How much money has Zhuang Sicong invested here! Putting aside the money, the relationships, reputation, and fame he'd lose if he lost far outweigh the initial investment!
Giving him ten million is only fair!
Lu Chen quickly waved his hand: "Brother Cong, I feel unworthy of ten million, really, I'm not kidding. I've already won ten million today, don't give me any more money. We consider each other friends, so let's not talk about money!"
Zhuang Sicong's eyes gleamed. Ten million, and Lu Chen isn't tempted?
This is indeed a very worthwhile partner to befriend. He's not greedy; he clearly values long-term development.
"Good!" Zhuang Sicong patted Lu Chen on the shoulder again. "Chen is a very good man. No wonder Shangguan Bei and Luo Luo both fell for you! Besides, we're not just friends, we're brothers! So, I won't stand on ceremony. Ten million, consider it deposited with me. Just ask whenever you need it."
The immense excitement after the crisis was averted made even the usually composed Zhuang Sicong feel extravagant.
Zhuang Kelu muttered to himself, "Hmph, that brat... can she compare to me?"
He muttered this, but felt a strong sense of guilt.
Lu Chen said softly, "Brother Cong, please don't tell anyone about what I got involved in. I don't want anyone to know."
Zhuang Sicong knew that cultivators preferred secrecy, so he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I know."
About twenty minutes later, Lu Chen drove Zhuang Kelu's burgundy Lamborghini out of the Longchen Football Center. Driving here, my head's still spinning.
Damn, this is incredible luck! Shangguan Bei just gave him a ten million yuan advance payment, and he used that ten million to earn another ten million.
Of course, earning that ten million wasn't easy; Lu Chen still feels a bit mentally exhausted.
Transferring Shangguan Mingbo's ten million yuan to his own account was incredibly easy. He just made a phone call, a token inquiry, asking if he was coming to handle the paperwork.
Not coming, huh? Fine, we know you're too embarrassed to come. No problem, just provide the password and the bank's agent manager's phone number, and Longwei's people will take care of everything!
This kind of thing can't be done openly, but you have connections and relationships with people at the bank. Just a heads-up, and they'll just consult with Shangguan Mingbo and the others.
In less than ten minutes, Lu Chen had ten million yuan in his account.
According to the rules, Longwei's work team was supposed to take a 0.3% cut, but the boss was practically begging Lu Chen to spend ten million, so why would he care about such a small amount?
They came as a pair, but left alone. Lu Chen couldn't quite describe his feelings; he felt a little disappointed, but also relieved. At least, that clingy cat was gone.
Originally, Zhuang Keluo was supposed to leave with him, but her grandfather, Zhuang Ziliang, suddenly called, sternly ordering her to go back to her studies, and even had Zhuang Sicong escort her back.
Zhuang Keluo was currently inseparable from Lu Chen and very reluctant to leave him. She wanted to disobey, but Lu Chen also sternly told her to obediently go back, saying, "I know you want to surpass Xiao Bei, and you know you still have a long way to go, so Luo Luo, you must work hard!"
This immediately ignited Zhuang Keluo's ambition.
She gritted her teeth and could only temporarily put aside her personal feelings.
Then, she said to Lu Chen, "Brother Chen, I've spoken to Fourth Uncle and asked him to gradually transfer all of Huaihai Group's health product procurement quotas to you. Some contracts that haven't expired will have to wait until they do. Although I'm at odds with that brat Shangguan Bei, your business is my business. I'll definitely fight for what I can for you!"
Although Lu Chen had already understood from Shangguan Bei that as the research director, he had the privilege of not pushing products, Zhuang Keluo's words still touched him a little.
Zhuang Keluo insisted that he take her Lamborghini; otherwise, she wouldn't go home.
Having no other choice, Lu Chen drove away in the top-of-the-line sports car worth over three million.
Not long after Lu Chen left, on the eighth floor of the ransacked building, Shangguan Jinwang asked his subordinates with a grim face, "What? Didn't you get any details about the guy who helped Zhuang Sicong?"
The subordinates looked at each other awkwardly, but finally had to nod.
Shangguan Mingbo roared from the side, "How could you be so stupid? You couldn't get a single person out of them? Huh? Huh?"
His furious, glaring face resembled a sow who had lost her litter of piglets, desperately trying to produce milk.
One of his subordinates stammered, "We…we really tried our best to ask, but they seem to have received some instructions; everyone's keeping their mouths shut, and we can't do anything about it!"
"Yeah!" another added, "Plus, there are a lot of people there, a real mixed bag, all sorts of people. If he hadn't shown himself, it really would have been…"
Bang!
Shangguan Jinwang slammed his hand hard on the coffee table.
The chicken-wing wood coffee table cracked in several places, showing that Shangguan Jinwang was also a martial arts expert.
