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Chapter 128 The Debts Left by Father?

It is bright.

Sitting on the deck chair on the terrace, looking at the azure sky, Wu Yun even felt a sense of unreality.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

It's Mink Whitey, holding a shovel and cleaning the slippery green moss on the terrace!
"Ouch!"

It was Diao Heihei and Diao Wanwan cleaning the mud off the paving stones in the yard downstairs.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

It was Diao Fangfang and Diao Yuanyuan who dug out the saplings that had died from waterlogging from the flower bed, preparing to plant new ones in.

The dozen or so minks were all happily busy helping the owner tidy up the yard.

Wu Yun sat on the terrace and could vaguely see his neighbors in the distance, each busy repairing their long-abandoned courtyards.

He was about to get up and do something when he suddenly received a call from Wang Yaozu.

So he sat down and listened.

"My investment in a raincoat factory has lost money again!"

"Damn, business is really tough these days."

"But I think investing in real businesses is the right thing to do!"

"Look, the prices of rice, flour, cooking oil, meat, eggs, and milk are all rising, as are steel, soybeans, and precious metals... everything is getting more and more expensive, and money is becoming less and less valuable."

"For people like us, turning the numbers in our bank accounts into real factories and production lines is the real deal..."

As Wu Yun listened, he pondered the words and realized that they made a lot of sense.

What's the use of money?

Enough is enough, isn't it?

Extra money sitting in a bank account is just a string of useless numbers; it's better to take it out and do something worthwhile.

Just as I was pondering this, I heard Wang Yaozu's excited voice.

"I've made up my mind. I'll invest another sum of money to transform my raincoat factory into a windbreaker factory."

"I target the general public and make affordable, practical, and waterproof low-end windbreakers!"
"But I can't squeeze much money out of my dad anymore. Do you want to invest some?"

Wu Yun was speechless for a long time.

"This...this...um...I don't know much about raincoats, and I don't know much about windbreakers either."

"Why don't you ask someone else first?"

I hung up on Wang Yaozu.

Then I received another call from He Lanqi.

"President, the prices of rice, flour, and cooking oil have been rising recently, a little bit every day, and now they've increased by thirty percent."

"Many experts have analyzed that currency will depreciate more and more in the future."

"And supplies will become increasingly scarce."

"Everyone is thinking about making some investments in real industries."

"Shall we get some too?"

Wu Yun frowned.

"Investing in real industries is not a bad thing."

"But the key question is, our funds might not be enough, right?"

On the other end of the phone, He Lanqi's affirmative voice came through.

"We can only invest in small factories and small companies now."

“Now, the entry fee for large food processing plants and garment factories is in the tens of millions.”

Wu Yun fell silent.

Wu's father left him with a small goal: 70 million yuan.

These 70 million are basically useless sitting in the bank.

But if you're talking about making some decent investments, it doesn't seem like enough.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Yun thought about it for a while and decided to go to the foundation as soon as possible to discuss the matter seriously with He Lanqi and the others.

At that moment...

jingle……

The doorbell rings.

The busy mink blackie, mink lanky, mink square, and mink round immediately stacked themselves into four mink arhats, making up enough height, with mink round at the top perched on the cat's eye to look outside.

But outside stood two middle-aged men in suits, with slicked-back hair and a smug look on their faces.

"Alright, everyone, take a rest. I'll entertain the guests."

Wu Yun landed softly in the courtyard.

The other minks scattered instantly, disappearing into various parts of the house with a "whoosh."

The rotating secretary, Diao Sanjiao, rushed out of the living room, jumped onto the boss's shoulder, and wagged her tail, ready to help the boss save face.

"Ouch!"

In the TV dramas they watch, many young nobles and princes like to wear a mink coat around their necks as an adornment.

The mink learned it in no time; it's so easy!

creak...

The courtyard gate opened. The two middle-aged men outside were stunned for a moment when they saw Wu Yun inside and the round, fluffy long pillow wrapped around his neck.

Seeing that the "pillow" could even move its eyes was even more surprising.

Even though the two were very knowledgeable, it took them a moment to realize that the thing was alive... only it was so fat that it had no neck.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello, hello, is this Mr. Wu Tianqing's home?"

"Yes, my father has passed away."

“I am his son, Wu Yun.”

"May I ask who you two are?"

Two middle-aged men bowed slightly.

"We are lawyers from Beijing Guanghui Law Firm."

“There is a debt that Mr. Wu incurred before his death, and I’m afraid it will require your help to handle.”

debt?

Wu Yun frowned slightly.

I've never heard the old man mention this before.

He made an inviting gesture.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

……

Huff...woo...

The rain in Beijing had stopped, but sandstorms were blowing in from the northwest, and the sky outside the window was slightly yellowish, which still made people feel uncomfortable.

bang.

Song Xiaowei walked out of the door and returned to his office.

He just went to Xiantao Garden.

Sitting behind his desk, he laid out the eleven peaches he had brought back that day.

"Grass!

"Life is getting harder and harder..."

The requirements of the Immortal Peach Garden became increasingly strict for him. The spiritual energy offered could not be less, and the number of times his cultivation level increased in the human world could not be less, but only more.

"Eat one of today's peaches yourself."

"Give a large client a copy of Fang Wan Juan."

"One crocodile."

"Little Lü, one."

"One small square..."

He picked up a peach and started crunching on it while counting the peaches.

When I counted them all, I found that there was only one left, so I put it in my pocket.

"Being a director is exhausting, and that's about all the good things..."

Even so, they still have to live in constant fear, afraid that if they don't meet their targets, their quota will be cut again!
Just as Song Xiaowei was about to sigh, he heard a knock on the door.

After agreeing, the person who entered was none other than Fang Qi, the little genius from the Spirit Investment Office who could increase his cultivation by nine years every day.

Fang Qi looked away from the peach on the table, sat down at the desk, leaned forward, and grinned.

"Director, a group of spiritual energy suppliers have set up a meeting and would like to invite you to come and talk business with them."

After eating the peach, Song Xiaowei sucked the peach juice off his fingers and threw the peach pit into the trash can.

"A spiritual energy supplier?"

"Who are they?"

Fang Qi shook her head.

"I don't know the specifics either."

"But they do possess spiritual energy."

Song Xiaowei frowned.

"Can't we let the recycling department handle the negotiation?"

"They absolutely must meet the big boss."

"Never mind then, I won't see you."