Chapter 377 The Red Rope of the Zodiac Year Two women and two stories, this is Chen Zhuo's New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. Chen was somewhat caught off guard and didn't know whether these people would still be there during next year's Spring Festival. This is normal. We are all still friends, and something like that that would lead to a break in contact shouldn't happen. I can understand that you are not here, after all, the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year. Anyway, what is certain is that the first day of the new year is the "dividing line" of the winter vacation. As long as the first day of the new year has not passed, I always feel that the holiday is very long. But after the first day of the new year, time is like water through your fingers, there is still a lot when you scoop it up, but it leaks out very quickly. Soon all that was left were wet holiday memories. Sun Yat-sen University starts school on February 2th, and most colleges and universities in Guangzhou start on the same day because it is a Monday. However, with this identity, Chen is destined to not be able to enjoy his vacation like normal college students.

On February 2, the second day of the Chinese New Year, Suhui started work. Zeng Kun, Xia Huilan, Song Qing, Zhang Guangfeng and others are considered the company's leadership, and they all reported on time. Yao Lan, Xiang Qing, Lu Fan, Feng Zhuolin and Huo Qiaoling were the second batch of customer service staff, and they were also present. When we recruit more people after the New Year, these people will become old employees. As for Fang Qing, Zhuang Mengshi and Ning Lianlian, they are not from Guangzhou and they are celebrating the festival in their hometown. My second sister Mao Xintong is also still in Heyuan, but I heard that she has bought a ticket back to Guangzhou for the third day of the junior high school entrance examination. Chen gave everyone 100 yuan in red envelopes, and then accepted 20 yuan red envelopes from several married people. After all the calculation, he still lost a lot. Firecrackers are not allowed inside the Science and Technology Valley Park, so everyone gathered outside for lunch to celebrate the start of work in the new year. The business process of Zhongda Learning Network has become very stable. It now has nearly 4500 annual members, of which about 4000 are in Guangzhou. Winter vacation is the golden period for students to make up for their lessons. With the help of advertisements and the praises of parents, the conversion rate of annual members is very high. The income from retrospective visits is also good. In addition to the huge membership fee of 4500*399, the company will charge a certain agency fee every time a tutor is arranged to come to the home. The employees were all excited because this meant another big profit. Zhang Guangfeng often sighed that he never expected a website could generate so much revenue. Chen smiled and said, "Is that too much?" After all, Director Chen had seen a lot of the world and had participated in the construction of projects worth hundreds of millions or even tens of billions of dollars, so he didn't think that the development of Su Hui was too exaggerated. Besides, Taobao is essentially just a website, but how much economic value has it created? How many people has it supported? Including the later TikTok, it is even just a mobile application software, but it can make Zhang Yiming the richest man in the country. In addition to work, Chen Zhuo also makes some necessary visits. For example, my high school head teacher Cao Jingjun, after the New Year, Chen bought some gifts and made an appointment to visit his home. Now Lao Cao is no longer of much help to Chen Zhuo's career, because even Teacher Qi Zheng can't keep up with Chen Zhuo's development pace.

