Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 138 See you next week

"Holy crap! Attorney Guo went to see Song Xianxian!"

"Will it be in time? Wasn't the court hearing about to start soon?"

"Song Xianxian only cursed Ning Bishu a couple of times online, why should she be arrested for saying a few words?"

"That damn XXN is always accusing others of rape, and now he's got the talent of a feminist, always wanting to fight. His skills don't consume mana and have no cooldown, so he's just wasting his power, right?"

"Men really go astray."

"Brother Bishu, I can do it too. Don't you think I'm prettier than Taotao?"

"I just want to know, can the rich really disregard the law? For something as trivial as this, are they really going to openly use money to manipulate public power?"

"This is absolutely rotten!!"

"Stop talking, Ning Bishu's video is fucking..."

"Although I was also caught up in XX Media's scheme, why did I suddenly get so fired up at the end?"

"Me too. Even though I was verbally abused by Ning Bishu and disgusted by XXN, I was still incredibly excited when I saw the end credits. Do you guys think I have Stockholm syndrome?"

"Upstairs, you need to believe in yourself. You're not sick. You're just being a complete jerk."

……

Ning Bishu's video was shared over 10,000 times in less than 20 minutes. Song Xianxian's tearful plea for justice was also shared at least four or five thousand times.

That night, calls quickly flooded the XX hotline in X state, denouncing wealthy locals for harming the people. Numerous tutorial videos teaching people how to report crimes were also unearthed from the trash heap.

Countless people went to the official website to report the inaction of certain departments in X state.

Di Guofeng watched quietly, without saying a word.

He simply called Ning Bishu and praised him, saying, "Little Ning, not bad, keep it up tomorrow."

Ning Bishu said, "I have something to do in Beijing tomorrow."

"..." Di Guofeng was silent for two seconds, but still said firmly, "Think of a way to overcome this."

"it is good."

He hung up the phone indifferently. What could he do? It was his own fault for coming up with this terrible idea in the first place…

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Mu Shanming turned over and hugged Ning Bishu's waist. "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No need, it's too much trouble for you to come back and forth, and you have to appear in court on Monday morning."

Ning Bishu said, then opened Weibo and took a look.

The comments section has exploded.

In just over half an hour, there were already more than 6000 comments under that video.

The number of fans has also increased to 211 million.

The number of followers on Douyin account quickly surpassed 30 and continues to rise.

"Your video has made it into the top ten trending topics."

Mu Shanming sat up and rested his head on Ning Bishu's shoulder.

Ning Bishu looked at the Weibo comment section, where netizens were hurling insults at each other in a heated uproar, and said calmly, "It's all thanks to the leaders."

Mu Shanming said, "You're pretty impressive too. This video is so cheesy, even those of us who aren't hooked want to punch you..."

"Weren't you holding on tight?" Ning Bishu turned and smiled.

Mu Shanming rolled his eyes, reached under the covers, and squeezed hard.

“Hiss~~” Ning Bishu said, “Clearly, I’m out of stock.”

"Go to hell! It's all because you misused it!"

"Have a conscience, okay? You've been the only one I've had these past two days..."

Mu Shanming took off his glasses, lay down, and fell asleep.

Ning Bishu smiled and thought about whether there was anything he hadn't done before going to bed. After thinking about it, he sent a message to Zhang Long.

"Brother Long, tell my mom tomorrow that my dad has been transferred to a new nursing home. There are still some procedures to be completed at the old nursing home, so please go with my mom to take care of them tomorrow."

Then he sent Zhang Long 20000 yuan.

"This is the salary for the two nannies this month. Any extra will be your bonus."

"Thank you, boss!" Zhang Long replied instantly after receiving the money.

Ning Bishu smiled faintly and sent another message to Zhao Hu: "Hu, meet at 9 a.m. tomorrow at the XX Hotel."

Half a minute later, Zhao Hu replied, "Okay."

Ning Bishu turned off his phone screen, plugged in the charging cable, and lay down.

As soon as he lay down, Mu Shanming immediately clung to him.

The two held each other quietly, and soon fell asleep.

……

The following Sunday morning, after getting up, Ning Bishu forced himself to post a random Weibo message: "Going on a business trip today to negotiate a deal worth several hundred million. My first acquisition negotiation ever, looking forward to it. Thanks to all my A-share friends for your support."

After posting it, the usual comment that followed was: "Fuck you!"

Then this "grass mud horse" was enthusiastically praised by netizens, receiving a barrage of likes. By the time Ning Bishu finished breakfast, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and got into a taxi with Zhao Hu, the number of likes had already exceeded ten thousand.

Holding his phone, Zhao Hu objectively described, "Boss, it's only a little past nine o'clock, and there are already over ten thousand people online cursing him."

Ning Bishu turned to look at this seemingly honest-looking fellow and laughed, "So what do you think?"

Zhao Hu chuckled and pretended to be stupid.

Ning Bishu rubbed his head, knowing perfectly well that he was still weak.

There are no industries, only cash.

Although it wasn't an empty shell, it was a commander without troops.

The problem is he doesn't know what to do.

Moreover, I've spent a lot of time and energy just dealing with household chores these past few days.

There was simply no time to think about these things. In addition, he had to cooperate with Di Guofeng in setting up the scheme, so he had even less interest in paying attention to external information.

In the days since he earned 200 million, he seems to have been busy with other people.

He navigates between his parents, women, and his underlying ambitions.

And now, I have to travel all the way to Beijing to meet someone I don't even know.

If it weren't for saving Mu Shanming's face, Ning Bishu really wouldn't have bothered to see Zhang Junjun. As for the shares in Qianming Consulting, he was mentally prepared from the beginning that Lü Xueqian would definitely renege on the deal.

