Chapter 72 The Seventy-Second Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Second Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 72 The Seventy-Second Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-Second Day of Not Running Away...

When Chen Bo saw Young Master Lin, the muscles in the corner of his eye twitched.

Young Master Lin, all high and mighty, was surrounded by four or five henchmen. He was wearing a suit jacket and holding a mobile phone. His eyes swept over Chen Bozheng before settling on Hua Lingfeng.

"Hua Shao, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Hua Lingfeng's face was very unpleasant, and he said with a stiff expression, "Young Master Lin, with such a big commotion, anyone who doesn't know better would think that a landlord has come to the village to collect rent."

Young Master Lin chuckled and said, "Landlord, what era are we living in that you still use that word? Oh, I forgot, you come from the countryside, no wonder you look so rustic. Where did this nouveau riche next to you come from?"

He took a cigarette case out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.

Na Qi readily took out a lighter and lit it for him, saying, "Young Master, this is Hua Shao's friend, he's in business."

“I know, otherwise why would I call you a nouveau riche?” Young Master Lin said with a smile, his eyes looking down at Chen Bozheng. “I heard you own that auto repair shop in the suburbs. You must be making a lot of money, buddy.”

Chen Bo knew that Young Master Lin remembered him, and he also remembered Young Master Lin. "Young Master Lin knows me? But you look a little unfamiliar to me."

Young Master Lin paused, exhaled a puff of smoke, glanced sideways at Chen Bozheng, and tapped Chen Bozheng's shoulder with his finger, "Kid, don't push your luck."

Chen Bo pushed away Young Master Lin's hand, dusted off his shoulders, and sneered.

Hua Lingfeng could tell that the two men probably had some grudges. He frowned and said to Young Master Lin, "Young Master Lin, we have something to discuss."

His implication was that it was none of your business, and you should know better than to leave.

Young Master Lin glanced at Hua Lingfeng and asked, "What's the big deal?"

Na Qi Quan immediately replied, "It's nothing serious, it's just that Mr. Chen's wife is going abroad."

"Oh my, that's great news! Congratulations, Mr. Chen!" Young Master Lin said with a grin. "Old Qi, Mr. Chen has made a fortune. You've really hit the jackpot this time."

Young Master Lin waved to the others, "Let's go, they've finished eating, but we're still starving. Let's go eat, buddies."

The group, surrounded by their entourage, went up to the private room on the second floor.

Hua Lingfeng just wanted to curse in his heart. If he had known he would run into this bastard in this area, he would have just paid more money to book a private room.

"Old Qi, about what happened just now..." Hua Lingfeng looked at Qi Quanyou.

A thoughtful look flashed across Qi Quanyou's eyes: "Hua Zi, I will never go back on my word once I've made a promise."

"That's more like it." Hua Lingfeng breathed a sigh of relief.

“However,” Qi Quan looked at Chen Bozheng, “this Mr. Chen has a bulging wallet, he shouldn’t mind.”

"Let's add a little more money."

Chen Bozheng's brow twitched. "How so?"

Qi Quanyou, biting a toothpick, stretched out four fingers with a grin.

Chen Bozheng had been staring at the TV for a long time. The news broadcast had already finished, and now they were showing an aphrodisiac advertisement.

Wen Chan sat in the chair looking at a magazine, occasionally glancing at him before looking away.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and coughed heavily, "cough cough cough."

Chen Bozheng snapped out of his daze and picked up the kettle on the table to pour water for Wen Chan.

Wen Chan said helplessly, "I'm not thirsty."

Chen Bo put down his water glass. "So you have heart problems? I'll go get you some medicine."

"No need, I just took my medicine," Wen Chan said. "But what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine," Chen Bozheng said quickly.

Wen Chan chuckled, propped her chin on her elbow, and looked up at him. "Who would believe you? You've been watching aphrodisiac ads for half an hour. What, are you that desperate?"

Chen Bo was looking at the TV, where a middle-aged man with a strong voice was holding a medicine bottle and said in a deep voice, "Ever since I used the Longhu Mountain aphrodisiac, my wife has stopped saying that I am incompetent."

Chen Bozheng's ears turned red, and he quickly went over and turned off the TV.

Wen Chan pursed her lips, suppressing a laugh, "Do you really need it, Mr. Chen? Don't be shy, I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow to buy it for you."

Chen Bozheng's ears turned even redder. "Don't talk nonsense."

“So you’ve been watching for half an hour,” Wen Chan said with a smile. “I thought you were already able to honestly admit your shortcomings.”

She took a sip of water. "You do smell of gasoline today, but it's too strong and harsh."

Chen Bo lowered his head, about to take a sniff, when he realized something was wrong. Sure enough, when he raised his head, he met Wen Chan's all-seeing gaze.

“You really are hiding something from me,” Wen Chan said. “What is it?”

Chen Bozheng's eyes showed a hint of hesitation.

Wen Chan pressed on, stood up, and met his eyes. "Is it related to me? The thing about going abroad? It really is about this!"

Chen Bo was somewhat helpless. Wen Chan's observation skills were too sharp. Trying to fool her under her nose was even more difficult than dealing with the police.

"There's been a slight mishap in this matter; there might be a problem."

