I have ten trillion licking dog gold

An incredibly terrifying pressure enveloped him, as if it could tear him apart and devour him at any moment.

In terms of age, the other party is already in his twilight years, but in Shacheng, who could regard this head of Greenland Group as an old man in his twilight years?

At least Fu Zili, who was born and raised in Shacheng and stayed there to work hard, could not do it.

Fortunately, he was smoking.

Nicotine can numb the nerves.

Although I only saw a nanny, I knew the other party must have the ability to summon a thousand troops with a single arrow. Who knows, if I slammed my fist on the table, axemen would rush up from the ambush.

Choosing to come here alone definitely carries risks.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Even with the help of benefactors, there are still some paths you have to walk yourself.

"hiss--"

Fu Zili remained silent and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Good, a good captain has been chosen."

The overwhelming pressure slowly dissipated after reaching its critical point, and Fu Zili, who appeared to be leisurely exhaling smoke, actually let out a long sigh of relief.

No shame.

in contrast.

His behavior since entering the villa has been commendable.

He had followed many older brothers, and all of them had to call the man next to him "Big Brother".

"But I also have a question I'd like to ask you."

"Please speak, Chairman Fan."

"What right does a petty thug like you have to get on the ship?"

Now that the paper window has been torn, it's time to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"Ah."

Fu Zili smiled wryly, not taking it to heart. Having weathered the initial difficult phase, his turbulent emotions gradually subsided, and his smoking became increasingly natural and unrestrained.

"When a ship is big enough, the demand for manpower will naturally increase. Who says that everyone who boards a ship must be a seaman? Don't people also need to do the work of tending the boiler and doing odd jobs?"

"That makes some sense, but it's not enough."

Fu Zili, with a cigarette between his fingers, said, "Of course, that's only one reason. Secondly..."

He paused.

“People have different personalities. For example, Mr. Fan only cares about his family and blood relatives. But some people are more benevolent and treat all relatives and friends equally, regardless of their status.”

Fan Wanli nodded. "Understood."

Fu Zili wasn't in a hurry; after all, people need time to process things. He waited until he finished the last puff of his cigarette before speaking again.

"I wonder what Chairman Fan's decision is?"

"Isn't your captain a shrewd businessman? Why would he do such a losing business?"

penny.

Still losing money?
Fu Zili, increasingly emboldened, stubbed out his cigarette on the glass table. "Since Chairman Fan knows this, what are you still hesitating about?"

"I know, but I don't know enough, so I'd like to ask you for help in clarifying my doubts. Since we're talking about business, we need to be open, honest, and transparent, right?"

Fu Zili grinned. "Yes, I agree with what Chairman Fan said. In business, you have to be honest with each other. Most real estate companies are insolvent and have a lot of bad debts. I don't think Greenland is an exception. Paying to take over would be a bit of a rip-off."

"So what do you want?"

Fan Wanli did not deny it.

This phenomenon is not limited to real estate; it is observed in many industries. Some seemingly large and successful companies inexplicably report losses year after year.

Is it really not profitable?
of course not.

Nobody knows where the money went.

Oh.

The owner of Hengsheng, Mr. Geng, who operates a sewing machine behind bars, should have experience.

"With Chairman Fan's wisdom, how could he not have thought of what we want?"

"I can't imagine."

Fu Zili chuckled. "Chairman Fan, that's not very honest of you. All you care about is your family. Why bother putting on a show of loyalty? You moved your whole family abroad, not just because the air there is sweeter, right? Who are you trying to protect yourself from?"

"It's just a habit."

Fan Wanli said in silence, "Perhaps you haven't reached this level and can't understand."

“I do have a long way to go to reach Chairman Fan’s level. I also know that many top tycoons send their families abroad for freedom. After all, having mountains of gold at home but not daring to spend it freely is indeed a cruel form of punishment.”

"But Chairman Fan is clearly someone who cherishes family affection so much. His tender love for his children just now moved even me, an outsider. Chairman Fan is willing to endure loneliness and be separated from his family. He must have some special reasons for this."

"You're still too green to sow discord."

Fu Zili wasn't annoyed. He would have been disappointed if this big shot representing the pinnacle of Shacheng was so easy to deal with.

"It seems that the younger generation's vision needs to be honed. I never expected to see the long-lost sense of righteousness in Chairman Fan."

Fu Zili sighed softly.

"I think Mr. Fan's grandson will definitely be proud to have such a grandfather."

"How dare you!"

The chilling, surging aura returned.

