booktalesy Chapter 79: An Ant's Scheme
Chapter 79: An Ant's Scheme
Zhou Minghui was carrying a bag of imported snacks worth over 500 yuan when he came up the escalator.
Just then, they saw Lin Bei and his three companions walking out of the sauerkraut fish restaurant.
Su Qianqian walked beside Lin Bei, tilting her head slightly as she spoke to him, a faint smile playing on her lips.
That smile was natural.
It wasn't just politeness or perfunctory politeness; it was the expression she only showed when she was with people she truly knew.
Zhou Minghui froze on the spot.
He looked down at the beautifully packaged bag of imported snacks in his hand.
Then I remembered the scene from this morning when Su Qianqian's maid blocked me at the door.
And those two Starbucks cups that he personally threw into the trash can.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings, and my resentment grew even stronger!
His fingers tightened slowly as he held the bag of snacks, leaving a deep mark on his knuckles under the plastic handle.
Why should I?!
Why should I?!
Zhou Minghui roared silently in his heart as he followed the four people out of the mall.
He leaned against the Porsche door, watching Lin Bei put the three girls into the car one after another.
Before getting into the car, Song Qingning said something and waved to Lin Bei.
Before bending down to sit in the back seat, Su Qianqian nodded to Lin Bei.
Wu Xiaoxun rolled down the taxi window and called out to Lin Bei, "Brother Lin Bei, I'll treat you to a meal next time."
Lin Bei stood by the roadside and waved.
After all three cars had driven far away, he turned around and walked towards the bus stop.
Zhou Minghui lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.
He doesn't understand.
I had previously checked Su Qianqian's social circle, and she didn't have any close male friends at all.
During her three years of high school, she rejected all suitors.
Zhou Minghui thought that Su Qianqian had this kind of aloof personality to the core.
So it's normal to run into obstacles.
But now I've seen it with my own eyes:
Su Qianqian smiled at this person, drank the beverage he bought, ate the food he handed her, and her body was relaxed while talking to him.
This person looks like he has no money or family background; all his clothes together cost less than a hundred yuan.
How can a loser like him hang out with Su Su and Qian Qian?
Or perhaps she simply prefers the tastes of poor, penniless young men.
Zhou Minghui flicked the cigarette butt onto the ground and rubbed it twice with his leather shoe.
Regardless of who this person is or what methods they used to make Su Qianqian look at him differently.
He has ways to make this person disappear from Su Qianqian's life.
All those boys who pursued Su Qianqian before, weren't they all discouraged by him using various methods?
This one is no exception.
We should have someone investigate this kid's family background and any weaknesses before the party starts.
If he has no weakness, create one for him.
His father and Su Maoyuan have been working together for so many years; their families are old friends.
Zhou Minghui didn't believe that Su Qianqian would turn against him for a poor boy.
After a while.
Zhou Minghui opened the car door, sat in the driver's seat, gripped the steering wheel, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged slightly.
The Porsche Cayenne's engine let out a low growl and began to speed forward.
at the same time.
Lin Bei stood on the bus stop platform, watching the black Porsche Cayenne speed forward and merge into the traffic ahead.
He took his hand out of his pants pocket, took out his phone, and glanced at the time.
Then he looked up, his gaze crossing the street and landing on the glass curtain wall of the office building across the street.
The reflection of the Cayenne on the glass curtain wall showed it driving further and further away, finally disappearing around the corner of the intersection.
Wu Xiaoxun's taxi hadn't gone far.
She leaned out of the rear window and waved to Lin Bei.
Lin Bei smiled and raised his hand in response.
He put his phone back in his pocket, and the bus arrived at the stop.
Before getting into the car, Lin Bei glanced one last time in the direction where the Cayenne had disappeared.
Only then did he swipe his card and get on the bus.
He sat down by the window, rested his head against the window glass, and closed his eyes.
In my mind, those scattered memories of my past life are being unearthed and rearranged one by one.
The Zhou family and the Su Group, in a business partnership, experienced a break in their financial chain, reaching a certain juncture...
In his previous life, these were financial news items that he completely ignored.
But now it's the trump card he needs to plan ahead of time.
As the bus announced its stops, it swayed and lurched toward the next station.
……
Two days later, at 10 a.m.
Zhou Minghui sat at the desk in his hotel suite, still wearing his bathrobe, with a cup of coffee that had gone cold in front of him.
He made a phone call last night to investigate Lin Bei's background overnight.
The efficiency was faster than Zhou Minghui had expected.
This morning, the fax machine ejected several pages of paper.
Zhou Minghui leaned back in his swivel chair, crossed his legs, and turned the pages one by one.
The document was so thin that he thought he had missed a few pages.
Lin Bei, male, 18 years old, a local resident of S City...
Father Lin Jianjun, an employee of an auto parts factory. Mother Su Ruolan, a junior high school teacher…
An only child, just graduated from high school, scored over 500 points on the college entrance exam, and applied to an ordinary second-tier university in the city...
I own no house or car, and have no business registration records...
My bank statement shows several large transactions in the past two months, but the bank has noted the source and destination of each transaction as "business operating funds" without any abnormal markings.
Attached is a recent record...
A few days ago, I went to the police station to give a statement in connection with a robbery case, and I identified myself as the victim.
The only thing that can be considered a "career" is a Taobao store that was recently opened, which mainly sells sexy lingerie.
Zhou Minghui turned the last page over and looked at the back, only to find it was blank.
He threw the entire document onto the table, the papers scattering and sliding next to the coffee cup, one corner of which was soaked into coffee stains.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling, and suddenly chuckled.
That's it?
A poor young man from a working-class family, living in a dilapidated old apartment, whose bank account balance was roughly equivalent to the cost of one maintenance service for his Cayenne, yet he ran a Taobao store selling sexy lingerie.
Sexy lingerie.
Zhou Minghui pondered those four words over and over in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more absurd it seemed.
Su Qianqian...the only daughter of the chairman of the Su Group, one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country.
He actually sat down to eat and chat with a poor guy who sells sexy lingerie.
Zhou Minghui originally thought that Lin Bei might be a low-profile rich second-generation.
Or at least, they come from a family with some connections.
He even had a list of several local entrepreneurs' surnames in his mind.
Is the Lin family involved in building materials, auto parts, or logistics?
The result is neither.
This person is nobody.
Zhou Minghui was somewhat disappointed.
If he were to deal with this kind of person, he wouldn't need to use his father's connections and resources at all; he could easily make it impossible for him to stay in S City with just a few simple tricks.
The guys who were pursuing Su Qianqian before all came from good families, and he used a lot of connections to suppress them.
Lin Bei, a lowly ant, is worlds apart from those people.