The price suddenly almost doubled, and Chen Bozheng certainly couldn't agree to it. After leaving the Yanjing Hotel, Hua Lingfeng asked him how he knew Young Master Lin. After Chen Bozheng told him, Hua Lingfeng smoked for a long time and then said that Qi Quan had a very close relationship with Young Master Lin.

Young Master Lin has a very strong backer. More importantly, he is backed by Zhao Pingcheng, the youngest son of the Zhao family. The Zhao family can be said to be one of the top families in Beijing. The youngest son, Zhao Pingcheng, went into business early and made a fortune by speculating on real estate in Hainan.

In this area of ​​Beijing, Zhao Pingcheng could be considered the little prince, and that would not be an exaggeration at all.

Hua Lingfeng and Young Master Lin didn't get along. He had some connection with Qi Quanyou, but not much. Hua Lingfeng himself was just making a living in a small unit, so he couldn't force Qi Quanyou to agree to help.

Hua Lingfeng felt very guilty and took out money to repay Chen Bozheng for the food and drinks he had spent over the past few days.

But Chen Bozheng didn't want it.

"It's too much trouble, so forget it," Wen Chan said. "I already said I'm not in a hurry."

Chen Bozheng said, "I've consulted with doctors, and they all said that for your condition, the sooner the better, as that American hospital has a very high success rate."

Wen Chan paused for a moment, then slowly sat down. "When did you consult with them?"

“When you went to Shanghai before, I went back to Shenzhen to ask that doctor,” Chen Bozheng said. “Only the monk and I know about this.”

Wen Chan pursed her lips. "Monks are tight-lipped, and you're really tight-lipped too, not letting out a single word."

Chen Bo was looking at her.

Wen Chan's skin was white, even somewhat translucent, like a delicate white porcelain vase, beautiful yet fragile. Chen Bozheng had only taken care of her and treated her illness because he had promised his brother, but now, his thoughts were no longer the same.

Wen Chan's health, her illness, is more important than anything else.

He paused for a moment, then said, "I don't want you to worry. If I could, I truly wish I could handle everything. You just need to focus on your surgery and come back safely."

Wen Chan's lips moved slightly, her heart beating a little fast.

She lowered her head, a blush spreading from her neck to her cheeks.

Zhang Yurong received Wen Chan's call around 10 a.m. She answered a few times, hung up, and instructed her assistant to book a flight to Beijing for her. She then started packing her clothes herself.

When the assistant returned with the booked plane tickets, Hou Yuxuan also came along.

Zhang Yurong's eyes showed surprise: "Cousin."

"Yu Rong, I heard you're going to Beijing to see Miss Wen," Hou Yuxuan asked.

Zhang Yurong nodded. "Yes, Miss Wen called just now, it seems she's going abroad, so I just told her we should talk in Beijing."

Hou Yuxuan glanced at his assistant, and Zhang Yurong told the assistant to go back to her room to pack her luggage. The two went into the room, and after Hou Yuxuan closed the door, he asked, "Cousin, why did you make this decision so suddenly? I haven't found you a suitable person yet."

Zhang Yurong shook her head and said, "No need to look anymore, I have already found the most suitable person."

"Who?" Hou Yuxuan's mind worked quickly, and he immediately realized, "You mean Wen Chan."

“Yes, it’s her.” Zhang Yurong’s eyes were firm. “I have a feeling that she is the one I’m looking for.”

Hou Yuxuan said helplessly, "What you're looking for is a trader who can run a private equity fund on Wall Street. We've already checked Wen Chan's background; she's just an ordinary girl who didn't even graduate high school. Don't rush into things like this."

Zhang Yurong gestured to interrupt Hou Yuxuan, "Cousin, I don't have much time left."

Hou Yuxuan froze, a thought flashing through his mind: "Uncle's illness hasn't gotten better?"

Zhang Yurong remained silent, which was clearly an admission of consent.

Hou Yuxuan finally understood why Zhang Yurong was so anxious and helpless. "I'll say it again: nobody knows how capable Wen Chan really is. Even if she's willing to help you, she might not be able to help you achieve much. Your father only listens to your stepmother now, so your chances of winning are slim."

It's true what they say, every family has its own problems.

To outsiders, Zhang Yurong comes from a wealthy family. Her father is an overseas Chinese tycoon in the United States who has investments in various industries, including real estate, hotels, and retail. He even owns several private equity funds on Wall Street. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he is as rich as a country.

But things changed completely after his father married a white woman. He not only became estranged from his family and relatives, but was also tricked by his wife into investing in many projects. As expected, they all lost money, resulting in losses of up to billions of dollars.

Zhang Yurong saw this and was very anxious.

On one hand, she genuinely cared for her father and didn't want him to continue being deceived. On the other hand, she couldn't tolerate her stepmother continuing to swindle their family's assets, especially since her father now had cancer. People are prone to doing foolish things under such circumstances. If her father really became senile and gave all the assets to his stepmother, Zhang Yurong would be devastated.

Those assets could amount to nearly a billion US dollars.

Zhang Yurong managed to get help from an old friend of her father's, and successfully persuaded him that as long as she could prove her abilities, her father would follow his previous will and leave all his inheritance to Zhang Yurong.

There is nowhere else in the world besides Wall Street where you can make big money in a short period of time.