The Heiress's Game

Bai Zihang threw his phone on the table, picked up his wine glass and took a swig, his gloating expression impossible to hide.

"Hang Lung is demanding that Pak Man-hung pay an additional 500 million yuan in deposit."

He glanced at the other two people at the table and said cheerfully, "I told you long ago, that kid won't last long."

Bai Zizhou leaned back in his chair, twirling a wine glass in his hand. He was the eldest son of the third wife and worked as the vice president of a branch of the Bai Group.

He usually dealt with Pak Man-hung quite a bit in business, and they were always very polite to each other when they met, but in private he looked down on this cousin from the second wife more than anyone else.

"Five hundred million, tsk tsk."

"Does he even have 500 million yuan on hand right now? For Hang Lung to ask him to make up the deposit at this time is practically killing him."

"What we want is his life," Bai Zixuan said, sitting across the table.

He was the youngest son of the first wife and the youngest member of the third generation of the Bai family.

"I heard that he just signed a bet with Olson Capital a few days ago, betting that the stock price will not fall below 55 yuan."

He thought he got a great deal when he signed the agreement, but what happened? The bank came knocking on his door demanding repayment right after the agreement was signed.

"That's called karma—you thought you were invincible? If you can't come up with that 500 million, the stock price will plummet, and the other side of the bet will lose another 500 million, leaving a 1 billion yuan hole. Let's see how he fills that gap."

Bai Zihang slammed his hand on the table and laughed so hard he almost fell over: "Ten billion! You're underestimating me! Add to the money he poured into the buyback before, he must have burned through more than a billion in the past six months at Brilliant International, right?"

After all that burning, it resulted in a notice to pay a deposit, hahaha—"

"What do you think he's doing right now?" Bai Zizhou picked up his wine glass, his gaze sweeping past the rim of the glass towards the window.

"Are you sitting in your office staring blankly at the ceiling, or hiding at home, too afraid to answer the phone?"

"I bet he's calling his mother," Bai Zixuan scoffed.

"Who else can he turn to besides his mother? No matter how much his second uncle loves him, he can't withstand such a bottomless pit being dumped into him."

"Speaking of my second uncle, I really feel sorry for him." Bai Zihang's smile faded. "My second uncle is a kind and honest person."

He just had to marry Meng Wanqing. If she hadn't gossiped about him to Grandpa back then, would my second aunt have divorced my second uncle?

"Keep your voice down." Bai Zizhou glanced at the door of the private room.

"What are you afraid of? Nobody dares to tell anyone." Bai Zihang waved his hand dismissively.

"To be honest with you, I'm not surprised at all that Pak Man-hung has ended up like this."

He's been dishonest since childhood, always wanting to fight for and snatch everything, but he's not like Brother Junze.

Junze is the kind of guy who, if you really mess with him, will take you down without saying a word.

What about Pak Man-hung? Before he takes you down, he lets you know how awesome he is, practically wearing "I'm better than all of you" on his sleeve.

"His face makes me angry every time I see it."

Bai Zizhou took over the conversation and put his wine glass on the table.

"Do you remember one year during the New Year's Eve dinner, Grandpa had several third-generation relatives take turns reporting on their work?"

Before the eldest brother could even speak, Bai Wenxiong interrupted, saying something like, "Second brother is in traditional industries with limited growth potential, unlike my emerging industries which have greater flexibility."

I was sitting across from him and almost threw my chopsticks in his face.

Bai Zihang slammed his fist on the table. "Another time, after he had just taken Brilliant International public, he told everyone he was the youngest actual controller among all the listed companies."

Once at a party, he boasted to others that although Junze was a Fortune 500 company, he was standing on his grandfather's shoulders, while he was the one who truly started from scratch.

I was standing right next to him, holding a glass of champagne, thinking to myself, "Have you no shame?"

Wasn't Brilliant International handed over to you by your second uncle after he begged your grandfather? Is that what you call starting from scratch?

"That's why I said," Bai Zixuan slowly added two ice cubes to his wine glass.

"His biggest problem is that he lacks self-awareness. I accept that your older brother looks down on us."

My older brother has been working his way up in the corporate world since he was a teenager. He secured those Fortune 500 deals one by one. Which of us could do that? If we can't, we have to admire him.

"And that older brother of mine, he's never polite with words, but if you really run into trouble, just ask him, and he'll help you sort it out."

Upon hearing this, Bai Zizhou suddenly raised his hand and interrupted Bai Zixuan with a weathered, experienced tone: "Stop talking. What you're saying is nothing. I'm the most qualified to speak about how ruthless our eldest brother can be."

Bai Zihang and Bai Zixuan looked at him at the same time, their eyes lighting up.

The third generation of the Bai family all knew that their eldest brother had beaten them when they were young, but the specifics of how he beat them remained a mystery.

"That year was right after my uncle and aunt got divorced. The adults in the family were avoiding the topic, but the kids didn't understand. One day I was playing in the courtyard of the mansion when Junze happened to pass by."

I don't know what got into me, but I yelled at him, "Your mom doesn't want you anymore," just that one sentence.

"And then?" Bai Zixuan pressed.

"Then all I remember is being pinned to the ground, with Junze on top of me, punching me in the face again and again."

I cried like a pig being slaughtered, my mouth was full of blood, and my front teeth were loose.

The maid was so frightened her legs went weak, and she ran to find Grandpa. By the time Grandpa arrived, my face was swollen up like a pig's head.

"From then on, I would avoid my older brother whenever I saw him."

"So, the eldest brother looks down on us, that's because he has the right to do so."

"As for Bai Wenxiong, the Meng family may have some influence in Taicheng, and they can intimidate people in that small area of ​​Taicheng. But what are they compared to the Bai family and the maternal clans of our respective branches?"

My uncle's family is in the shipping business; isn't their business bigger than the Meng family's? What makes Bai Wenxiong think he can boss us around?

"Because his mother knows how to make sweet and sour pork ribs." Bai Zixuan suddenly retorted.

Bai Zihang almost spat out the mouthful of wine he had just drunk, and laughed so hard he pounded the table.

Bai Zizhou laughed too, then picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp before slamming the glass heavily on the table.

"Well said, sweet and sour pork ribs. For the past ten years or so, she has relied on this one dish to play the role of a virtuous wife in front of the old man. In doing so, she has forgotten who she is."

This time it's all good. Let her son learn a lesson with tuition fees exceeding one billion. Cheers to Pak Man-hung's mishap!

Bai Zixuan raised his glass and clinked it against Bai Zizhou's. "Let's celebrate Hang Lung Bank finally doing something worthwhile. But seriously, what do you think Bai Wenxiong will do next?"

"What else can we do? Either go back to our second uncle for more money, or just watch the bank liquidate our positions."

Bai Zihang swirled his wine glass, the ice cubes clinking and tinkling inside.

"Our eldest brother looks down on us because we are overwhelmingly superior. Bai Wenxiong looks down on us because he is blind."

Their superior strength is overwhelming, we accept it; if they're blind, we have to teach them a lesson. Cheers!

The three wine glasses clinked together, making a crisp sound, and laughter echoed in the private room.