Chapter 133 The 133rd day since I stopped running away...

Chapter 133 The 133rd day since I stopped running away...

Chen Bozheng actually knew quite a bit about Wen Qunshu.

He was, after all, someone who frequented the area around the tenement. Wen Qunshu was a bit different; he was also an orphan. However, Wen Qunshu was better off than him because his family had their own small courtyard.

Don't be fooled by the small size of the house; it's just a small yard, but it's considered one of the better conditions around here.

This person is smart; I heard he even passed the college entrance exam. He graduated from university several years ago, but he still hasn't found a job.

The next morning, while he was having breakfast with the monks, this matter was still on his mind.

Aside from sharing the same surname, Wen Chan and Wen Qunshu were completely unrelated.

Chen Bozheng could be quite certain of this.

"Brother Zheng, you don't have an appetite?" the monk asked, looking at Chen Bozheng.

Chen Bo looked down at the porridge in the bowl; it was cold.

He finished his drink, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said to the monk, "Monk, let me ask you, do you know Wen Qunshu?"

The monk blinked. "Wen Qunshu, I know him. Isn't he that college student from Liu San Hutong? What, does he owe you money?"

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "What business is this? I don't know him at all. Does he often owe people money?"

The monk nodded and began clearing away the dishes. He worked very efficiently, washing the dishes right there in the yard. When his mother came over and saw this, she smiled and said, "You can leave your dishes there; I'll wash them all together later."

The monk said to his mother, "Mom, we can wash ourselves."

His mother said, "How can that be? You work so hard to earn money outside." She was just being polite, but she was actually holding a handful of melon seeds and eating them non-stop. She had no intention of helping with the dishes at all. Instead, she leaned against the doorstep and said to Chen Bozheng, "Ah Zheng, I have a favor to ask you. Someone introduced a girl to the monk, but that silly donkey of his is stubbornly refusing to go. Can you persuade him?"

Chen Bo looked at the monk with some surprise.

The monk blushed, and helplessly put away the bowl and chopsticks, saying to his mother, "I already said I wasn't going, why are you in such a hurry!"

His mother was displeased. "Hey, your mother raised you all these years, and now that we're finally financially secure and things are better, why don't you take advantage of your youth and find a girlfriend? With your personality, which is so weak and unyielding, what girl would want you?"

Seeing the monk's embarrassment, Chen Bo couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Aunt Zhao, don't get agitated. I don't think the monk is so bad. Besides, blind dates aren't popular now; it's all about free love. Look at the monk, he's quite handsome. Why would he need to go on a blind date?"

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes at him and pointed at him with her finger. "If he had the same temper as you, or was half as good-looking as you, I wouldn't be in such a hurry. Look at him, he's always either at the construction site or learning how to socialize. How can he possibly meet a good partner? Ah Zheng, how about this? I trust your judgment. Monk is your good brother. Try to introduce him to someone."

Chen Bozheng never expected that the fire would spread to him.

He quickly made an excuse and hid away.

As neighbors for many years, Chen Bozheng knew Aunt Zhao very well. Aunt Zhao and Monk and his mother depended on each other for survival. From childhood to adulthood, Aunt Zhao was known for her eloquence. She could talk a man to death with her words. Uncle Wang and others had joked that Aunt Zhao had already said everything Monk had to say, which was why Monk was such a quiet person.

Chen Bozheng spent several days learning about Wen Qunshu.

He was initially wary, but as he learned more, his wariness disappeared, but more doubts arose in his mind.

Wen Qunshu was a lazy and gluttonous man who loved to gamble.

Although he has a good academic background, he is lazy and can only stay at a job for a few months before being fired. You know, college graduates are in high demand these days, so his ability to do this shows how eccentric he is.

As for gambling, Chen Bo felt a little relieved when he learned that although he gambled a lot, the stakes weren't high.

He approached Wen Qunshu around 3 p.m. on Wednesday.

On a weekday, Wen Qunshu should have been at work, but instead he went to an underground casino to gamble. He lost his entire month's salary and was thrown out.

He was covered in dirt and fell flat on his face. When he got up, his mouth was full of mud and he was spitting as he saw a figure walking towards him from the opposite side.

Wen Qunshu wiped his face and stared at the other person. The other person's face gradually became clearer in his vision, and it was very familiar: "Chen Bozheng?"

"Do you know me?" Chen Bo looked at the other person's disheveled appearance, but didn't reach out. He put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and looked him up and down.

Wen Qunshu felt that the other party was a bit strange, as if he was hostile but his attitude seemed to be somewhat friendly: "Who doesn't know you? All the local thugs want to get rich like you. I heard you've made tens of millions."

"No."

Chen Bo took a handkerchief out of his pocket and tossed it to Wen Qunshu.

Wen Qunshu was stunned for a moment, then quickly caught it, wiped his face, and heard Chen Bozheng say, "You made a hundred million."

Wen Qunshu burst out laughing.

He wiped his face clean, revealing a clean and scholarly appearance. Anyone who saw him would assume he was a man of great learning. No one would guess that Wen Qunshu was cultured, but rather a hopeless case.