Instantly, the one who had spoken behind him fell silent, trembling with fear.
Shangguan Mingbo yelled even louder, "Investigate! Keep investigating! Investigate to the end! Damn it, we could have won a lot of money, but that bastard messed things up, and we lost so much! My ten million..."
He was about to burst into tears, and the thought of how smug Lu Chen would be made him completely bewildered.
That damn brat, how could his luck be so good? He managed to charm both Shangguan Bei and Zhuang Keluo, those two rich young ladies, and even made ten million?
It's all that damned Xuan cultivator's fault!
Shangguan Jinwang shouted at the incessantly yelling Shangguan Mingbo, "Shut up!"
Instantly, Mingbo, still with his mouth open, dared not utter a sound.
Shangguan Jinwang coldly looked at his men: "Investigate! Keep investigating! Find out who it is! I can give you some money to bribe anyone who might know. OK?"
"OK, OK!"
The men responded in unison.
Slowly, a sinister smile crept onto Shangguan Jinwang's lips.
Shangguan Mingbo chimed in, "Brother Jinwang, once we know who that guy is, we have to catch him and beat him half to death! Damn it, he caused us so much loss!"
It's all tears.
Shangguan Jinwang glanced at him with disgust and spat out two words: "Idiot!"
Meanwhile, Lu Chen had barely driven onto the road when his gaze sharpened as he noticed something unusual.
A little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old and still wearing a school uniform, was running around, clutching a large leather envelope. And behind her, several men were chasing after her.
What was going on? "Could they be abducting an innocent girl in the street?"
Lu Chen frowned. He couldn't stand this kind of thing.
Besides, the innocent girl gave him a sense of familiarity; she resembled Gong Xiaoyi somewhat. Although she was two or three years younger than Xiaoyi, her temperament and figure were similar, only with a more youthful innocence.
The panic on the little girl's face made Lu Chen feel even more sorry for her.
He slowed down.
Among the men chasing after him, most were young, with fierce and domineering expressions, looking like thugs. Their arms were covered in obscene tattoos, such as a strangely shaped woman squatting and urinating three meters away.
And next to them, there was a middle-aged man who looked rather sleazy.
The middle-aged man looked exhausted, but he still gritted his teeth and ran, shouting, "You brat, stop right there! You...you're really asking for it, aren't you? Stealing my money, wait till I catch you, I'll beat you to death!"
Lu Chen, who was about to stop his car, was stunned when he heard this. Ah, could it be that the little girl stole their money? Looking at the large leather envelope she was clutching tightly in her arms, its slightly bulging shape suggested two or three stacks of banknotes.
The little girl didn't say a word, running while biting her lower lip.
However, her face was deathly pale; it seemed she wouldn't be able to keep going for much longer.
Lu Chen watched, feeling a surge of admiration. This little girl was something else; she even dared to steal money from thugs?
The men chasing her, the closest thug, was less than three meters away from the little girl. He grinned maliciously and shouted, "Little girl, you really dare to do this, robbing us right under our noses? You love money so much, huh? How about I take you to make some? So delicate and tender, never been deflowered, right? We'll definitely make a fortune!"
At this, the other young thugs burst into laughter.
The middle-aged man was somewhat embarrassed, but he forced a smile.
Lu Chen, in the Lamborghini not far away, frowned upon hearing this.
Damn it, is there no law anymore?
Speaking like that to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl? If the heavens don't punish you, I'll punish you; if lightning doesn't strike you, I'll strike you down!
The little girl, startled by the voice coming from behind, trembled and, without looking where she was going, fell forward to the ground. Immediately, she cried out in pain.
She was wearing a school skirt that just covered her knees. The fall, landing on the hard concrete, instantly drew blood from both her fair knees.
The large leather envelope she was holding slipped from her grasp and flew out of her hand.
The envelope was wide open, revealing three stacks of hundred-yuan bills and some loose change, which scattered all over the ground.
The little girl burst into tears, ignoring her injuries, and frantically tried to pick up the money, stuffing it back into the envelope. She tried to run away, but in that moment of hesitation, the thug behind her caught up, slapping her across the back of the head. He rushed forward, blocking her path.
The little girl, who was trying to get up, was knocked forward again by the blow and fell to her knees.
The bruised knees slammed heavily onto the concrete again, causing her to cry out in pain once more. Her whole body trembled, looking so pitiful and helpless.
The men chasing after her, grinning maliciously, blocked her path.
The middle-aged man swung his hand and slapped the little girl across the face. The sound of the slap echoed as the girl screamed in pain; her fair, delicate face immediately swelled up, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
The middle-aged man roared, "You damn brat, are you really looking to die? This money is for paying off my gambling debts. If I don't pay it back, Brother Kuan and the others will beat me to death, you know that? If they beat me to death, you won't have a father anymore!"
His shout was extremely menacing.