I have ten trillion licking dog gold

old Town.

A teahouse at the corner of the city wall.

Chen Tai sat alone in the private room, silently drinking tea, his brows still unconsciously furrowed.

Teahouses are a special kind of place, unlike other business venues. They need to be far away from bustling and noisy places, the quieter the better. This teahouse, which has been in business for more than ten years, perfectly embodies this.

Even if large-scale demolitions are to be carried out within the city to cater to the development of tourism, this place, located within the inner ring of the city walls, should be the final destination.

"Dong dong dong..."

There was a knock on the door.

A few seconds later.

A middle-aged man dressed in a cotton and linen Tang suit walked in and put down the teahouse's specialty pastries he was carrying.

"Sit down, it's been a long time, let's chat."

Chen Tai spoke.

The middle-aged man, who was probably not much younger than him, was flattered and quickly sat down.

"Mr. Tai is a very busy person."

Chen Tai remained noncommittal, picked up the handmade pastry, and took a bite.

"The taste is different from before."

"Yes. The chef has changed. The previous chef had cancer and fought for more than a year, but he still couldn't be saved."

The middle-aged man, dressed in a cotton and linen Chinese style, immediately picked up the pastry again, saying, "I'll take it away."

"Alright. It's all the same food."

The middle-aged man sat down again.

Chen Tai finished the entire pastry, wiped his mouth, and asked, "Still don't want to go out?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head. "If I were to leave, I would have gone with President Tai back then. Although Shacheng is small, I've gotten used to staying here and don't want to move. Besides, what would happen to this place if I left? This teahouse was able to open because of President Tai. Now that I'm getting old, I don't want to bother with it anymore. I'll stay here as long as I can."

Obvious.

He must be the owner of this teahouse.

"You're good at everything, except you have no ambition."

Chen Tai's evaluation.

“Mr. Tai, it’s not that I’m without ambition, it’s that I’m self-aware. Without your help, I’m nothing. I’m content. Why would I want to go out and drag you down?”

Chen Tai didn't say anything more, but simply said softly, "I didn't expect such a small place as Shacheng to have such great magic."

"Every place has its own people. Tai is a man who does great things. For ordinary people like us, living a peaceful life in Shacheng is enough."

The boss made tea for him.

Chen Tai picked up his teacup.

"Mr. Tai, I won't bother you any longer."

Chen Tai nodded.

The teahouse owner, whom I've known for over ten years, got up and left. Just as he closed the front door, the figure visible through the side door stirred.

That's right.

This private room has two doors.

"Squeak."

The sliding door opened.

The sound of light footsteps was heard.

A woman wearing glasses walked around the screen and entered.

"This is what happens when you leave him in Sand City."

Chen Tai sipped his tea.

"Did you come back specifically to interrogate me?"

"He was just taken away by the inspection team. I've said it before, given his personality, if he stayed in Shacheng, this day would come sooner or later."

Chen Tai raised his head.

The woman stood by the tea table, looking down at him, and said, "He has this temperament because of you; he inherited your genes from your father."

"because I?"

Chen Tai said with a stern face, "I have always demanded that he be disciplined strictly and that he not stay in Shacheng. Who is obstructing this? Yes, you feel lonely and want him to stay with you. Then you should discipline him properly instead of indulging him.

“It’s not that I want him to stay. Chen Tai, you need to understand, it’s that he doesn’t want to go with you.”

"He doesn't want to come with me? Why doesn't he want to? Isn't it because of you here..."

In the end, Chen Tai realized he was getting too excited, so he forced himself to stop, adjust his breathing, and regulate his emotions.

"Men, don't they always like to shirk responsibility? I didn't expect that even at your age, you haven't changed much. Your blood flows in his veins; think about what you did back then. Who did Shaohua learn that from?"

"Even now, you're still helping him make excuses. Do you even realize how dire the situation is?!"

The woman, who was probably older than Chen Tai, sat down and said, "What does this have to do with you? You don't need to pretend to be so kind."

"Nothing to do with me? That's my own son!"

Ignoring the man's anger, the woman must have sensed the tense atmosphere and said slowly, "I persuaded him to leave."

"When? A few days ago? He's lived in your pampering for decades, he's taken it all for granted. Your indulgence has become the oxygen he needs to breathe. What happens when a person is deprived of oxygen? They die!"

