Chapter 273 Have You Fallen to the Point of Driving a Bentley?

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"You... you're the wealthy investor from Jiangnan City?" Zheng Hefeng's smile instantly froze on his face. He had heard from his father that even the mayor was taking this project very seriously. Just last night, he had received a call from the mayor. Would the mayor pay such attention if it was an ordinary project? Zheng Hefeng also knew that, supposedly, the investor was a native of Dongji City, who seemed to be prospering so much that he decided to contribute to the development of his hometown, and the construction of this 800-acre factory area was just the beginning. If this project were completed well enough, perhaps there would be other construction projects in the future that would also be handed over to their Haisheng Group. But he never would have imagined that this so-called wealthy businessman was none other than the world's richest man, Zhang Menglong! Although Zheng Hefeng's family was well-off, under normal circumstances, he should have had no dealings with Zhang Menglong. You're ultra-rich, I'm slightly rich; we each take our own paths under the heavens. Yet Chen Qiuyi and her chubby boyfriend actually knew Zhang Menglong, and that instantly made things complicated. If they truly had a good relationship, perhaps Zhang Menglong could make their company lose this huge contract with just a few words—a project worth tens of billions. Even his father would have trouble explaining this to the other shareholders at the shareholders' meeting. "I think I just heard you say that my friends are inept and belong to the lower rungs of society?" Zhang Menglong said, looking at Zheng Hefeng with a very peculiar gaze.@@@@ "Mr. Zhang, I..." "You know who I am, right?" Zhang Menglong asked. Zheng Hefeng nodded. Zhang Menglong, the world's richest man—who didn't know him? He had acquired Weibo, transformed NetEase Music into NetEase Footsteps, and single-handedly stirred up the entire economic system of Qingqiu Country, to the point where national leaders came out to sing "Conquest" as an apology. In Huaxia, it would probably be impossible to find a young person who hasn't heard of Zhang Menglong. "Good that you know," Zhang Menglong said, "these two are my classmates, from childhood to adulthood. Do you think my classmates would just be ordinary people?" This statement suddenly astonished the surrounding people—all their previous guesses were correct. How could people who had connections with Zhang Menglong be ordinary? Now, Zhang Menglong had come forward and acknowledged this fact himself. "What are you two thinking, holding onto billions in inheritance and interning at such a tiny company?" Zhang Menglong turned to Chen Qiuyi and Xing Zhe and said. "Huh?" Both of them looked stunned. Billions in inheritance? They wouldn't dare dream of such wealth. If they had billions, who would want to work? Wouldn't it be delightful to live a carefree life of eating and sleeping, being a happy slug? "Quick, look, they're coming this way!" Under the gaze of a hundred pairs of eyes, the four cars slowly stopped in front of Xing Zhe. The car doors opened slowly, and out stepped an elderly man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties and several individuals in black suits with the look of bodyguards. "Menglong, isn't that the security uncle from your community..." Lu Yiyao quickly covered her mouth. "Shh!" Zhang Menglong quickly gave Lu Yiyao a look. The old man walked up to Xing Zhe, bowed to him respectfully, which frightened Xing Zhe so much he couldn't help but step back several paces. What was going on? The suit the old man wore was probably more expensive than what he could buy with ten years of salary, and the watch on his wrist, it seemed to be a Patek Philippe. Xing Zhe wasn't sure about the price of the watch, but had he not seen pigs run even if he had never eaten pork? Watches of this brand, he heard, were often only seen at auctions, costing millions as a matter of course. Such a person was showing him this much respect? "Young master, please stop being mad at the old master!" the elderly man said, "Even if you don't want to inherit the family business, there's no need to come to this shabby company and suffer! If it weren't for Mr. Zhang telling me today, I wouldn't have known you had suffered such grievances here!" "What?" Xing Zhe's facial expression became incredibly vivid. What was happening? Old master? Young master? His mother was a full-time housewife and his father was a seafood seller at the aquatic market. How had he suddenly become a young master? What family business did his family have that he could inherit? Could it be the tiny stall that wasn't even five square meters? Even if it were that stall, it was only rented in the seafood market. But compared to Xing Zhe, the rest of the people were even more shocked. Xing Zhe's company had some cooperation with Haisheng Group, so there were some people from Xing Zhe's company at Haisheng Group, and coincidentally, Xing Zhe's supervisor was there today! Just now, when Xing Zhe was getting an earful from Zheng Hefeng here, he didn't dare to utter a sound; he was just a minor supervisor, and given the scale of their company, even the company's president wouldn't dare to act rashly inside Haisheng Group. And now, everything was turned upside down. The meek and hardworking chubby guy in the company, who was just trying to get a permanent position, turned out to be a person sitting on a fortune worth billions! He even didn't want to inherit his own family's wealth. Their little company actually had such an important figure? In an instant, he became panicked. He hadn't been easy on Xing Zhe with the workload in the past. Surely Xing Zhe couldn't have remembered it all, could he? "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" While everyone was in shock, Zhang Menglong walked over to Xing Zhe and patted his shoulder, speaking in a tone of regret. "Xing Zhe, what's the big deal about graduating from college? After not seeing you for four years, you've actually stooped to driving Bentleys?"

Chapter 273 Have You Fallen to the Point of Driving a Bentley?

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