At the same time.
As his father, Zhang Ping, said this, a confident smile appeared on his face. *This brat thinks he can still get one over on me? His level is still far too low.*
He thought to himself.
Zhang Ping was prepared for his son, Zhang Wei, to beg for mercy. But in the next second.
Ding.
A notification sound came from his phone:
[Zhifu Bao transferred 100,000 yuan]
As the sound played,
His father, Zhang Ping, widened his eyes. Before he could process it, Zhang Wei’s voice came from the phone:
“I’ve transferred 100,000 yuan to you as hush money.”
“?????”
His father, Zhang Ping, wore a look of disbelief:
“Damn it, you little thief, you actually transferred it. No, you made money again? You’re still just a college student. Did you go pro?”
“Dad, what are you talking about, going pro?”
“I saw it on the news. Wasn’t there a competition in China this year, the s12? They called it the strongest before the match, but the Chinese team was annihilated afterward. Yet, the players are all earning tens of millions a year. Don’t you often play that game?”
“You mean LoL? I just play for fun, I’m not a pro. I’m just doing a business that helps people.”
“A business that helps people? Are you helping women with their physiological needs, or helping middle-aged women relieve their loneliness? You little thief, how long has it been since we last met, and you’ve become like this? Never mind all that, help more people, earn more money. My later life’s health and well-being depend on you.”
“Dad, what are you saying? If I were really doing that, could you spend this money with peace of mind?”
“Yes, I can, with complete peace of mind. I could even use it for prostitutes. Hey, you go do it, I’ll spend it and go whoring. The women will come to you, and it’ll be a perfect closed loop, driving an industry, hahaha.”
Speaking of which,
Both Zhang Wei and his father, Zhang Ping, burst into laughter at their own conversation.
In response,
Feng He Meizi, who had been listening to Zhang Wei’s phone call, looked over with curiosity. She tugged at Yu Xiao Qi’s hand and quietly asked:
“Xiao Qi, is Mr. Zhang Wei chatting with his dad? The atmosphere looks so good.”
“Yeah, Brother Wei is talking to his dad. They’re like that. When I used to go to the dorm to find Brother Wei, I’d see him chatting with his dad like this, they’d even bicker. They have a very good relationship. I’m like that with my dad too.”
“Is that so? I can’t be like that with my otousan (dad). Otousan is too strict, I don’t dare to be flippant. Speaking of which, Mr. Zhang Wei’s father is very impressive! He could raise Mr. Zhang Wei to be so powerful.”
“Brother Wei isn’t from a powerful family. He’s an independent cultivator. His dad seems to be an ordinary person.”
“Ah? An ordinary person? Really?”
Feng He Zheng Ren, who was also eavesdropping nearby, couldn’t help but open his mouth wide when he heard this.
In the eyes of the Feng He siblings, Zhang Wei’s power must have been supported by his family. After all, compared to ordinary families, children from powerful families rose faster and became stronger. This was a common phenomenon, and Zhang Wei could only be an exception.
“Yes, I used to think Brother Wei was from a powerful family. I asked the class monitor, but she said Zhang Wei isn’t from a major power, because she herself is from Longhu Mountain and knows the disciples of other powers. She hasn’t heard of Zhang Wei.”
“Zhang Wei-ge, sugoi!”
Feng He Zheng Ren said with admiration.
It was also at this moment.
Feng He Meizi curiously asked:
“Then, what does Mr. Zhang Wei’s father do?”
“Let me think… I remember Jun Fei told me. Oh, I remember now. I heard Brother Wei’s dad used to dig wells, but as times changed, he switched to contracting pipeline and other engineering projects. He’s a contractor.”
“Digging wells? Water wells? I saw that Lin Zhengying movie, they dug wells and set up altars, drawing Bagua diagrams. Does Mr. Zhang Wei’s dad do that too?”
“Yes, water wells. As for what Meizi said, that’s in the movies. But in ancient times, there must have been ways to find water wells. Ancient people’s wisdom is amazing. Well diggers must have had methods to find water sources, perhaps like feng shui.”
Yu Xiao Qi said with some emotion:
“Speaking of which, our Great Xia only started developing in the last few decades. Before that, most people used dug wells for water. Later, with technological advancements, we got water pipes and the like.”
Meanwhile,
Zhang Wei was unaware that Yu Xiao Qi was discussing him. He was chatting with his father, Zhang Ping:
“Dad, are you with Uncle Yuan Fang now?”
“No, we were just having tea together. Uncle Yuan Fang had something to attend to and left. He’s a busy man lately, traveling all over the country. He said he’s looking for something and is so exhausted he’s got a headache. He said he can’t let anyone get it first. Now, I heard he’s preparing to go to the beautiful country, saying the item he’s tracking seems to have been taken to the beautiful country.”
“Item? An antique?”
“It should be an antique, otherwise, he wouldn’t be so eager to get it. It’s probably worth a lot of money, maybe even a unique piece, one of a kind.”
“Haha, Uncle Yuan Fang is so miserable! Traveling all over the country, his legs must be worn out. I hope Uncle Yuan Fang finds it quickly and doesn’t let anyone get there first.”
Zhang Wei replied with a smile.
Zhang Ping nodded in response:
“It’s fine, let him look. He’s a busy man anyway. By the way, when are you coming back to China, you little thief?”
“What’s up? I’ll be back in Great Xia in three days.”
“Three days? That’s fine. I’ll pick you up at the airport then.”
“Do we need to be this grand, Dad? This isn’t like you. When I came home from school, you always asked the aunt next door to pick me up. Why are you so fatherly this time?”
“That’s a no-brainer! I’m not being grand, I’m picking you up to do something.”
“Do what?”
“Take you to sweep graves, haha.”
“???”
This time, it was Zhang Wei’s turn to be stunned, and he asked with some surprise:
“Grandma and Grandpa’s death anniversaries aren’t here yet, are they? Did one of our relatives die? Do we need to prepare a condolence gift?”
“Get out, get out! Your relatives died,呸! No, you died! Damn it, let’s talk business. It’s not our relatives. I want to take you to sweep the grave of a friend. Last year when I swept graves, I said I’d bring you to see her.”
As if knowing what Zhang Wei was going to ask, his father, Zhang Ping, spoke first:
“This friend, I’ve told you about her before, He Juan, my former classmate.”
As soon as he said that,
Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, recalling a previous conversation with his father. (See Chapter 478 for details.)
Immediately,
Zhang Wei said:
“Dad, you mean that classmate He Juan who aggressively pursued you? And later died for you?”
“It’s her.”
“Cough, cough, Dad, are you bringing me to see He Juan? Isn’t this a bit like digging up someone’s grave? This feels like the ending of Attack on Titan, Mikasa taking her children to see Eren. It’s too NTR.”
“Hmph, what are you talking about? I want He Juan to let go of her obsession. She died because she liked me when she was alive. I think if she has a spirit in heaven after all these years, she should have let go. I’m here as a friend, bringing my child to see a friend, what’s wrong with that?”