“Chen Tai, you have no right to blame me. You have never fulfilled your responsibilities as a father.”

Chen Tai's emotions surged again. He clenched his hands and stared intently at the other person, who appeared righteous and nonchalant.

“I haven’t fulfilled my duties as a father. Yes, I haven’t. But why? Why? It’s because you never gave me the chance! If it weren’t for you, Shaohua wouldn’t be like this now!”

The woman, who was usually unfazed by praise or criticism, finally lost her temper under Chen Tai's repeated attacks, and a sharp, cold sneer escaped her lips.

"You'd better know who you are. What right do you have to yell at me?"

Although the woman was old and needed to wear reading glasses, her eyes were still deadly and intimidating, which calmed Chen Tai down from the brink of agitation.

He picked up his teacup and took a big gulp.

"What should we do now."

Yes.

Arguing and bickering will not get you anywhere.

It will only cause pain to loved ones and joy to enemies.

The most urgent task is to solve the problem.

"Wait."

"wait?"

Chen Tai frowned deeply again, unable to control himself.

The other party remained calm, saying, "In a society governed by the rule of law, everything must be based on evidence. Shaohua has not committed a crime. He is innocent."

"The inspection team is already watching you, and you're still deceiving yourself. Fan Wanli jumped off a building right in front of him, and you say it has nothing to do with him? Who would believe that?!"

With a loud bang, the teacup was slammed onto the tea table. Chen Tai said viciously, "Are you crazy, or is he crazy? Do you really think you're a god who can do whatever you want? Fan Wanli is a star entrepreneur in Shacheng, and Greenland is a leading enterprise in Shacheng, not some nobody. To let him die so tragically, with such a sensation, you guys are simply..."

The woman remained unmoved, sitting upright and dignified. "He knows too much."

Chen Tai took a deep breath.

"Alright. Even if Fan Wanli is doomed, what's your next move?"

"Don't tell me you haven't considered anything."

“I said, Shaohua is innocent, he did not commit a crime.”

"Innocent? Before, if you said he was innocent, he truly was innocent. But things are different now. Do you think you still have the final say here? You and Shaohua should wake up!"

Chen Tai, panting heavily, said, "Can't you see it by now? Who is the inspection team targeting? They arrested the senior executives of Greenland Group, but then they haven't done anything. Why do you think that is?" "They were waiting! Waiting for you to make a mistake! They were trying to lure you out! But one of you was blinded by power, and the other was blinded by pampering. You both turned a blind eye and foolishly walked into the trap!"

The woman, who had probably never been scolded like this before, remained expressionless, reached out, and poured herself a cup of tea.

"What news did you find out in Jiangcheng?"

"If you can't even hear a whisper of it, what can I possibly find out?"

Anger as it may be, we are, after all, family.

Chen Tai's eyes flickered violently. "The officialdom is more realistic than any other circle. The wind is so clear now. You can't count on anyone. You'll be lucky if they don't kick you when you're down."

"It's not your turn to teach me how to do things."

The woman is drinking tea.

It must be admitted that after decades of ups and downs in officialdom, this composure, or rather, emotional control, is truly extraordinary.

"Yes. I'm not qualified to teach you how to do things. I wasn't before, and I'm not now. So you teach me what to do next? What should I do, and what can I do?"

"What can a businessman like you do?"

The woman's lips curled slightly as she took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Go, go as far away as possible, and never come back."

Chen Tai frowned and stared at the other person silently.

"You haven't fulfilled your responsibilities as a father all these years, so why bother putting on this act now? It's pointless. Let's go quickly, lest we can't leave even if we want to later."

"Do you have any idea?"

Chen Tai still harbored expectations of the other party. Admiring strength isn't just a woman's nature; men do too. Everything he has today was also given to him by the other party, so no matter the situation, he always subconsciously felt that the other party could conjure up miracles from nothing.

"You're right. Shaohua's personality is mostly my fault. So I will take responsibility."

The woman put down her teacup.

Knowing she was leaving, Chen Tai didn't try to stop her; their meetings were always so rushed and brief.

Just this time.

It seems quite different from before.

After getting up, the woman paused, turned her head, looked at Chen Tai's face, which didn't look that old, and smiled inexplicably.