However, Chen Zhe is not the kind of stingy person who "uses you in the front and does not need you to stay behind". On the contrary, the less conflicts of interest there are, the more comfortable they get along with each other. When Chen arrived at Lao Cao's house, he happened to meet some parents from Zhizhong who were also giving gifts, hoping to find more opportunities for their children's future. Cao Jingjun's attitude towards them was quite cold, which was not a sign of unwillingness to help, but a gesture of control. And in front of these parents, Lao Cao praised Chen Zhuo unreservedly. It's as if this is a ready-made example. Just listen to him. The present Chen Zhe is the future of your children! In addition to Cao Jingjun, Chen Zhuo also had a meal with Liang Zhuang, the son of Liang Haoqun, the deputy director of the TV station. This was a meeting that was arranged long before the New Year. Senior Brother Liang had good intentions. He saw in Chen Zhu what a "super potential stock" was, and asked Liang Zhuang and Chen Zhu to get to know each other so that they could become familiar with each other. In addition, I also hope that my son, who has studied abroad for many years but cannot speak fluent English, can learn from the strengths of others. You should know that Chen Zhuo is four or five years younger than Liang Zhuang. However, Liangzhuang has a common problem among young people - having high expectations but poor skills, or having a high opinion of themselves. Anyway, when Chen was trying to find a topic to talk about politely, Liang Zhuang took out his cell phone and started sending messages and playing games, looking like he didn't want to talk to him. If it were Liang Haoqun, he would not mind at all with a smile on his face. But this is my son! How could Chen Zhuo be polite to his son? He simply didn't bother to coax her anymore, so he asked the waiter for a bowl of rice, finished his meal, wiped his mouth, found an excuse to pay the bill and left. Leaving behind the stupid son who was halfway through pretending to be cool and was just left there. When Liang Zhuang returned home, Liang Haoqun asked how the two had talked. Liang Zhuang angrily complained that Chen Zhe was a rude person. Liang Haoqun and Chen Zhuo have had many contacts and know that this junior brother is ambitious, has a vision and is capable, but he does not have an air of arrogance. This is most likely a problem caused by Liang Zhuang. Liang Haoquan felt it was a pity that there was no spark of friendship between his son and Chen Zhuo. He sighed and said, "You will definitely regret it in the future." "What do I regret? Isn't he just setting up a small website?" Liang Zhuang said disdainfully: "I will graduate in June this year. You can gather some resources for me. When I return to China, I will also start a business. I will easily surpass that pretty boy!" "I found resources for you, but you didn't even cherish them!" Liang Haoquan said bluntly: "What else do you want me to do? Your father is just a deputy director of a TV station under the propaganda department of the municipal government, not the mayor of Guangzhou!" "When did you find it for me?" Liang Zhuang was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted: "Is it that... Chen Zhe who is just a freshman?" "I told you to read more books on traditional culture, but you just wouldn't listen! Do you know what the I Ching means by 'Hidden Dragon in the Abyss'?" Liang Haoquan shook his head and said, "Chen Zhe has not yet fully risen to power. If you can make a good friend of him, you will be much more respected than if you try to get close to him after he becomes successful."

"dad." Liang Zhuang was very confused: "Do you think highly of Chen Zhe?" "The TV station is a show where people come and go. Under the spotlight, there are all kinds of people." Liang Haoquan sighed and said, "I have seen countless people in the station, so there will be no deviation with Chen Zhe. When he finishes his four years of college, I guess I will have to make an appointment in advance to see him." "Huh? Are you kidding me?" Liang Zhuang thought his father was joking. …… Chen Zhe didn't even know that Senior Brother Liang spoke so highly of him behind his back. Of course, this may also be to use "other people's children" to inspire Liang Zhuang, hoping that he will learn from his mistakes and make progress. After the start of work, Chen Zhuo often traveled between his home and the Science and Technology Valley, and sometimes he would go back to the dormitory to take a nap at noon. The CUHK campus is deserted during the Chinese New Year. Walking on the familiar Yixian Avenue, the surrounding buildings are still the same buildings, the buildings are still the same buildings, and even the flowers and plants seem to have not changed. But the former students seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and it felt like a science fiction blockbuster had happened to me. Occasionally, you would run into one or two people at the library or cafeteria entrance. When they passed each other, they were curious about each other's identity and the reason for staying in school. Unfortunately, this leisurely day was broken by a phone call from Wan Xulin before it lasted more than two days. He said he had returned to Guangzhou. Years ago, Wan Xulin was sent to Macau by Chen Zhuo to carry out an important mission - "fraud on orders from the emperor", and he was also allocated a fraud fund of 100,000 yuan. During this period, he didn't call back once, and Chen Zhuo was so careless that he seemed to have forgotten about this incident. "Where are you?" Chen asked. "I just arrived at the Provincial Bus Station." Wan Xulin hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry..." When Chen heard the word "I'm sorry", he knew that things were not going so smoothly. But the task itself was difficult, and failure was to be expected. Chen Zhuo has actually been a leader, and he knows very well that an excellent leader must have the courage to tolerate the failures of his subordinates. Chen had met some leaders of very low level. Once their subordinates messed up something, they would scold or even punish them without knowing the truth. In fact, sometimes it is really caused by objective reasons.

