Chapter 132 The 132nd day since I stopped running...

Chapter 132 The 132nd day since I stopped running...

With Attorney Wu's help, Mr. Zhang's funeral went very smoothly.

The relatives on Zhang's side seemed to suddenly realize that Zhang Yurong would be the head of the Zhang family from now on, and their attitudes toward her changed completely.

But Zhang Yurong had already seen through their true colors and was no longer fooled by their act.

Zhang Zhaozhong also wanted to persuade Zhang Yurong to let him and his son return to work at Zhuoyue: "Yurong, your cousin and I can only help you if we go back to the company. Before your father died, he asked that foreigner to be the CEO of our Zhuoyue. How can you trust that foreigner?"

Wen Chan tidied up the documents without saying a word.

Zhang Yurong held a pen in her hand, glanced at Zhang Zhaozhong, and said, "Uncle, I can agree to let you return to the company."

Just as Zhang Zhaozhong and his son were about to smile, Zhang Yurong said, "But I have a condition: can you explain why your father kicked you out of the company before?"

"This, this is of course because of what Susan did to him back then..."

Zhang Zhaozhong still wanted to use Susan and her son to divert hatred, as always.

But when he met Zhang Yurong's clear, discerning gaze, he knew his lie was no longer convincing; Zhang Yurong already knew the truth.

"Go on, please continue. I'm waiting to hear it."

Zhang Yurong rested her chin on her elbow, the pen tip touching the paper, her delicate face conveying a sense of calm.

Although she hasn't fully recovered from the grief of her father's passing, she's no longer like she was a few days ago, when her mind was completely blank except for grief.

Zhang Zhaozhong was momentarily speechless.

Zhang Yurong stood up, placing her hands on the desk. "If you can't continue, then I will. The reason Dad kicked you out of the company is because you betrayed Zhuoyue's interests, giving the benefits to the company's rivals. You were disloyal and enriched yourselves at the company's expense. When you did these things, you didn't think about everyone's interests. Because when things went wrong, none of the relatives and employees spoke up for you. Dad is a respectable person and hasn't completely torn your skin off yet. Uncle, you don't think I'm stupid enough to continue using Susan to sow discord, do you?"

How could you say that? My dad is your elder!

Zhang Zhaozhong's son was embarrassed and angry, glaring at Zhang Yurong.

Zhang Yurong smiled and said, "It's precisely because I still consider us family that I wanted to give you one last chance to see what you really wanted to say here. If you had said anything else, even something caring, I wouldn't be so heartbroken. But you came here to treat me like a fool, wanting to go back to Zhuoyue and continue being vampires. I'm telling you, not a chance. You can leave now!"

"You're utterly inhuman. You think you're so great just because you're rich? You've become all alone; let's see what you do now!"

Enraged, Zhang Zhaozhong's son pointed at Zhang Yurong and began to hurl insults.

Without saying a word, Zhang Yurong pressed the bell.

The father and son were surprised that she would be so ruthless towards them. Fearing that they would be dragged out if they continued to make a scene, they could only leave with dark expressions.

Wen Chan looked at Zhang Yurong, whose mood was not as calm as she appeared.

With her last loved one gone, and the relatives around her either wolves and tigers or those with ulterior motives, it's no wonder Zhang Yurong was in a bad mood.

She said to Zhang Yurong, "If you are really upset, I suggest you find some sensible relatives to cultivate your relationship with."

Humans are emotional beings after all; no one is without support or companionship.

For wealthy people, money is a hassle, but it also has many benefits, such as the ability to buy smiles from relatives.

Zhang Yurong pressed her hand to her forehead, shook her head with a wry smile, and said, "No, I'm not in the mood right now. I just want some peace and quiet."

If Zhang's father hadn't properly arranged for the CEO of Excellence, the company would be in complete chaos, making it difficult for Zhang Yurong to remain calm.

But Zhang's father was clearly very thoughtful. He set up a scheme before he passed away. He first sold off his shares, and then secretly bought back a lot of scattered shares after the stock price fell. Now Zhang Yurong owns the most shares in the company, and her say is beyond doubt. The CEO, James, is very capable. He has handled things very well after taking over Zhuoyue. He is paid an annual salary plus bonuses.

Wen Chan inquired and learned that James and Zhang's father were once card-playing buddies. They both loved playing bridge and had known each other for a long time. James used to be a top salesman at a state real estate company, but he was fired because he offended his boss.

However, because of the non-compete agreement, which prohibited him from engaging in the same profession for three years, Mr. Zhang's father provided timely assistance by paying the other party a salary for three years and also providing them with an apartment.

Therefore, it can be said that this person is trustworthy.

That's the case at least in the short term, but it's hard to say what will happen in the long term.

"I want to go back to China with you after my father's burial."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yurong looked up at Wen Chan and said, "My father's will also has a clause that requires me to donate a sum of money when I return to China. I can take care of this matter as well."

When the topic came up, Wen Chan hesitated: "Are you really planning to donate 100 million US dollars to China?"

Zhang Yurong looked somewhat bewildered: "What do you mean by that?"