"Men are better; they get younger as they age."

In an instant, old memories surged, and Chen Tai recalled his true youth.

At that time, Shacheng was known as a bandit city. Although various industries were competing fiercely, the public security environment was a complete mess. Of course, this was the case throughout the country at that time.

Back then, Fan Wanli was probably still selling fish at the market. He wasn't some kind of boss, but just a lowly henchman at a casino. Apart from having some strength and a decent-looking face, he was good for nothing.

"Red Glow..."

As his anger subsided, he involuntarily shouted something, his expression complex.

The woman had already turned around without looking back, entered through the side door, and left through the side door.

"Let's go. Let's live a good life."

Chen Tai vaguely recalled that unremarkable young female clerk. As a public official, she actually came to their casino to gamble. Of course, he only noticed her after she had been there many times and gradually became familiar with her.

He asked her why she came here, and her answer was very straightforward.

Because the money earned from working for the government isn't enough to cover expenses.

people.

Regardless of gender.

The desire for money is innate.

In that era, many public officials did indeed leave government service to start businesses and became among the first to get rich.

Out of consideration for the fact that the other party was a girl, Chen Tai, who was just a small fry back then, went against his position of looking after people and disregarded the interests of the casino, and secretly advised her that gambling was a scam and that nine out of ten gamblers would lose.

Look.

Apart from the supermale bad species written in the gene sequence, good and evil actually have an evolutionary process.

But the other party was quite generous. Perhaps because he still had some "conscience" left, and because he had won money that day, he actually gave him ten yuan. He still remembers the response he received to this day.

"Gambling, like being an official, is all about accepting the consequences of your actions."

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"Tsk, tsk."

Fu Zili did indeed receive a package containing the body of a dead person.

The contents did not disappoint.

He was a man who had struggled in the sludge and sewage, but when he saw the things that Fan Wanli had painstakingly collected, he still felt... his eyes were opened.

"No wonder a former township official said that the things he experienced were so many that they couldn't be written into a novel. If he had a dream at night, as long as it wasn't too outrageous, he could make it come true the next day if he wanted to."

Looking at these documents, archives, audio and video materials, Fu Zili truly felt that his previous level was too low, and his vision and perspective were too narrow.

"As expected, no merchant is without guile. They secretly collected so many things. Fan Wanli sent them all to us; he probably didn't have good intentions either."

Water can carry a boat and it can overturn it.

These materials are indeed solid whistleblower evidence, but if you lack the ability to back them up, they might just become your own funeral offering.

In any case, if it were just for him to receive it, there is no doubt that Fu Zili would never take it out. Even if he didn't burn it on the spot, he would find a safe to seal it permanently.

He didn't dare to look at it alone without seeing him, and only opened it after dragging Jiang Chen over.

Compared to Fu Zili, Boss Jiang was naturally much calmer, reviewing each behind-the-scenes transaction without the slightest fluctuation.

"Would you dare live in this house?"

He tossed a property transfer agreement to Fu Zili.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm not afraid of dead people."

Fu Zili, undeterred, picked up the property rights agreement.

That's right.

It was the villa that Fan Wanli owned in Guandi. In addition to the company shares, he also transferred this property to Fu Zili's name.

of course.

The equity cost a penny, but the villa, a symbol of status and prestige, was given away for free.

just like.

He chose Fu Zili as his successor.

There was no better option.

His relatives and descendants are all abroad, and they will certainly never return.

"Before moving in, remember to ask a Taoist priest to clean the house."

Fu Zili chuckled, “Every wrong has its source, every debt its debtor. Even if Fan Wanli is truly a persistent ghost, I can just have another chat with him.”

Some people have no reverence for things like ghosts.

Fu Zili clearly belongs to this type.

Would someone who made their way up through fighting and killing be afraid of ghosts?
Ghosts are the ones who would be afraid of him.

"Boom."

In the midst of the joke, another document was tossed over; it was thin and open.

Fu Zili picked it up subconsciously and looked down.

"despair!"

He, who was not afraid of ghosts, suddenly widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, and immediately threw the document away as if it were burning hot.

"Take some time to burn some paper money for them as a return gift."

Jiang Chen turned and left. (End of Chapter)