Their reaction of only focusing on results seems to be that they have high demands and standards for their work. In fact, it will only lead to the subordinates' first thought when they do things next time is not to try their best to complete the task, but to think about how to escape punishment or shift the blame to others if they fail. Chen Zhuo came from such an environment, so how could he bring the seeds of such negative influence into the company? So without giving Wan Xulin a chance to apologize, Chen Zhuo interrupted directly and said, "I haven't seen my daughter for so long, you should go to the hospital to visit Xiaochan first." "Mr. Chen..." Wan Xulin wanted to say something else. "Go." Chen said gently: "I'll be there later." Wan Xulin then stopped insisting. After hanging up the phone, Chen Zhu leaned back in his chair and thought deeply. The guiding principle I gave to Wan Xulin was "be polite before using force", and it would be fine if he could first purchase even a single flower painting from Gao Lijie in a legitimate manner. If that doesn't work, then let Wan Xulin use his "expertise" to "ask" for a painting from Gao Lijie. However, judging from Wan Xulin's reaction, both methods must have failed. "If it doesn't work, we may have to ask Professor Guan to step in." Chen was thinking about the feasibility of this step. After all, Professor Guan Yongyi is now the leader of the Lingnan School of Painting, and is most likely the behind-the-scenes sponsor of the Gao Jianfu Cultural Center. With this connection, and the fact that I just wanted to buy a painting, Gao Lijie could disown me, but he couldn't lose face for Professor Guan. After making the decision, Chen packed up and headed to Sun Yat-sen University Affiliated High School. Wan Xulin arrived earlier than Chen Zhuo by subway, and the hospital was much quieter during the New Year than usual. The sun sank a little in the afternoon, and in the dim corridor of the inpatient department, there was a foggy feeling of emptiness. The shiny floor tiles reflected the desolation in the air, and the reassuring smell of disinfectant lingered in the nose. Wan Xulin came to the outside of the hematology ward. Because it was so quiet, he heard his daughter's familiar voice in the corridor. "Sister Qing." Wan Yuchan said pitifully, "Can I please not take such bitter medicine?" "no!" One person firmly refused. "This is a prescription that Mr. Chen got from an old Chinese doctor through connections. He usually serves senior leaders, so there's no way he'd treat ordinary people like us." She coaxed Wan Yuchan: "There are also donkey-hide gelatin and ginseng here. This bowl is more valuable than gold. Drink it quickly!" Wan Xulin recognized the voice, it seemed to be a female employee named "Song Qing".

Although he is young, he is very steady in his work and has won the trust of the big boss. Before Wan Xulin went to Macau, this girl and Ms. Chen often came to accompany Wan Yuchan. "I didn't expect... Mr. Chen spent so much money on Xiaochan again." Wan Xulin suddenly felt very ashamed and had a sense of guilt that he could not face Chen Zhuo again. Ever since Wan Yuchan was admitted to the First Affiliated Hospital of Sun Yat-sen University, Wan Xulin has not had to worry about any of the medical expenses or hospitalization fees, including coordinating expert consultations and medical treatment. If you want to cure leukemia, under current medical conditions, you need to replace the bone marrow, which is another huge expense. However, Mr. Chen took the initiative to express that he would take full responsibility. But I haven’t even completed the first task assigned by Mr. Chen. "Haven't you already made up your mind to pay with your life? I don't know why you should back off?" Wan Xulin lowered his head and spat at himself in disgust. "...Okay then, I'll drink it." Although Wan Yuchan in the ward is only 7 years old, her mother left her and ran away from home after she became seriously ill, and her father was often working outside. She has experienced a lot of human suffering at a young age. She probably knew how hard it was to get this bowl of medicine, so she picked it up and gulped it down. Wan Xulin was standing outside and seemed to be able to smell a bitter smell mixed with a strong medicinal aroma. After a while, Wan Yuchan probably finished drinking it while holding her breath, and put the bowl down, gasping for breath. "Hurry, hurry, eat candy!" Song Qing quickly peeled a candy and stuffed it into Wan Yuchan's mouth. After Wan Yuchan drank the bitter medicine and ate the candy, her mouth was drooling and making a hissing sound. "It sounds like piglets eating food in a trough." Song Qing said with a smile. "No~, I'm not a pig!" Wan Yuchan shouted and refused to agree. "You are what you are." Song Qing reached out to tickle Wan Yuchan's armpits, deliberately teasing the little sister who had a bitter taste in her mouth. "goose……" Wan Yuchan rolled over on the hospital bed to avoid it. The laughter from the heart reached Wan Xulin's ears outside the door, and he couldn't help but smile. Just as he was about to go in, he suddenly heard Song Qing ask, "Are you able to adapt to eating at Professor Zeng's house during the Spring Festival this year?"