Wen Chan rubbed her fingers together, thought for a moment, and said, "I understand your father's purpose in making this arrangement. Given your current situation, staying in the United States is somewhat dangerous, while it is relatively safer in China. At least it can ensure that those who have ill intentions towards you will find it difficult to hire someone to kill you. However, donating 100 million is really too much. If you are willing to listen to my advice, I suggest that you donate, but don't make too much of a fuss. It's best to donate privately. On the one hand, you can gain the favor of the government, and on the other hand, keeping a low profile can ensure your safety."

One hundred million US dollars is no small sum; it's enough to make the entire nation remember Zhang Yurong's face if this makes the news.

Wealth can be very tempting.

Some people who see this news will admire the kindness of the Zhang family father and daughter, while others will think that someone who can donate 100 million US dollars must be much wealthier, and how much money they could get if they were kidnapped.

You know, in Beijing these days, 20,000 yuan can buy a courtyard house, worth hundreds of millions. Who wouldn't be tempted?

Zhang Yurong also realized what was happening and slapped her forehead: "You're right, I overlooked that."

Wen Chan smiled and said, "It's nothing, you just haven't thought of it yet. Do you have any thoughts about the person who contacted us for the donation?"

Zhang Yurong waved her hand: "You help me contact those relatives in China. I'm afraid they'll get agitated if they find out about this."

The Zhang family also has many relatives in the country.

Zhang Yurong's biggest fear now is her relatives.

Wen Chan agreed, and then she called Chen Bozheng. She remembered that Hua Lingfeng's parents were leaders, and it would be beneficial for both of them to help with this matter.

Currently, China needs foreign exchange, while Zhang Yurong needs some policy support from the domestic government.

Chen Bo readily agreed: "Okay, I'll talk to Xiao Hua about it later. You want money? That's one thing, but who wouldn't agree to a donation? But, Miss Zhang, are you really going to donate one hundred million US dollars?"

Chen Bozheng had no choice but to ask for clarification.

This data is not something to be taken lightly, lest it become a laughing stock.

Wen Chan twirled the phone cord: "Yes, there's definitely no mistake. She'll be coming back with me in a while."

"real?"

Chen Bozheng immediately perked up. Although it was the middle of the night and he had been quite sleepy just now, he was now full of energy, and his voice was noticeably eight octaves higher over the phone.

Wen Chan chuckled, a smile playing on her lips. "Why are you so happy about my return?"

Chen Bo lowered his eyes, as if he could already see Wen Chan's sly smile. "I miss you."

He doesn't usually say sweet words, so his sudden bluntness caught Wen Chan off guard. She paused for a moment, stunned.

When Chen Bozheng saw that she didn't answer for a long time, he pressed her for an answer: "What about you? Have you missed me?"

Wen Chan leaned against the wall, holding the microphone: "Why say such things? It doesn't matter whether you want to or not."

Her ears turned red.

Chen Bozheng said, "So you miss me."

Wen Chan blushed from her ears to her entire face. The man's voice was hoarse and magnetic. It was probably late at night on the other end of the phone, and the surroundings were quiet. The voice became clearer and clearer, like a feather tickling your heart.

"Um."

Just one word made Chen Bo grin from ear to ear, so happy that he smiled broadly at home.

Chen Bozheng said, "I miss you too. When you come back, let's go take some wedding photos, okay?"

His tone was tender.

Wen Chan has never cared much about male beauty. Wall Street is never short of handsome men. To put it bluntly, even male models in the fashion industry used to be within her reach.

But she was never interested; she found those people utterly boring, their handsome bodies concealing dull, monotonous souls.

But now, Chen Bozheng's words softened her heart: "Won't it be too much trouble?"

"No, I'll have that photographer from before take our photos. We'll just wear our own clothes. I've already found a wedding dress for you; it's very beautiful, I'm sure you'll like it."

Chen Bo spoke of these things with great enthusiasm and eloquence.

Wen Chan felt as if flowers were blooming in her heart.

After talking for a while, Wen Chan realized it was almost dawn on the other end and couldn't continue the conversation, so she asked Chen Bozheng to hang up the phone.

Chen Bozheng agreed and was about to hang up when Wen Chan suddenly said, "Bozheng, there's one more thing."

Chen Bo could tell from her serious tone that she was serious, so he hummed in agreement and said, "Go ahead."

“Isn’t there a Liu San Hutong nearby? There’s a man named Wen Qunshu there. Can you do me a favor and find him a job?”

When Wen Chan said this, she felt a little confused.

Wen Qunshu was none other than her scumbag father from her previous life: "Also, he has a gambling addiction. Can you find a way to get him to quit gambling?"

Wen Qunshu?

Chen Bo was holding the microphone. "May I ask what your relationship is with him?"

Wen Chan said, "He has nothing to do with me, but I owe him a debt of gratitude."

No matter how outrageous Wen Qunshu was in her past life, he still raised her all by himself. After she went abroad, he seemed to know that she disliked him and never contacted him. It wasn't until she left that she received a message from the neighborhood committee.

Wen Chan's feelings for him were complicated; she both loved and hated him, and her hatred was tinged with guilt.

She wasn't unaware that her sudden mention of Wen Qunshu was abrupt, especially since she was asking Chen Bozheng for help, but Wen Chan still wanted to trust Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bozheng nodded. "Okay, I understand. You should get some rest. I'll contact you if there's any news about these two matters later."