I have ten trillion licking dog gold

That's right.

It is also an equity transfer agreement with Greenland.

However, unlike Mr. Zhou's plan to give it away for free...

The party drafting the agreement is willing to pay.

Ok.

0.01 yuan.

That is.

penny.

For one cent, all shares of Greenland Chairman Fan Wanli were bought out.

It is almost equivalent to spending a single cent to buy a leading real estate company in Shacheng that is booming, has paid more than 1 billion yuan in taxes, and is a leader in the industry.

All right.

A plot that even TV dramas wouldn't dare to film has been staged live once again.

When Fu Zili saw the agreement printed out at an advertising shop near Junzi Barbecue, holding the still-steaming document, his heart was filled with turbulent emotions and utter shock. Heaven knows how much preparation he had done in the short hour before setting off.

Even so.

At that moment, he even felt a bit like having a cigarette, but ultimately he considered that he was a guest and didn't want to be too rude.

He didn't need to be so restrained.

If you've already given this agreement to the other party as a gift, is there any need to pretend?

To try and take away a lifetime's work and a lifetime's effort for just a penny, no wonder Fan Wanli reacted so strongly.

He has quite a bit of self-control.

If it were anyone else, that ridiculously absurd agreement would probably have been slapped in Fu Zili's face.

"This gift is too much for me to accept."

The agreement was put back on the table.

Fu Zili was not entirely surprised.
What's so surprising?
It would be absurd if the other party readily accepted and signed the agreement.

"I hope Chairman Fan will give this serious consideration."

Fu Zili is indeed a formidable character; it's hard to imagine how he managed not to burst out laughing.

consider.

Is there anything worth considering?

penny.

Is there even a shred of sincerity?

Or.

Where is your conscience?
Was it eaten by a dog?

"Put your things away."

Fan Wanli issued an order to leave.

"At Mr. Fan's age, it's time to retire gracefully. Life is only a few decades long, why bother?"

Rough words are not rough.

The average life expectancy for men in China is just over seventy. Fan Wanli, who will be sixty in two or three years, is already halfway to the grave. At this age, why is he still working so hard?

Shi Zhenhua is even younger than him, and he has long since retired to enjoy his later years.

Jin Hai's scale is not comparable to Greenland Group's...

This comparison is a bit unfair.

Jin Hai's Jiangcheng branch is a company from the same province, yet they are worlds apart.

Of course.

Shi Zhenhua has a qualified and excellent successor, Fan Wanli...

correct.

Where are the family members of this big shot in Shacheng?

What about future generations?
"In this life, there will always be some things worth defending with your life."

Fu Zili nodded, his face showing admiration. "I understand."

A true hero must possess the demeanor of a hero.

How precious is life, how insignificant is life?
"It seems that Chairman Fan has a deep affection for Shacheng."

Fan Wanli gave a forced smile. After all, they were on different sides, and the initial harmony was just a hypocritical and fragile facade. "The rule of the One Piece world is that the victor is king and the loser is villain. Since you have chosen to set sail, there is no reason to surrender before the battle even begins."

"But if the outcome of some battles is known before they even begin, is there any point in making sacrifices?"

"The result? Did you see it? I don't think I saw it."

Fu Zili sighed, "I can understand why Young Master Zhou is like this. As the leader of Shacheng, he has become accustomed to living in his own world. But Chairman Fan shouldn't be like him."

Fan Wanli remained silent.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan, I didn't turn on any recording equipment. Trying to deal with Mr. Fan with such a tactic is too naive."

To prove he wasn't lying, Fu Zili even took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table to show his innocence.

Just at this time.

An incoming call rang.

Fu Zili's phone was placed openly on the table, without any response.

It wasn't his call. Fan Wanli took out his phone.

A big shot.

I'm just very busy.

Unlike when they were on the second-floor terrace, there were guests present now, so he should have hung up. However, upon seeing the prompt on the screen, Fan Wanli answered the video call without hesitation, and a warm expression unconsciously appeared on his gloomy face.

people.

Indeed, it has many facets.

"grandfather!"

The amiable entrepreneur seen in the media is back.

"Eh!"

Fan Wanli held his phone, the camera pointed at himself, and in an instant, he seemed like a completely different person.

Fu Zili, who was sitting next to him, considerately quieted down.

Do you miss Grandpa?

"Yes! When will Grandpa come to see us?"

On the other end of the video was a five or six-year-old boy with black hair and black eyes. Although his skin was very fair, he was definitely a pure Chinese. However, judging from the lighting, it seemed to be daytime.

China is vast, but the sun and moon revolve in the same cycle, meaning that the other side is overseas.

"Hehe, Grandpa will come when it's your birthday."

Fu Zili, now relegated to the role of a spectator, felt a pang of emotion.

The word "family" is the only force that can eliminate all evil in the world.

He's clearly just an ordinary old man.

"Grandpa, your gift has arrived, thank you Grandpa!"

Gift?

Fan Wanli frowned slightly, but his smile remained unchanged.

"Like it?"

"Yes, I like it!"

As he spoke, the child in the video ran out of the frame and came back, already holding a gift to show to his grandfather, who had been there on different days and nights.

That was a gun.

Toy gun.

Very exquisite.

It's definitely much more realistic than similar toys here in China.

Boys are naturally drawn to things like guns, no wonder little boys are so fond of them.

But seeing his grandson's beloved toy, Fan Wanli's expression changed. What was remarkable about him was that he still didn't call for his son and daughter-in-law.

"Grandpa, it's getting late..."

Goodbye, Grandpa!

The little boy was very sensible; he held the gun in one hand and turned off the video with the other.

After the video call ended, Fan Wanli's face instantly darkened, becoming even more so than the deepening night.

His family had long been sent overseas, and no one except him knew their exact location.

and so.

How did he manage to send that gift that he hadn't even bought?

Calling them son and daughter-in-law is meaningless and only causes panic. Sending family members away is for the purpose of allowing them to live a carefree and stable life.

"Chairman Fan's grandson is so big already, he's so cute."

As if reminded that he had found his target, Fan Wanli suddenly turned his head, and Fu Zili seemed to be stared at by a cunning and venomous snake.

This feels more like it.

"It wasn't me. I'm just a small-time hoodlum. I couldn't possibly have such great power. Chairman Fan sent his family abroad just in case. So their address must be top secret, right?"

That's right.

That's absolutely true.

That's why he was alarmed.

Even the Zhou family couldn't do that!

Even though the Zhou family is powerful in Shacheng, their influence doesn't extend overseas. This is one of the main reasons why he insisted on sending his family away, and so far away at that.

Yes.

He is indeed not young anymore, how could he not yearn for the joys of family life? But life always involves making choices.

Compared to the well-being and happiness of his family, he could endure, and had to endure, the loneliness of being alone. But now, the deepest layer of security in his heart has been shattered.

"Who did it?"

Fan Wanli's eyes were vicious, cruel, and malevolent, like a vengeful ghost with its mask torn off.

"Clap."

Fu Zili couldn't resist lighting a cigarette, but when he put the lighter in his pocket, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

He gently exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Chairman Fan, isn't it time to renegotiate this one-cent deal?" (End of Chapter)