Wan Xulin paused for a moment. When he was in Macau, he thought about calling his daughter and wishing her a "Happy New Year". But after much hesitation, I finally gave up the idea. What he was doing in Macau was a fraud. If it was accidentally exposed, it was very likely that Wan Yuchan would be involved. Another reason is that when he is "doing things" outside, Wan Xulin doesn't want to be distracted too much by family affection. "So, Xiaochan didn't spend the Spring Festival alone in the ward, but was taken to someone else's home?" Wan Xulin thought silently. I don't have any acquaintances in Guangzhou, so this must be Mr. Chen's arrangement. "Of course I adapt!" Wan Yuchan said in the excited tone of a child describing something new: "Uncle Zeng and his family are so nice to me. They don't eat spicy food, but Aunt Xia learned how to make spicy soup for me!" "And the beautiful sister Zeng Yumin, who secretly took me to watch movies on the computer at night, and said that she and her classmates were waiting for a game with a red-nosed mole as the protagonist." "On the first day of the new year, I received red envelopes from Uncle Zeng and Aunt Xia! If I hadn't needed an injection, they wouldn't have wanted me to come back!" "Sister Qing..." As Wan Yuchan spoke, her voice gradually became quieter. "what happened?" Song Qing responded. “I’ve never received a red envelope before.” Wan Yuchan said softly: "After I came to Guangzhou, you gave me so many red envelopes. I was so happy that I wanted to die immediately. That way, I wouldn't die of illness and pain, but die happily..." "Don't say such things again!" Song Qing suddenly interrupted angrily. She knew what disease Wan Yuchan had. Extremely dangerous. It could get worse at any time. Even in a hospital of the level of Sun Yat-sen University First Affiliated Hospital, professors cannot guarantee the cure. During this period of time, everyone fell in love with this well-behaved but ill-fated little girl. Now, her seemingly casual words reflect her calm attitude towards death. How old is she? I just turned eight after the Chinese New Year! This is not sensible.

Rather, it is a resistance to "living" that develops in the young heart after being pricked with needles countless times, being tortured to death by illness countless times, and crying secretly in the dark countless times. Although I don’t understand death. But I am no longer afraid of death. "Xiaochan, sister wants to tell you..." Song Qing sniffed, her voice choked with sobs: "You will definitely be cured. The doctor said that as long as we actively cooperate with the treatment, eat more meat and vegetables and take medicine on time, we can transplant the bone marrow as soon as a matching match is found." "You will be able to study like other children soon. I will give you a big red envelope every Spring Festival!" "We all like you so much. Sister Xintong will bring you fried dried fish from Heyuan tonight. Don't you want to play games with Sister Yumin?" "Sister Qing, I'm sorry, please stop crying, okay..." Wan Yuchan saw Song Qing crying, and she cried while she adorably stretched out her little hands to wipe Song Qing's tears. Wan Xulin, who was standing at the door, suddenly walked away quickly and came to the stairs. When he looked up, he was already in tears. He was afraid of scaring his daughter so he didn't make a sound. He just opened his mouth and cried silently, letting the tears flow down his cheeks into his mouth. The salty taste was like sea water choking my nasal cavity, making me feel suffocated and unable to breathe. Wan Xulin was sad, heartbroken, and even more distressed. His daughter must have had this thought when she was in the hospital in her hometown. The treatment there was rough, the doctors were not good enough, and I didn’t have the energy to stay with them. With her small body, she often had to lie alone on the wide hospital bed that was as big as the sea. In winter, the bed is still cold when I wake up in the morning; In the summer, family members in the same ward would sit on her bed and chat, but she didn't dare say anything and just huddled aside like an abandoned little bird. Going in and out of the ICU again and again is her most profound memory of her childhood. It was not until she came to Guangzhou and was pampered by so many people that, comparing the past and the present, Wan Yuchan suddenly felt that it would be best to "die now". At least she was happy at this moment. "vomit……" When a person is extremely sad, he or she will feel extremely nauseous all over the body. Wan Xulin is in this situation now. He bent over and retched for a long time. His chest was almost pulled apart. Because he didn't eat anything, he only vomited a little bile in the end. However, after crying like a vent, Wan Xulin sat there for a long while, and his bloodshot eyes slowly became firm. As if he had made up his mind, he returned to the corridor and reluctantly listened to his daughter's conversation for a while. Wan Yuchan asked: "Sister Qing, what do you think of this rope?" Song Qing replied: "It looks very nice. I don't have your dexterous hands and patience." Wan Yuchan was a little embarrassed: "It was Sister Xintong who helped me." "It's mainly because you have the heart..."

