Chapter 124 The 124th Day of Not Running Away The first day of not running away...

Chapter 124 The 124th Day of Not Running Away The first day of not running away...

When Grandpa Wang came to tell us about this, his tone was clearly tinged with regret.

Chen Bozheng and Wen Chan exchanged a glance. Chen Bozheng said, "Uncle Wang, you're very kind. However, I think we should be cautious about cooperation. Besides, I've received a lot of kindness from my grandfather, and I shouldn't take advantage of him for nothing. Please pass on a message to Mr. Chen for me: I thank him for his willingness to support my business, but we appreciate his kindness, and there's no need for cooperation."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Wang immediately became anxious, slapping his thigh and saying, "You child, are you stupid? You think you're less knowledgeable in business than ordinary people like us? Sometimes, getting rich depends on having a benefactor to lend a hand. One word from that person is worth more than ten years of hard work on your own."

Chen Bo was peeling a walnut and said calmly, "I only know that there is no such thing as a free lunch. The money I earn now is enough for my wife and me. We don't want to get rich."

Grandpa Wang was truly at a loss for words.

Speaking of money, Chen Bozheng has made a lot of money. Everyone in the courtyard knows that the Jingyun residential complex that Chen Bozheng and his partners are working on is selling very well. It is said that the profit is tens of millions, but no one knows if it is true.

But everyone knows that Chen Bozheng has earned at least several million.

This amount of money is an enormous sum that most people would never dare to dream of in their entire lives.

But compared to billionaires, the difference is huge.

“Sir, it’s getting late, please go back,” Chen Bozheng said. “We’re all going to sleep.”

Grandpa Wang was exasperated. He watched as Chen Bozheng fed Wen Chan the peeled walnuts, wanting to say something but holding back. However, Chen Bozheng didn't even look at him, so he had no choice but to leave dejectedly.

Wen Chan glanced at Chen Bozheng, and said with a smile while eating walnuts, "I feel like the way you're looking at me, sir, is like you're looking at a vixen."

“That’s just how Uncle Wang is. He can’t distinguish between inside and outside, and he has no sense of boundaries,” Chen Bozheng said. “If you find it annoying, I can find someone to go out with you in the next few days.”

Wen Chan shook her head without hesitation: "What's the point? It's more fun to stay here and watch the show. Tell me, what do you think this fake grandpa will do next?"

That's right.

Wen Chan and Chen Bozheng already knew that the identities of Chen Shuangping and his grandson were fake.

The reason wasn't discovered with Hua Lingfeng's help; there's still no news from Hua Lingfeng's side.

The real reason was that Chen Bozheng knew from the beginning that Old Master Chen's younger brother had actually died long ago.

It's true that the KMD conscripted men in 1949, but the reason why Mr. Chen's brother died was not because of conscription, but because Mr. Chen's brother was originally a member of the KMD.

Old Master Chen wasn't close to his brother. Back then, they were too poor, and everyone was just trying to make a living. They couldn't even take care of themselves, let alone their brothers.

His brother joined the GMD, and not long after, good news of victory in the north came. Presumably, his brother had offended quite a few people, and he was shot and killed from behind.

Because his death was shrouded in mystery, Old Master Chen became suspicious and, after collecting his brother's body, told everyone that the man had disappeared.

If it weren't for Old Master Chen's intervention, both Old Master Chen and his grandson Chen Bozheng would have suffered during those ten years.

Even so, the grandfather and grandson were quite frightened when they heard those unfounded and vague rumors.

Chen Bozheng never dared to tell anyone about this, only saying that Old Master Chen did indeed have a younger brother who had been conscripted and whose fate was unknown.

Not many people know about this, but not few either.

At least most of the neighbors who had lived in the tenement for a long time knew about it.

Therefore, when Chen Bo saw the photos, he suspected that the old photos in his collection had been tampered with.

He went to check and found that one of the windows in his room faced the courtyard, and there was a footprint on the wall outside the window.

In other words, someone did indeed climb through the window without his knowledge, take the photo, and create a fake one.

Chen Bozheng said, "It's either for money or for sex. As for sex, although I think I'm good-looking, I wouldn't go that far..."

Wen Chan grabbed a handful of walnuts and stuffed them into his mouth. "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business."

Chen Bo chuckled as he ate a walnut, then wiped his mouth. "I suspect it was either Hu Cheng's men who instigated it, or Young Master Lin's side has pulled some strings again."

"It doesn't seem like Hu Cheng's work."

