booktalesy Chapter 80: The Rich Second Generation's Money Offensive Met with a Slap in the Face
Chapter 80: The Rich Second Generation's Money Offensive Met with a Slap in the Face
Zhou Minghui sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, tapped the sofa with his hand, and remained silent in thought.
After a while.
Zhou Minghui picked up his phone and dialed a number.
The call was answered after only two rings.
"Hey, young master!"
Zhou Minghui began expressionlessly, "Keep an eye on Lin Bei and figure out his activity patterns over the past week."
"You have to record what time you leave home each day, where you go, and who you meet."
"Especially those people who are close to him, find out all of them thoroughly."
"Yes, young master!" came the immediate reply from the other end of the phone.
Zhou Minghui hung up the phone, threw it on the table, and got up to walk to the French windows.
Outside the window is the gray skyline of this second-tier city.
In the distance, tower cranes on several high-rise buildings under construction are slowly turning.
A sneer appeared on Zhou Minghui's lips.
Since Su Qianqian likes it, she can hang out with people from the lower class.
He wouldn't mind letting Su Qianqian see just how utterly vulnerable the poor boy she had her eye on was in front of him.
……
It was evening.
Lin Bei returned from driving school after completing his third driving test.
The coach had him run three laps on the public road today, practicing lane changes, overtaking, and parking.
Each item was naturally completed in one go.
Whether Lin Bei goes to driving school or not is no longer important; all that's left is to take the driving test.
Once you've passed the third part of the driving test, you've got your driver's license.
Lin Bei got off the bus at the entrance of the residential area, stretched his left leg which was a little sore from pressing the clutch.
He was about to walk into the residential area when he caught a glimpse of a black Porsche Cayenne parked on the side of the road.
Ok? !
Isn't this the car that the man surnamed Zhou was driving a few days ago?
Lin Bei looked closely and saw Zhou Minghui leaning against the car door with a cigarette between his fingers.
The sleeves of his dark gray shirt were rolled up to his forearms, and the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist reflected the sunlight.
He saw Lin Bei walking over from the bus stop, flicked his cigarette butt on the ground, rubbed it with his leather shoe, and then raised his chin at Lin Bei.
"Lin Bei, right?"
"Do you have time to chat for a bit?"
Lin Bei glanced at him, but didn't stop walking.
Who are you?
"Zhou Minghui, son of the chairman of Zhou's Industrial Group." He pronounced the word "general manager" very clearly, as if he were reading a business card.
"You may not have heard of them, but you definitely know the Su family."
"My dad and Su Qianqian's dad have been business partners for many years, and our families are old friends."
When Zhou Minghui spoke, he emphasized the words "family friends" again, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Moreover, he paused deliberately at this point, waiting to see Lin Bei's reaction.
As a result, Lin Bei's face did not show any of the expression he had expected.
There was no surprise, no awe, and he didn't even raise an eyebrow.
Seeing this, Zhou Minghui just wanted to curse.
Ignoring it again!
He was ignored again.
Suppressing his anger, Zhou Minghui continued, "I came to see you today because I want to make friends with you and give you some advice."
"A woman of Su Qianqian's caliber is not someone of your status to approach."
"You should also know how many steps are between you two."
"She's only with you for a few days because it's new and exciting. Once she gets tired of it, you won't even be worthy of carrying her shoes."
Upon hearing this, Lin Bei finally stopped and turned to look at him directly.
"You mean, you want me to stay away from Su Qianqian?"
"No." Zhou Minghui took out a check from his suit pocket and flicked it with his finger.
With a "snap!" the piece of paper made a crisp sound in the air.
He handed over the check with an elegant gesture, as if he were handing over a business card.
I want to give you a chance.
"There's 300,000 in here. You might not earn that much even if you worked hard for a year with your Taobao store."
"Take this money, close the online store, and never see Su Qianqian again. It's better for both of you."
Lin Bei looked down at the check but did not reach out to take it.
He looked up at Zhou Minghui and suddenly smiled.
So that's what they were planning.
"Young Master Zhou, right?" Lin Bei's lips curled up slightly as he said, "There's something I've never understood, and since I've run into you today, I'd like to ask you about it in person."
Zhou Minghui flicked the check in his hand and sneered, "Speak freely."
Lin Bei asked, "Did Su Qianqian drink the Starbucks you bought for her at the mall last time?"
The smile on Zhou Minghui's face froze instantly.
The check was still between his fingers, his fingers frozen in mid-air.
"And I heard that the bouquet of flowers you left at the Su family's door this morning, did the housekeeper put it away in the storage room again?"
Lin Bei put one hand into his pants pocket and continued, "I heard that there are several orange boxes piled up in that storage room, all of them were gifts from you, and Su Qianqian hasn't even opened them."
"You've given so many gifts and spent so much money, and you haven't even gotten a sip of water in return. You still think money can solve this problem?"
Zhou Ming's composure finally crumbled.
He took half a step forward, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of threat, "Lin Bei, you'd better not be too arrogant."
"I'm here to give you face, so don't refuse a toast only to suffer the consequences."
"If I wanted to mess with you, I had a hundred ways to do it, and you wouldn't even have a chance to fight back."
"Then go ahead and do it." Lin Bei looked into Zhou Minghui's eyes, without backing down or raising his voice.
He's a reincarnated being, why would he be afraid of a small threat from the other party?
"But let me make one thing clear first: no matter what you do to me, Su Qianqian won't even glance at you."
"You've been in S City for several days now, how many words has Su Qianqian said to you?"
"She said a few words to me, I haven't counted them, but that's the difference."
"It has nothing to do with money, it has to do with people."
After Lin Bei finished speaking, he turned and walked into the residential area.
He took two steps and then stopped, turning his head as if he had suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, by the way, the number on that check you just made me very disappointed."
"The only daughter of the chairman of the Su Group and the son of the chairman of Zhou's Industrial Group, she drives a Porsche and wears a Vacheron Constantin, but only gives him 300,000 yuan as a breakup fee."
"What about your perspective?"
Soon, Lin Bei's figure disappeared at the entrance of the residential area.
Zhou Minghui stood alone next to the Porsche, his fingers still in the same position as when he was holding the check.
The thin piece of paper had been crumpled into a tangled mess by him.
He looked down at the wad of scrap paper in his hand, then looked up at the closed gate of the residential complex.
Zhou Minghui originally intended to bribe the other party to make them back down.
The result was the opposite; they were mocked for having a narrow perspective.
This was unlike any of the scripts he had anticipated.
The poor boy was greedy for money, so he accepted the check.
Either fear his power and obediently withdraw.
There's no reason to educate him the other way around.
Zhou Minghui stuffed the wad of checks into his pocket, opened the car door, and got in.
When he started the engine, he pressed the accelerator twice as hard as usual.
"Boom boom boom..."
The Porsche's exhaust pipes left a series of deep roars at the entrance of the residential area.