Song Qing praised. Wan Xulin didn't hear what was said afterwards. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer his heart would waver, so he left resolutely. I got on the bus again at the hospital entrance and returned to the bus station. There is a constant stream of traffic outside the window, and the sound of horns on the road seems to never stop. The bright winter sun shines down like a blurry transition shot in a movie, engraving the desolate memories that emerge from time to time. At this time, Chen Zhuo called. Wan Xulin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and pressed the answer button: "Hello, boss." "Where are you?" Chen Zhuo still didn't know anything. He shouted, "I'm at the hospital entrance. Let's go in together." "I'm going back." Wan Xulin responded in a deep voice. "go back?" Chen was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion: "Where to go back? Didn't you see Xiaochan?" "I've seen it." Wan Xulin took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then started talking about serious matters. "When I was in Macau a while ago, I pretended to be a Chinese businessman from Vietnam. I met a lot of people there and also came into contact with Gao Lijie." Wan Xulin said: "Because of my deliberate flattery, we got along well with each other and even visited his home..." Chen listened calmly. He felt that there was something wrong with Wan Xulin's condition. It seemed that he had just cried, and there was a strong nasal tone when he spoke. "But Gao Lijie doesn't want to sell his father's paintings now. He thinks they may increase in value many times in a hundred years." Wan Xulin said: "No matter how many ways I tried to persuade and coax him, he wouldn't agree, so after thinking about it, there might be only one way." There was a subtle signal of "farewell" in Wan Xulin's tone. Chen Zhuo instantly became alert: "What are you going to do?" "In order to avoid causing you trouble, I won't go into details." Wan Xulin paused for a moment, and his tone suddenly softened: "Boss, if I can't go back, please take care of Xiaochan. I know you are all kind people, and Xiaochan will definitely not be wronged in Suhui..." "Don't do anything stupid. It's not worth it for just a few paintings." Chen Zhuo felt something was wrong the more he listened, and frowned as he said, "There must be other ways to get it, or even if I don't want it, it's no big deal." "Gao Lijie is a bit stubborn, and it may be difficult to persuade him." Wan Xulin said this, and suddenly he seemed to be relieved: "Mr. Chen, thank you again!" "Wait a minute! Xiaochan has prepared a gift for you..."

Chen called out quickly. "Beep beep..." It’s a pity that Wan Xulin had already hung up the phone. When Chen called again, the phone was turned off. "Fuck! What are you doing on New Year's Day?" Chen was a little annoyed. Judging from the fact that he got Tang Quan in, Wan Xulin must have some skills. Although "taking down" Senior Brother Zheng Wenlong is a very important matter, it is definitely not worth risking everything. There is still a long way to go, and the retrospective project is just in its infancy. Some dark sides always need a suitable person to deal with them, and Wan Xulin is the candidate Chen prefers. "Hey~" Chen Zhuo sighed. It was no use saying more now because he couldn't contact the person anymore. After standing at the hospital entrance for a while with his hands on his hips, Chen Zhuo walked to the hematology department of the inpatient department. "Sister Li, you're still on duty." Chen's complexion had returned to normal and he greeted a nurse on duty. "Hey, Mr. Chen is here." The nurse responded with a smile. This is how Chen Zhuo socialized. He first got to know the director of the Department of Hematology through the relationship with Empress Dowager Mao. Then, through daily greetings, casual chats, handing out red envelopes during the Spring Festival, occasionally treating people to milk tea... these seemingly careless little things, he became very familiar with everyone in the department. Of course, the purpose of getting to know people is not to become a doctor in the future. But if there are any small requests, they can be met with the small favors that have been saved. Just like today, Chen asked the nurse on duty: "Sister Li, has anyone visited Wan Yuchan in 310 just now?" "It seems... there is a middle-aged man." The nurse tilted her head and thought for a moment: "But he was standing in the corridor outside, and then he just left." "Oh~" Chen Zhao suddenly realized that Wan Xulin did not enter the ward, so he did not see Wan Yuchan at all. "what happened?" the nurse asked with concern. "nothing." Chen made up an excuse: "He is my friend. He felt it was not good to come to visit a patient empty-handed, so he went out to buy some fruit."