Fu Zili remained unmoved and slowly said, "Although I don't have as much experience as Chairman Fan, I also understand a principle: you can't have your cake and eat it too; you always have to make a choice."

"Aren't you afraid you won't be able to get out tonight? There's a zoo right next door with lions and tigers. Many visitors say they're too thin, and I think we should give these animals a little extra food sometimes."

Fu Zili smiled brightly.

“I grew up in Shacheng. I’ve definitely been to the zoo next door more times than Mr. Fan. I don’t know if Mr. Fan has been to zoos abroad. I’ve heard that zoos abroad have a much wider variety of animals than ours. They not only have lions and tigers, but also hyenas, brown bears, man-eating crocodiles… When lions and tigers hunt, they usually just lock their throats, so there’s not much pain. But the way these animals hunt is much bloodier.”

They really have a lot of leisure time.

As we chatted, we ended up discussing the animal kingdom.

Fan Wanli didn't reply, his face so dark it seemed like it was about to drip water. Humans truly deserve to be called the most intelligent of all beings, the masters of the earth. The look in his eyes and the aura he exuded at that moment were far more intimidating than the limp lions and tigers in the neighboring zoo.

Fu Zili ignored it, raised his hand, and patted the agreement on the table.

"Chairman Fan, I think the secret to success is simply going with the flow."

The way people handle things is definitely different at thirty and fifty.

At thirty, a young man in his prime, full of vigor and ambition, believes that a true man should not be subservient to others, and that one's very being is of utmost importance.

But at fifty or sixty years old, how could they still have the fierce spirit to risk everything and pull the emperor off his horse?

"I need time to think about it."

A delaying tactic.

feigning compliance?

Fu Zili smiled faintly and surprisingly nodded, "Okay."

His swiftness surprised even Fan Wanli.

"However, Mr. Fan, I must remind you, as soon as possible, your time is running out."

Fan Wanli frowned, sensing that there was something more to the other person's words.

"Just because Chairman Fan is a man of great integrity doesn't mean that others will be equally loyal to him."

Fu Zili picked up the agreement and put it back into his briefcase, seemingly never intending to sign it tonight. Then he looked up and met the gaze of this influential figure, his eyes untainted, revealing pure sincerity.

"From my personal perspective, I still hope that Chairman Fan can have a peaceful end. After all, even if he goes to prison, at least his soul is free, and the little guy can still call him grandpa when he returns to China."

After saying that, Fu Zili picked up his briefcase and tucked it under his arm.

"Chairman Fan, I apologize for bothering you."

"stop."

Fu Zili, who had gotten up, stopped.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to win hearts and minds.

He had succeeded in getting the other party to keep him there; his trip tonight was a success.

Did Jiang Chen really only ask him to sign an agreement?

No.

It's more like a test.

You can't do a delicate job without the right tools.

Some things cannot be forced.

Forcing yourself to lift a barbell beyond your limits will only result in you being overwhelmed and crushed to death by the weight.

"Are you really that confident?"

The other party could have used the safety of his family to force him to make a decision that night, and he seemed to have no choice. But the other party didn't do that.

They generously gave him time.

"If Chairman Fan really watched One Piece, he would know that some pirates like to bully the weak, while others, despite being full of martial virtue, always choose to persuade others with reason. The man who is likely to become the Pirate King is definitely the latter."

Very witty and humorous.

However, Fan Wanli couldn't laugh.

This posture was too strenuous. Fu Zili, whose buttocks were suspended in the air, finally straightened up. It was definitely not a case of playing hard to get.

"Chairman Fan, take care."

He picked up his briefcase, but just before turning around, he didn't make a phone call gesture.

Take care of yourself?

"squeak."

Fu Zili stepped out of the partition door, leaving Fan Wanli alone in the backyard.

"call--"

Stepping out of the villa, Fu Zili raised his hand and tugged at his collar, looking somewhat like a student who had just finished the college entrance examination and was walking out of the examination hall, relieved of a great burden.

Before coming here, it would be impossible not to be nervous, but if you want to be ambitious and climb higher, you have to step out of your comfort zone.

To become stronger, you must engage in dialogue with the strong.

He quickly recalled all his performances from tonight, not missing a single word. He didn't say it was perfect, but Fu Zili gave himself a rating of fulfilling his mission. Even if he didn't achieve top honors, he could at least say he performed exceptionally well.

He tried his best.

Bathed in the cold moonlight, he lifted his foot, clutching the gifts he had brought in and out, thinking of taking out his phone to report the situation to his "captain," when he heard a shout from behind.

"Mr. Fu, wait a moment."

Fu Zili turned around.

She is a nanny.