Wen Chan pondered and said, "If Hu Cheng had such connections, such a liar who could lie through his teeth, he could be used to deal with others. But to use him against you is like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a waste of his talent."

Chen Bo rubbed his neck, looking at Wen Chan speechlessly: "Are you praising me or insulting me?"

Wen Chan smiled and said, "Take a guess."

Chen Bozheng said, "Then I'll take it as a compliment. Saying this was Young Master Lin's doing is a bit too meticulous."

As the saying goes, it's easier to change mountains and rivers than to change one's nature.

If a person's words and actions are generally consistent, they will not change throughout their life. Young Master Lin is arrogant, but his vision is limited and he is not very shrewd. Such a meticulous plan is not something Young Master Lin could come up with.

Wen Chan and Chen Bo discussed it and reached an agreement: to take it one step at a time.

If the other party is willing to use sweet talk, then let them.

Wen Chan found things getting interesting.

After contacting the US side and confirming that Citigroup and Goldman Sachs were locked in a fierce battle, she said to Li Yi, "Keep an eye on things. Also, pay close attention to the changes in the mindset of the Walmart family members. I believe they definitely have their own supporters, which might be a good opportunity for us to break the deadlock."

"Yes, Miss Wen."

Li Yi agreed.

Wen Chan has quite a few things to do since she returned. The house in Shanghai is almost finished with renovations, and Jiang Zihan called to report on the progress.

“Each apartment is simply decorated, and we still have some money left over. I have an idea, and I wonder if you would be willing to listen to it, Sister Wen?”

Wen Chan became interested. This was the first time Jiang Zihan had offered her own suggestion, so she was naturally willing to give her some face: "Tell me about it."

Jiang Zihan gripped the microphone, looking at the plan on her desk. "Here's the thing, I've inquired about the rent prices around here. Small apartments rent for around 130 per month, while larger apartments can rent for 200. But I've also heard that the rent for foreigners is higher. However, foreigners also have higher requirements. They require a TV, a refrigerator, and even air conditioning."

“Continue,” Wen Chan said.

Encouraged, Jiang Zihan continued, "These kinds of houses can rent for 400 to 500 yuan, and I think foreign tenants will also be a big help to our business. There aren't many houses available for rent to foreigners that meet their requirements, and foreigners in China tend to travel in groups, so they can help promote our houses. Also, foreigners moving in will make our neighborhood seem more upscale, which will help increase property prices!"

Previously, Jiang Zihan would never have dared to express her thoughts so rashly.

She was afraid of saying something wrong, and also afraid of exposing her ignorance.

But after traveling abroad, Jiang Zihan discovered that Americans have one great quality: they are very willing to fight for their own interests and express their opinions, even if their opinions are not necessarily correct.

But you'll never have a chance if you don't try.

Even when competing for a partnership opportunity with Walmart, Wen Chan and her team's performance made Jiang Zihan realize that there is no such thing as a 100% guaranteed success in the world, but if you don't try and don't work hard, then failure is 100%.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Zihan's heart was pounding.

Her palms were sweating, and she even felt that the weather was a bit hot, even though it had just rained recently.

"Jiang Zihan, your idea is good. Let's do it your way."

A moment later, Wen Chan's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Zihan's eyes lit up immediately: "Really!?"

"Do I need to comfort you? Burn my own money?" Wen Chan laughed. "I'll leave this to you. Send me a budget report later, and I'll transfer the money to your account."

"No need, no need. My parents helped you save a lot of money on the renovation costs you gave me before," Jiang Zihan said. "I..."

"Let me teach you something else: keep funds for their intended purpose. Money for renovations should be used for renovations, and money for appliances should be used for appliances. Keep them separate. Oh, and while you're at it, register a real estate rental company over there. That will make paying taxes much easier."

Wen Chan said, "The invoices and other documents must be complete, understand?"

"Understood," Jiang Zihan replied.

Wen Chan said, "I'm also entrusting the tenants' affairs to you. Don't let me down. If you perform well, I'll give you another raise at the end of the year."

A bright smile immediately appeared on Jiang Zihan's face.

No one dislikes having too much money.

Jiang Zihan is now considered a small-time rich woman, with several hundred thousand yuan in her hands. This time when she came back, she bought two houses for herself. She kept the rest of the money and was not in a hurry to spend it. She didn't even go to any high-end restaurants to splurge.

Jiang Zihan knew in her heart that although the amount of money she had was a lot, it was far too little as capital.

She didn't want to be just an ordinary assistant; she wanted to earn more money. Therefore, the more money she saved, the better, so that she wouldn't miss out on opportunities when they came along.