I have ten trillion licking dog gold

To be honest, this product is from twenty years ago, and its structure and layout are already outdated in today's rapidly changing world.

But the moment he stepped into the villa and crossed the threshold, Fu Zili couldn't help but stomp his feet deeply into the ground.

Perhaps this is one of them.

The feeling of entering a grand hall.

"plz follow me."

The villa was rather dim, lacking any sense of grandeur. When the lights were on, they flickered like those of a dying old man, as if the villa's owner was already preparing for bed and had no intention of entertaining guests.

Most people would have started to wonder if they had come at the wrong time, but was Fu Zili the kind of person who would waste his own time?

of course not.

He showed no embarrassment or awkwardness, and followed the nanny leisurely through the front hall to the backyard.

Through the glass door, you can see a lonely figure sitting under the eaves, the quiet night light shining on him—the atmosphere is very atmospheric.

Fu Zili tightened the briefcase he was holding under his arm.

That's right,

He didn't come empty-handed.

Whether the briefcase contained gifts or not remains unknown.

"squeak."

The nanny, who looked to be in her forties or fifties, pushed open the glass door and said, "Please."

Fu Zili was not nervous at all, and did not even need to do any preparation. He walked straight into the backyard, walked calmly towards the motionless figure, and took the initiative to greet him.

"Chairman Fan."

Neither overbearing nor overbearing.

Full of energy.

The other person moved slightly, but did not turn to look at him, their gaze fixed on the lush grass of the backyard.

Do we know each other?

"I thought Chairman Fan was asleep."

Fu Zili placed his briefcase on the round table between two chairs, too casually, showing no awareness whatsoever of a first visit.

“If Chairman Fan didn’t recognize me, why would I be standing here?”

"It's precisely because I don't know you that I want to know why you've come here."

"Countless people want to meet Chairman Fan, but very few are able to get their wish. I believe it's definitely not because of luck."

As he spoke, Fu Zili sat down without waiting for his host to speak.

They really don't treat themselves like guests.

Even without seeing the whole face, you can still feel that the other person smiled, but the laughter wasn't as kind and friendly as it was on TV. Perhaps it was because of the environment; the heavy atmosphere of wealth and power was tinged with a hint of coldness.

"I never expected someone who's been around the block to be so eloquent."

“I told Mr. Fan that he must know me. Fu Zili felt deeply honored.”

Judging from Fu Zili's expression, this "honor" was definitely not just a polite formality.

indeed.

He was a figure in the underworld, perhaps even somewhat famous in the Jianghu of Shacheng, and could certainly make ordinary merchants tremble with fear.

But who is Fan Wanli?

Business is also divided into levels.

In the eyes of this chairman of Greenland Group, all the "big brothers" in Shacheng are probably no different from the security guards at the entrance of Guandi.

No.

They might not even be as good as security guards.

So how could he not feel honored to be able to enter this villa and sit next to the other person?

In the past, it would have been unthinkable, not to mention, that's something I never even dared to dream of.

"Is there something you need from me?"

The nanny left and never came back, not even a cup of tea was poured for her.

But yes.

Fu Zili didn't seem to consider himself a guest at all. He sat down uninvited and in a very relaxed and comfortable posture. Fortunately, the other party was at least an elder, so he didn't cross his legs.

"I came here specifically to help Chairman Fan solve his problems."

"Hehe, hehehe..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the laughter, which sounded very wealthy, became clearer and had a noticeably more "joyful" quality than before, thus adding a lot of warmth to the atmosphere.

Fu Zili took it calmly.

"Those who make a name for themselves in any field certainly have exceptional abilities. I haven't heard such an interesting statement in a long time."

"If Chairman Fan finds it interesting, that's good. I'm just afraid that Chairman Fan will be unhappy if he hears it and will kick me out."

Fu Zili looked at the backyard, which was actually not particularly remarkable.

He climbed step by step from a dilapidated compound of laid-off workers to his current position. Of course, in some people's eyes, he might not even be as good as a security guard at the gate. He relied entirely on himself and his own ambition.

Ambitious people never wait passively; they always understand that they have to fight for what they want.

Correct.

Strive for it.

Just like running.

Even the best of friends can only give you a push from behind; they can't keep pulling you along forever. How far you can run in the end still depends on your own efforts.

"Since Chairman Fan isn't planning to fire me, then we can have a proper chat."