The nanny chased after them.

Fu Zili stopped. "Is there something you need?"

The nanny looked strange, seemingly surprised. "Chairman Fan said that Mr. Fu forgot to leave something behind."

Fu Zili looked puzzled and unconsciously asked, "What is it?"

"A gift brought by Mr. Fu."

No wonder she had that expression.

What kind of host would ask a guest for a gift?

Moreover, her boss is a well-known tycoon and entrepreneur in Shacheng.

Fu Zili was slightly taken aback, then smiled as if he had just realized something and said, "Sorry, I forgot."

He took the briefcase from under his arm and handed it over, saying, "Here you go."

The nanny took it.

"Take care, Mr. Fu."

Fu Zili nodded, glanced at the villa, showed no reluctance, and turned to leave.

"He still accepted the agreement."

As he walked toward the exit, Fu Zili made a phone call.

"how do you feel?"

This captain is unusual; he doesn't care about the outcome of the battle, but rather prioritizes Fu Zili's experience tonight.

"My clothes were all soaked, and I almost gave myself away. Luckily, I had a cigarette and managed to keep it a secret. You wouldn't believe it, when I lit my cigarette, I almost dropped it on the floor."

"Really? Didn't you say you'd wanted to go there for a long time?"

"You actually believed my bragging? I'm not you. That's Fan Wanli, the idol of the underworld in Shacheng. In Shacheng, for someone like us, reaching his level is the pinnacle. All the big shots I used to follow treated him like a god..."

"Then wouldn't you be on a meteoric rise to the top tonight?"

A different voice coming from the other end of the phone interrupted Fu Zili's words.

He certainly knew who it was.

The girl he once had a crush on.

He deliberately moved his phone away and glanced at the time.

It's past 9 PM.

However, since they live across the hall from each other, it's quite normal for them to be together at this hour.

He put the phone back to his ear.

"Princess Qing, I really wish I could rise to the top in one step, but I'm not capable enough. I don't even dare to ask for a cup of water."

They must have put it on speakerphone over there.

Also.

There's no need for any secrets between Fang Qing and me.

Fang Qing interrupted briefly and then fell silent. A certain man, whom her childhood friend considered a contender for One Piece, then took over the conversation.

"To emerge unharmed means you have transcended yourself, completed a baptism, and undergone a transformation."

Fu Zili also heard Fang Qing's laughter at the same time, and he unconsciously grinned as well. The same expression and action, but the feeling was completely different from when he was in the villa.

"I feel the same way. They've definitely broken through to the Qi Refining stage this time."

"At least it's Core Formation stage."

Laughter filled both ends of the phone call.

"You've worked hard, go back and get some rest."

That's a long story in short terms; it seems like we didn't talk about anything at all.

Fu Zili put down his phone, exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at the gate not far away, and strode forward.

Third Construction Company Compound.

The phone screen is off.

"So this is what it means for an immortal to stroke my head and grant me eternal life!"

Qinggege muttered in a rhythmic tone. She must have just finished showering not long ago, as her hair was still wet, causing her long, straight black hair to become frizzy. She had obviously taken some time to visit.

"Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"No hurries."

"I'm not in a hurry. I'm just worried that Uncle Fang will come over later and hit you with his slippers."

"If anyone's going to get hit, it'll be you."

Fang Qing didn't take it seriously, fiddling with her hair, the scent of shampoo wafting into someone's nose.

Will Fan Wanli give in?

“This is not called yielding; it is clearly a business transaction, a legitimate and reasonable one.”

He hadn't forgotten that the other person was a legal professional.

"One penny? Is that reasonable and legal?"

Is that legal?

Fang Qing was speechless.

"In business, the amount of money doesn't matter, as long as both parties are willing. It's just like dating."

"What if he resolutely refuses?"

Fang Qing tilted her head and asked, her damp black hair tangled around her fingers.

"If they don't want to, they don't have to. It's a society governed by law. How can you force someone into marriage?"

Fang Qing glared at him, about to speak, when "creak," the front door of her own house across the street opened.

The two of them were still aware of their situation.

The door was not closed.

Fang Weiguo stood at his own door, not saying a word, just silently watching the two of them.

Being a parent is really too difficult.

It's not traditional feudalism, or any curfew or family rules; it's just that we were caught red-handed not long ago, so we have to put on a show, right?
Fang Qing obediently got up.

Sweet dreams, my fairy.

wrong.

In the local dialect of Shacheng, the word "仙人" (xianren) has an ambiguous connotation of being an insult.

It should be called One Piece. (End of Chapter)