"You business people are so polite." The nurse said with a smile. In daily chats, these nurses all know that Chen Zhe is not only a college student, but also the founder of Zhongda Learning Network. After getting to know each other, they preferred to call him "Mr. Chen" with a kind of intimate joking tone. "I understand. Sister Li is subtly criticizing me for not being polite recently." Chen Zhuo immediately said, "I'll pay for your afternoon tea today." "I don't mean that, but if Mr. Chen wants to treat me, I won't refuse~" The nurse gave him a charming look that seemed to be smiling and angry. Just like middle-aged men would start to make fun of pretty girls when they see them, these sisters in their 20s would also subconsciously make some teasing remarks when they meet a handsome and sunny male college student like Chen. After chatting with the nurse on duty, Chen Zhuo walked towards Ward 310. He didn't need to hide his movements as nervously as Wan Xulin did, so his footsteps could be heard from far away in the ward. "Brother Chen!" Wan Yuchan called out happily. "Xiaochan, good afternoon! You look good today." Chen responded gently, and his face showed no emotion from the previous moment. Since coming to Guangzhou, Wan Yuchan's complexion has gradually become rosier because of her improved nutrition and medical care. Thinking back to how she looked when I first saw her, the seven-year-old girl was so thin that she seemed only four or five years old, lying listlessly in Wan Xulin's arms. I was really worried that if the wind was a little strong, she might be blown away. "Mr. Chen." Song Qing also stood up and greeted. Chen nodded to his general and reached out to pick up a red rope on the bed. It’s weaving like a traditional Chinese knot, but this one is tied around the wrist. The red tassels hanging down are like the care and blessings of loved ones. "Xiaochan has almost finished editing it." Chen held it in his hand and examined it for a moment, then gave a thumbs up and said, "It's exactly the same as the one sold in the store!" "That's right." Song Qing also encouraged her: "If her father knew that he could receive such a gift from his daughter in his zodiac year, I wonder how happy he would be." "Sending a red string in the year of birth" is also a traditional custom. In some places, people may also have to wear red underwear or red socks. Unfortunately, not only did Wan Xulin not see it, he might even have forgotten that this year was his zodiac year. "Brother Chen."

Wan Yuchan also looked up and asked innocently, "When will Dad be back?" Wan Yuchan knew that her father should be working for this brother. I just don't know what to do specifically. In fact, no one knew throughout the entire history that Wan Xulin was a bit like a "non-staff member", but his daughter was very close to everyone. "almost." Chen said with a smile, as if answering but not answering: "I can wear it when he comes back." "Yeah~" Wan Yuchan happily made a scissors gesture: "I hope I can see my father tomorrow!" The wind blew in through the window, bringing with it a slight evening chill. Song Qing was worried that Wan Yuchan would catch a cold, so she walked over and closed the window. Only the "Birth Year Red Rope" in Chen's hand swayed gently a few times, like the sound of a bell in another time and space, responding to the prayers of the seriously ill girl. …… After Chen Zhuo returned from the hospital, he started following "Australia Asia Television" that evening. Macau Asia Television is an official television station in Macau, reporting on current affairs on the island every day. If Wan Xulin really wants to do something, it will definitely be on the news here. Because Macau is so small. It used to be a small fishing village surrounded by the sea. How big an area can you expect for a city built on the basis of a "village" to have? To be more specific, it is only 1/220 the size of Guangzhou and about half the size of Pudong Airport. So for Macau people, one channel, Asia Pacific Television, is enough to watch local news. It’s just that this TV station cannot be seen in other provinces, and Guangzhou is allowed to purchase the broadcasting rights because of its geographical proximity. On the evening that Wan Xulin went to Macau, there was no special news on Macau Asia Television. But the next morning, when Chen Zhuo turned on the TV again, a short message soon caught Chen Zhuo's attention. The host read the script and said: Mr. Gao, who lives in Guang Fook Cheung Garden in Areia Preta, called the police in the morning. A thief broke into his house last night and stole four precious paintings left by his father. Through roadside surveillance, the police have identified the suspect. Deputy Director Ma Yaoquan of the Public Security Police Force said that the suspect has already traveled to Vietnam on a smuggling cargo ship. Next, we will cooperate with the Vietnamese police to bring him to justice as soon as possible. At the same time, Director Ma also reminded all residents to check door locks and windows before going to bed at night, and to call 999 immediately if something happens. The Public Security Bureau will crack down on illegal and criminal acts... "Fourth mate?" Chen Zhu was frightened and thought, is this your way? Based on the surname "Gao", the incident itself, and the address of Guang Fook Cheung Garden, Areia Preta, Chen was basically certain that the victim should be Gao Lijie. Needless to say, the thief is definitely Wan Xulin.