If we can take it, we will; if we can't, we'll just consider it bad luck for ourselves and Mu Shanming.

……

With a jumble of thoughts in his mind, Ning Bishu arrived at the airport a little after 10 a.m. He then received a pointless phone call from Bi Guifen, who was making a fuss about why Ning Guoqiang was being sent to the Snow Mountain Sanatorium. Around 11:20 a.m., he boarded a flight to the capital.

At 33, this was my first time on an airplane in two lifetimes...

A little after 4 p.m., Ning Bishu arrived at a teahouse that he had arranged to meet with Zhang Junjun over the phone.

The teahouse is located in a hutong (alleyway).

The entrance is very simple.

Once inside, it turned out to be a completely different world.

The decoration was quite elegant. The owner boasted and pointed to a stone sculpture in the pond in the yard, saying, "Fifty million. I bought it from a celebrity. He bought it for two hundred million. That's exactly your net worth."

Ning Bishu glanced at his boss indifferently and smiled, "I think that celebrity is an idiot."

The boss laughed and said, "I think so too."

Ning Bishu added, "If you really did buy this thing for fifty million, you wouldn't be very smart."

"Damn, bro, are you Southerners really this blunt?"

"Boss, stop bragging. I'd even think 5,000 yuan is too much for this thing, let alone 50 million. If I had one like this at home, I'd pay 50 yuan more to hire a worker to move it for me. It's just taking up space."

"Dude, with your skills, no one can fool you when you're out in the world. It's just that you're easy to get beaten up."

Ning Bishu turned to look at Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu said, "Boss, the martial world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions."

The teahouse owner immediately burst into laughter.

Ning Bishu chatted with him for a couple of minutes before going inside and sitting down.

I waited for Zhang Junjun for about 40 minutes.

It was nearly 5 o'clock when Zhang Junjun arrived, clearly and deliberately late.

He also brought a middle-aged woman with him.

"You must be Mu Shanming's boyfriend? My name is Hou Yonghong, and I'm Mr. Zhang's wife."

"Hello, Mrs. Hou."

“Call me sister, I’m more than ten years older than you.” Zhang Junjun didn’t speak, but Hou Yonghong took the initiative. She poured a cup of tea and said slowly, “Mu Shanming is a year younger than you. You’re 33 this year, right?”

Ning Bishu nodded.

Hou Yonghong said, "My boss, Mr. Zhang, is the same; he's a year older than me. I think that's for the best. People of the same age are easier to get along with, and they'll die around the same time. So that when one of them passes away, the other has to wait half a lifetime."

Ning Bishu smiled, looked up at Zhang Junjun who was silent, and said, "Sister, don't worry, Mingming and I will definitely grow old together. I hope you and President Zhang can also always be loving and affectionate."

Hou Yonghong smiled and said, "You've got a silver tongue. Last night, my husband Zhang spent the whole night scrolling through your Weibo account. He was heartbroken."

Ning Bishu said, "For a big shot like President Zhang, is there anything heartbreaking to be had?"

"Enough." Zhang Junjun suddenly spoke, staring at Ning Bishu, feigning a menacing air. Little did he know that Ning Bishu's least important asset right now was his life. Reborn individuals don't subscribe to materialism!
“Ning Bishu, you have a girlfriend in Jinling, what’s going on? How can you do this to Shanming?” Zhang Junjun asked in a deep voice, his eyes full of condemnation.

Ning Bishu replied calmly, "How could I apologize? What did she want? She just wanted a better life, nothing more. She knew about Tao Tao and me from the beginning, but she still stayed with me."

“Mr. Zhang, sometimes it’s not that we young people are open-minded, but it’s true that those with strong execution skills enjoy the world first. You are a gentleman, showing mercy to Mingming in your heart and in your actions.”

“I’m different from you. If I want something, I’ll find a way to get it right away. Of course, I wasn’t like this before. I’ve only recently figured it out and only recently gained this ability.”

"But as it turns out, I was right. Getting on the train first and buying the ticket later is perfectly reasonable."

Zhang Junjun's eyes widened in surprise.

He was clearly listening to Ning Bishu boast.

The girl he used to be reluctant to even touch, this man can now easily...

“Mr. Zhang, I’m not here today to talk to you about Mingming. Mingming is my woman now, so there’s nothing to talk about.” Ning Bishu suddenly changed the subject. “If you’re interested, or if you still have some feelings for Mingming, why don’t we talk about the shares in Qianming Consulting? I promised Mingming that once the shares are acquired, she will get 25% and I will get 5%.”

"From now on, Qianming Consulting's equity structure will remain the same, only the person in charge will change. Lü Xueqian will leave, and I will join. Mingming and I will run a business together as husband and wife, and I'll work for you. What do you think?"

Zhang Junjun glared angrily at Ning Bishu and retorted, "Do you think you have that ability?"

"We can wait and see," Ning Bishu said with a smile.

Hou Yonghong suddenly asked, "How long do we have to wait?"

Ning Bishu thought for a moment and said, "About a week. Aren't you following my Weibo? Let's see the results in a week."

Hou Yonghong looked at Zhang Junjun.

Zhang Junjun, despite his advanced age, still retained the air of a spoiled scholar, remaining silent.

Hou Yonghong smiled slightly and said to Ning Bishu, "Okay, then it'll be one week."

"See you in a week, Sister Hou."

Ning Bishu extended his right hand to Hou Yonghong.

"If the outcome is not good, then there's no need to meet again."

Hou Yonghong didn't shake hands, and stood up calmly.

Leaving Ning Bishu and Zhao Hu behind, without even offering them a meal, he and Zhang Junjun left directly.

Ning Bishu watched their retreating figures, and half-jokingly said with a smile:

"So impressive, they must be from the aristocracy..."

(End of this chapter)