Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 121 Money is my true essence

Genting Hotel is some distance from downtown X state.

Ning Bishu and Zhao Hu took a taxi there, and the journey was smooth, taking almost half an hour.

At 2:30 p.m., the car made a sharp turn around a residential area and then drove onto a quiet, wide road with few other cars on it. Finally, it stopped in front of an empty hotel.

The hotel doorman immediately stepped forward and opened the car door for Ning Bishu.

Ning Bishu calmly got out of the back seat and started paying on his phone.

Zhao Hu nimbly opened the passenger door and got out of the car. His burly frame quickly walked to Ning Bishu's side, then surprisingly pulled an umbrella from his pocket and abruptly opened it to shield Ning Bishu from the sun. Ning Bishu, having paid the fare, turned around and saw Zhao Hu's actions, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, Hu, you're so flashy! Did you do this when you were with my third uncle?"

Zhao Hu laughed and said, "It depends on the weather and time. Since you often go out on sunny evenings, you basically don't need it."

"Oh, then it seems to be my fault..." Ning Bishu smiled faintly and walked forward.

Zhao Hu followed closely behind.

After walking less than ten meters, I reached the large eaves in front of the hotel and put my umbrella away again.

Under the bewildered gaze of the hotel doorman, the two walked through the hotel entrance.

The hotel lobby was quiet and empty in the afternoon.

In the large lobby, only a female manager in uniform stood.

Ning Bishu didn't remember what the room name Ning Guorong had sent him was, and he was too lazy to check his phone again. He calmly walked straight to the manager and casually mentioned Ning Guorong's name.

Surprisingly, the manager immediately and accurately identified the room. Ning Bishu, finding her quite attractive, couldn't help but add, "It's quite quiet here today. Are there no guests at this hour?"

The female manager sighed, "It's not that we don't have customers at this time; we only have a few tables a day now. The economy isn't good, government agencies are strict, and bosses are reluctant to spend money."

Ning Bishu slapped his forehead and blurted out, "The club business is doing alright."

“That’s different. That’s a man’s basic need! Eating at a hotel isn’t a basic need.” The female manager smiled and led Ning Bishu and Zhao Hu to the elevator, pressing the open button for him. “Turn left on the third floor, then turn right and keep going straight.”

"Okay, thank you." Ning Bishu nodded and stepped into the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Zhao Hu immediately asked Ning Bishu, "President Ning, how am I supposed to explain this to your third uncle later?"

"To be honest," Ning Bishu replied calmly.

A few seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and two people stepped out. The third floor remained completely silent. Then, turning left, they saw two waiters standing behind the counter, engrossed in their phones.

Upon seeing Ning Bishu, the two weakly greeted, "Welcome."

Ning Bishu and Zhao Hu walked straight past, then turned right and entered the corridor.

After walking a short distance, we arrived at the door of the private room.

Ning Bishu looked up and saw Ning Guorong inside, smoking and chatting with an old man.

But the old man was not Di Guofeng.

"Third Uncle, where is Captain Di?" Ning Bishu walked straight in and asked directly.

Upon hearing this, Ning Guorong suddenly looked up.

Upon seeing Ning Bishu, he immediately stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. The other old man also stood up, a warm smile on his face, and laughed loudly, "Haha! Arong, this must be Bishu, right? When he was a child, I visited him at your house once during Chinese New Year. Oh my, he's over thirty now, I really don't recognize him at all!"

Ning Bishu didn't know who this guy was either.

Ning Guorong remained seated, smiling as he introduced, "Bi Shu, this is the owner of this hotel, Uncle Jianjun!"

"No, no, no, what boss? Minor shareholder, minor shareholder!" Uncle Jianjun stepped forward and reached out his hand to Ning Bishu.

Ning Bishu shook hands with him lightly, simply smiling and saying, "Hello, boss."

"Uncle my ass, who the hell are you? You're trying to take advantage of me right away."

However, Xu Jianjun didn't dwell on it.

In society, whoever has money is the father, whether it's an uncle or a grandfather, it's not that important.

Ning Bishu exchanged perfunctory pleasantries, then bypassed Xu Jianjun and plopped down in the seat opposite Ning Guorong.

Ning Guorong then asked Zhao Hu, "Hu, where is A Long?"

“Ah Long is in Jinling,” Zhao Hu replied, standing behind Ning Bishu without sitting down.

Ning Guorong didn't understand Zhao Long's movement for a moment, and then asked in confusion, "What is he doing in Jinling? Why didn't he come back with you?"

