they are so deeply bound together.

Do you have a photo of him?

"Have."

"send to me."

The phone call ended, and in its place, a message was quickly sent.

Fan Wanli put down his phone, opened the photo, and scrutinized the young man in it.

Mr. Jiang is indeed very low-key, but it is undoubtedly impossible for a person to live in society without leaving any trace.

He attended Tie Jun's wedding as a groomsman and even gave a speech, which was captured on camera by countless guests.

The moment Fan Wanli received the message on his phone was when Boss Jiang shared the bouquet with his childhood sweetheart. The spotlight shone on him, making him look gentle, handsome, and exuding an extraordinary noble quality in his cheap suit. He was also radiant!

He's definitely the kind of guy who easily makes other women jealous.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

Fan Wanli, who was on the second-floor terrace, seemed to hear the doorbell ringing downstairs.

At over fifty years old, he wasn't yet at the point of failing eyesight and hearing, and sure enough, the nanny came up.

"Chairman Fan, we have a guest visiting."

Fan Wanli turned off his phone.

It seems he didn't have any invitations to meet people tonight.

"who."

"He said his name was Fu Zili." (End of Chapter)