"You're bragging. If you could earn 100 million, Beijing's housing prices would have skyrocketed long ago."

Chen Bozheng invited Wen Qunshu to dinner.

Although the two were complete strangers, they lived close by and had both heard of each other.

Chen Bozheng randomly picked a restaurant and quickly discovered that the other party did not know Wen Chan at all. He even asked which "Chan" character Wen Chan was.

Chen Bozheng became increasingly suspicious. He watched Wen Qunshu wolfing down his food across from him, but said nothing. He simply ordered the owner to bring an extra bowl of rice and a bowl of soup.

Wen Qunshu could really eat; he ate five bowls of rice and most of the three dishes also ended up in his stomach.

He ate and drank his fill, yet his stomach remained flat. He was tall and thin, making one wonder where the food he ate actually went.

"I'm really sorry about today's meal. I've lost everything, and there's nothing good to eat tomorrow or the day after, so I can only eat more now."

Chen Bo was sipping his tea, stroking the rim of his teacup, when he heard this and looked up at him, "Doesn't your company provide meals?"

Wen Qunshu touched his nose and chuckled dryly, "Actually, I was just laid off by my company this morning."

Chen Bo was just about to drink his tea when he heard this and was speechless.

According to him, this is the fourth unit Wen Qunshu has changed this year.

This is more frequent than some people change their shoes at home!

"Are you interested in working for us?" Chen Bozheng asked. "The salary is 500 yuan, meals are included, but there's one condition: no gambling."

Wen Qunshu was overjoyed and sat up: "You're not kidding me, are you?"

Chen Bo took out his money from his pocket, paid the bill, and gave Wen Qunshu thirty yuan: "I don't joke around with people casually, consider this an advance payment to you."

Although Wen Qunshu was puzzled, he had no rice or grain at home and had long since run out of money. He had just gambled away all his wages. Now that someone was willing to lend him a hand, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

As for whether Chen Bozheng would have any ulterior motives, Wen Qunshu was quite shrewd. He decided that if the other party wanted to use him for something bad, he would run away as fast as he could.

Wen Qunshu went to the construction site to report the next day.

The monks and the others were somewhat surprised, but they didn't say anything.

Chen Bozheng directly assigned Wen Qunshu to supervise the construction site. After all, given Wen Qunshu's weak and incapable nature, he figured that if he were to do manual labor, he would just cause trouble.

Wen Qunshu was overjoyed.

After working for two days, I realized something was wrong.

Why is there no gambling at this construction site? He tries to play cards with anyone, but they all shake his head. If he tries to persuade them, they say they'll tell Chen Bozheng.

Wen Qunshu is short of money and dares not risk losing his livelihood, so he has to look for others. But he finds that no one in Beijing is willing to gamble with him anymore.

Wen Qunshu was completely dumbfounded.

Once again kicked out by the casino staff, Wen Qunshu grabbed the henchman and asked, "Xiao Li, are you crazy? I'm not a stranger. I brought money with me, why won't you let me in?"

Xiao Li said helplessly, "Brother Wen, please don't make things difficult for us. We really can't let you gamble. They've already said that anyone who gambles with you is trying to offend them!"

When Wen Qunshu heard this, his mind went blank, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"Who is this guy? Who's so arrogant? Does he think he can tell me what to do, whether I gamble or not?"

"Who else could it be? Don't you work for Chen Bozheng? According to him, he's not just anyone now. He can make a statement that even the big shots in the underworld have to give him face."

Xiao Li said.

Chen Bozheng was already well-liked, and with his collaboration with Lin Zhiyong, he became even more successful in Beijing. Now he's made a lot of money in the real estate business.

Unless you're stupid, most people wouldn't want to offend him.

After all, judging from their current status, they might become very successful in the future, so what's wrong with doing them a favor now?

The amount of money Wen Qunshu lost gambling was a lot for him, but not much for the casino.

Wen Qunshu didn't believe in superstitions and was still angry, so he went to the suburbs.

But he forgot that the auto repair shop that Chen Bozheng had previously invested in was located in the suburbs, which was his territory.

Chen Bozheng didn't pay much attention to Wen Qunshu's movements, but as long as he saw Wen Qunshu's face getting darker day by day, he could guess that the other party was probably running into obstacles every day recently.

Hua Lingfeng came over and told him, "Brother Chen, my mother has made all the arrangements. As long as my sister-in-law and Miss Zhang come, everything can be arranged. My mother also asked if we need accommodation arranged at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse."

Hua Lingfeng's tone carried a hint of envy.

The Diaoyutai State Guesthouse is a guesthouse specifically for overseas Chinese and foreign guests. Ordinary people cannot get in. Although Hua Lingfeng is a second-generation rich kid, he has never been inside that place.

Chen Bozheng said, "I'll ask them later. They should be back the day after tomorrow."

“Alright, go ahead and ask. Housing is no problem. With such a large donation, they'll definitely arrange the best housing for you.” Hua Lingfeng said, sighing, “How come they're so rich?”