“They’re doing me a favor,” Ning Bishu stated bluntly. “Third Uncle, Ah Long and Ah Hu will be working for me from now on. My Tao Tao has some things to take care of in Jinling, so I’ve asked Ah Long to run errands for her there.” Ning Guorong was completely dumbfounded.

He looked at Zhao Hu in astonishment and asked, "What's going on? I asked you and Ah Long to bring him back, and you two are working for him? Did I misunderstand, or did he say something wrong?"

“Boss…” Zhao Hu smiled sheepishly, “President Ning… this President Ning, he’s quite young and has a promising future. Besides, your factory’s business isn’t doing so well right now…”

"Stop talking! Stop talking!" Ning Guorong couldn't take it anymore and immediately got angry. He waved his hands repeatedly to stop Zhao Hu from speaking, but he couldn't let his anger out. He just couldn't keep it up on his face. His brows furrowed and he said with a long face, "I've been so good to you two, and you didn't even tell me you were leaving! And this salary..."

"I'll give it to you." Ning Bishu smiled, his face calm and collected, but his words were full of arrogance.

Ning Guorong's face was so black it was almost dripping ink.

Xu Jianjun, who was standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

What's wrong with these two, uncle and nephew? How can they be so brazen about poaching someone's partner?

“Okay, fine, you and Ah Long have somewhere to go, and it saves me hundreds of thousands a year.” Ning Guorong looked at Zhao Hu with a furrowed brow, pretending to be magnanimous while deceiving himself, and lit another cigarette.

Ignoring Ning Guorong's current mood, Ning Bishu continued to ask the same question he had just asked upon entering, "Where is Captain Di?"

"He'll be a little later," Ning Guorong said casually, though it was actually true; the original date was 5:30.

Di Guofeng is currently at work doing other things and can't come at all.

Ning Bishu naturally realized this as well, and couldn't help but say to Ning Guorong, "Third Uncle, I didn't even go to see my parents before coming here. Aren't you taking up everyone's time?"

"I want to talk to you about something," Ning Guorong said.

Ning Bishu laughed and said, "What's the matter that requires us to come all the way here to talk? Can't we just say it on the phone?"

"It's hard to explain over the phone." Ning Guorong took a puff of his cigarette and looked at Ning Bishu with a complicated expression.

It had been over a month since I'd last seen Ning Bishu, and his entire demeanor seemed completely different. His executive jacket even looked surprisingly well-fitting. Anyone who didn't know better would have mistaken him for a leader from some organization.

Who would have thought that he was just a gambling addict who had just managed to get out of debt?

"How much cash do you have on you right now?" Ning Guorong was quite direct, asking Ning Bishu's net worth right away.

Ning Bishu was an upright and honest person, so there was nothing for him to hide. He picked up his phone, opened the bank's text message, counted the amount, and replied, "Seven million eight hundred and twenty thousand, six thousand five hundred and fifty-three yuan, and eighty-two cents."

Ning Guorong frowned. "I'm asking how much you made on this deal? How could it only be a little over seven million? Wasn't it over two hundred million?"

Ning Bishu immediately retorted, "Don't you already know? Why are you asking?"

"No... you have two hundred million, how come you're telling me it's only seven million?"

"Cash!" Ning Bishu said with amusement. "Didn't you ask about cash? Is this all the cash you have?"

"What about the rest?"

"It's in the stocks, I haven't taken it out!"

What did you buy this time?

"I didn't buy any. Can't I just leave them in my stock account and count them for fun?"

"Why don't you take it out?"

Why should I take it out?

"Put it in the bank! You have hundreds of millions of yuan, imagine the interest you'd earn every day!"

“Do I need that little bit of interest, Third Uncle?” Ning Bishu tilted his head, looked at Ning Guorong, and said with an extremely arrogant and fierce gaze, “What if I come back and my personal freedom is restricted, and my bank account is frozen? If I put my money in my stock account, anyone who wants to take it will have to use an extra password. Who knows my stock account password? Nobody knows.”

"Third Uncle, if I die one day, my money will die with me, and no one can touch it."

When I die, I won't leave a single penny to this world, not even to my parents, my wife, or my children. Money is my essence now; I'm just a shell. Understand?

Ning Guorong was stunned.

"Ah Hu, sit down."

Ning Bishu didn't take Ning Guorong seriously. He turned to Zhao Hu and asked him to sit down. Then he said to Xu Jianjun, "Hey boss, call a waiter over. I want to order. What's the point of just sitting here and chatting? At least bring some cold dishes!"

"Okay, okay, this meal is on me. Order whatever you want..." Xu Jianjun nodded with a wry smile.

There's really nothing to say about Ning Bishu's crazy, domineering CEO style.

(End of this chapter)