Sure enough, high-end scams are often carried out in the simplest way. No matter how high-tech or brain-burning the scam is, it can't compare to a small hammer in the middle of the night. "What are you looking at?" At this time, Chen Peisong walked out of the bedroom and saw his son sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking thoughtful. Old Chen glanced at the TV and saw that Australia Asia Television was already gossiping about the scandal between Jay Chou and Patty Hou. "Isn't Jay Chou's girlfriend Jolin Tsai?" Old Chen patted his belly and asked curiously. "Cai 10?" Chen stood up and handed the remote control to Lao Chen, curled his lips and said: "Jay Chou is Jay, not gay, and we have already broken up." "It does not make sense……" Old Chen didn't understand anything, but he could tell that his son was in a good mood. Chen Zhe was of course happy. Wan Xulin had smuggled into Vietnam without being caught, which meant that the four paintings would soon be in his hands. After school started after the winter vacation, it was almost a foregone conclusion that he would "capture" Brother Zheng Wenlong by catering to his preferences. If he doesn't approve a loan of more than 100 million yuan, you can only touch these paintings at best, and forget about owning them. As for whether Chen Zhuo would feel guilty for obtaining the painting in such a dishonorable way? That definitely won’t happen! A man was a civil servant leader in his previous life, and became an entrepreneur after his rebirth. It can be said that he has been working in the two industries that are most confusing between right and wrong. Would he feel guilty about this? This is pure nonsense. Not only did Chen not feel guilty, he even felt that in Gao Lijie's hands these paintings were just four useless pieces of paper. But in our own hands, it is no exaggeration to say that we can at least promote the rapid development of an industry, create tens of thousands of jobs, and boost the regional economy to a higher level. In the evening, Chen received a call that started with "0084" and sounded like garbled code. It was obviously a call from abroad. "Mr. Chen." Wan Xulin's furtive voice came from the receiver. "How does it feel to fight with the Macau police?" Chen sneered: "I don't know when you will have the trick of unlocking." "You, you know everything?" Wan Xulin was still thinking about giving a complete report, but he didn't expect that the boss already knew everything. “Horrible information channel!”

Wan Xulin secretly clicked his tongue, but this was also in line with the boss's usual labels of "young, mysterious, and powerful". In fact, Chen Zhuo is not as amazing as imagined. He just has a well-trained and meticulous brain that knows how to get the information he wants to know as quickly as possible. "Thanks to you, everything went well." Wan Xulin quickly flattered him. In fact, the whole process was thrilling. There were minor accidents from unlocking the lock to smuggling, but in the end it was considered a "good thing". "It has nothing to do with me." Chen Zhuo was not grateful: "If you want to thank someone, thank your daughter when you come back. She was lying in the hospital bed and remembered that this year is your zodiac year." "My zodiac year..." Wan Xulin was slightly stunned. He had indeed forgotten it. "You'll know when you come back." Chen Zhuo didn't plan to say more, so as not to ruin the tear-jerking scene of the father and daughter hugging each other and crying, and just asked: "When are we leaving?" "I'd like to wait a day or two." Wan Xulin said: "After making sure that the rumors will not spread to the mainland, I plan to return to China, probably after Valentine's Day." "Valentine's Day?" Chen was stunned for a moment, then he realized that Valentine's Day on February 2th was just around the corner! ······ (End of this chapter)