After a moment of silence, Fu Zili spoke again, seemingly implying that he had given people ample opportunity to react, and that they should have spoken during those ten-odd seconds of silence, and that from now on, he could no longer arbitrarily kick people out.

Fan Wanli never looked at him directly, only giving him an inscrutable profile.

In some places, just because you've entered doesn't mean you belong there.

"What do you want to talk about."

"Let's talk about Wu Laoliu, Zhang Zhongquan, Gao Xingrong, and your company's leaders, represented by Lu Xu."

Fan Wanli's profile remained completely expressionless.

"you are very brave."

Fu Zili smiled and said, "Chairman Fan should know that the last thing we lack is courage. We rely on courage."

"Besides courage, there must have been luck as well."

Fu Zili's smile became even more hearty. "Yes, that's right. It seems that Chairman Fan really knows us."

"But luck always runs out eventually, so we should cherish it."

Fu Zili did not refute this, and seemed to strongly agree with the view.

"I believe that everyone in this world, regardless of their path, needs luck. Chairman Fan is no exception. Hasn't Chairman Fan's success today been due to the help of luck?"

Fan Wanli remained silent.

"So, shouldn't Chairman Fan also cherish this opportunity?"

This is not presumptuous of me.

That could be considered offensive.

Fan Wanli was, after all, the top boss in Shacheng. Faced with the arrogance of a "small fry," he remained calm and composed.

“You have to provide evidence when you speak.”

“Providing evidence is the police’s job; I’m not a police officer.”

Fu Zili smiled, tilting his head to look at Fan Wanli, who had never taken him seriously, literally. "Don't you agree, Chairman Fan?"

"Yes, that makes sense. That's why the police rely on evidence."

Fan Wanli nodded.

The atmosphere became quiet.

Fu Zili accompanied him to enjoy the night view of the backyard for a while, but there wasn't much to see. If the meeting place were upstairs, with a panoramic view of the city park, it would be much better.

"Actually, I really admire Chairman Fan. It's not easy to reach such a height as Chairman Fan."

Fu Zili spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Those below the Nascent Soul stage are all ants.

But the higher you go, the greater the chasm becomes.

He seems to be doing quite well in Shacheng now, with a good reputation, but following the normal life trajectory, neither out of inferiority nor pessimism, he clearly knows that the possibility of achieving the same level of success as Fan Wanli in this lifetime is extremely slim.

Sincerity can be felt. Fan Wanli finally turned his head, which was the first time he had truly looked at this "rising star".

"You are still young, and youth means endless possibilities."

Fu Zili smiled wryly, "Thank you for your comfort, Chairman Fan."

This is not a consolation.

Fan Wanli withdrew his gaze and looked aimlessly ahead again. "When I was your age, I was far inferior to you."

"Really?"

"You come to visit me without even knowing how I made my fortune?"

"I'm sorry, Chairman Fan, the time was too short and there was too much work to do, so some oversights were inevitable."

Fan Wanli laughed again, his laughter echoing in the evening breeze, finally bringing a sense of pleasure.

“There are quite a few interesting people in our Shacheng. If we had met earlier, we might have been able to work together.”

Fu Zili quickly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Chairman Fan, you flatter me. I dare not accept such praise."

Fan Wanli smiled.

"As a junior, I would like to ask Chairman Fan a question."

Fan Wanli, whose temples were graying, nodded. "Speak."

"If I could do it all over again, and go back to my age, would Mr. Fan still choose the same life?"

This is a profoundly philosophical question that has troubled countless people, yet Fan Wanli did not consider or hesitate about it.

"Actually, you can find the answer to this question by asking yourself."

"Oh?"

"If you could go back to when you were a teenager, would you choose the life you have now?"

Fan Wanli countered with a question.

Fu Zili was speechless for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

Ginger is still old and spicy.

"Thank you for your explanation, Mr. Fan. I have learned a lot."

"No regrets after the fact. There's no need to look back on the path you've already walked."

Regardless of whether he was a friend or foe, Fu Zili held this leading local figure in high regard.

Only children distinguish between right and wrong.

Shacheng may sound small, but it is a real prefecture-level city with a population of several million!
To stand out among millions of people, to ride the wave of trends, to wield immense influence—such a person must possess qualities that ordinary people cannot match.

This can never be denied.

for example.

The calmness and composure at this moment, and the serenity of watching the leaves fall in the courtyard.

be honest.

Fu Zili felt inferior; if it were him, he would never have been able to achieve such composure.

Of course.

In Tie Jun's circle of childhood friends, he was the "big brother," but compared to Fan Wanli, he was still too young.

So he was neither discouraged nor dejected.

Being young means having the hope of learning and making progress.

"I'm also very sorry."

He sighed, "I'm a little late in visiting Chairman Fan."

Fu Zili looked as if he had met a kindred spirit long ago, and then laughed self-deprecatingly.

"But if I had come earlier, I wouldn't have been qualified to meet Chairman Fan."

rustling...the leaves are shaking.

Fu Zili took a slow breath, then chuckled and said, "I brought a gift for Chairman Fan."

Gift?

It seems that all he brought was that black briefcase.

"I appreciate the thought. Take the things back; I don't like owing people favors."

"Mr. Fan, please don't stand on ceremony. This is not a favor. I am simply expressing my gratitude to you on behalf of the people of Shacheng."

When Fan Wanli turned his head to look a second time, the curve of his lips was intriguing.

"grateful?"

Fu Zili nodded seriously and said slowly, "Greenland has made countless high-rise buildings rise from the ground. Greenland has made an indelible contribution to the modernization of Shacheng. No one is perfect, and the environment is just like this. There are many real estate companies that are more unethical than Greenland. Even without Greenland, there would be Yellowland, Redland..."

Fu Zili's perspective was quite novel, so much so that even though it seemed like he was being insulted to his face, Fan Wanli didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's rare to meet someone who understands."

"so."

Fu Zili looked at the briefcase on the table. "Please accept my gift, Chairman Fan."

He looked ahead, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the courtyard wall, the neighborhood, and even time itself.

"Chairman Fan's historical mission has been completed. It's time to lay down his burdens and embrace a new era."

"Is there no longer a ticket for us, the remnants of the old era, in this new era?"

Fan Wanli's arc was even more pronounced:
"I've also watched One Piece."

"..."

Fu Zili patted the armrest of the chair and laughed heartily. In the oldest wealthy district of Shacheng, his laughter carried far and wide.

"It's a real honor. I never expected to be a kindred spirit with Chairman Fan."

Fan Wanli said calmly, "Actually, everyone has a pirate inside them, and everyone yearns for the treasures at sea. The difference is that some people bravely set off, while others choose to stay on land."

"There's another difference."

Fu Zili added, "The people who set off were on different ships, and they also chose different captains."

After saying that, Fu Zili changed the subject.

"However, we can always jump ship, change ships, and change captains along the way. But for someone of Mr. Fan's age, I don't think there's much need for him to go through all that trouble. After all, Mr. Fan has already experienced the vastness of the sea and salvaged a lot of treasures. What difference does it make whether he goes to the New World or not?"

Fan Wanli remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

Fu Zili reached out, picked up his briefcase, opened it, and took out the "gift" he was carrying.

It's a tradition in China to never arrive empty-handed.

"Chairman Fan."

He handed it to the other person.

Ok.

Just like when Young Master Zhou visited the Third Construction Company compound, it turned out to be an agreement as well.

Furthermore, the main contents of the agreement were not different.

Perhaps out of curiosity, Fan Wanli eventually accepted it.

Fu Zili quietly admired the night view.

The building is twenty years old and there's nothing particularly interesting about it, but it just feels different.

Under the influence of psychological factors, even ordinary wind becomes special.

Fan Wanli, who didn't need reading glasses, slowly flipped through the pages, his expression gradually fading, but he remained relatively calm. However, after turning to the third page, his expression suddenly changed.

The fact that he could react with such strong emotion suggests that the contents of this agreement must be shocking.

"Snapped."

The agreement was closed. Fan Wanli, who hadn't finished reading it, looked up. His expression, which had been so cheerful just moments before, was now unpredictable, and his twitching face even hinted at a sinister look.

"This isn't called a pirate, this is a piracy."

Fu Zili smiled casually.

"It seems that Chairman Fan is a fake fan. That's how the world of One Piece is. People can leave, but the ship has to stay. That's the rule at sea."

Fan Wanli suddenly felt like laughing, but he couldn't. He clutched the absurd and chilling agreement in his hand.

"So, you want to buy my boat for a single penny?"

Fu Zili shook his head.

"Chairman Fan, this is not your ship." (End of Chapter)