Once again, it was validated that someone as impressive as this shouldn't exist in Jingzhou.
In a great mood, Zhao Ruilong hummed a tune as he swayed his head and returned home.
Suddenly, he discovered that his father, Zhao Lichun, was sitting on the sofa in the living room.
“Dad, what brings you back?”
Having such a powerful and influential father could sometimes be quite painful.
He was rarely home, and the time they spent eating together was minimal.
“Dad, I had some dishes sent over from the Yangzi Hotel; let’s have a drink together today.”
Zhao Ruilong, talking to himself, completely failed to notice that his father's face was as dark as a pot bottom.
“Kneel down!”
Zhao Lichun's furious words completely stunned Zhao Ruilong, who involuntarily knelt down.
“Dad, what are you doing?”
“What am I doing? Today, I'm going to deal with you!”
Fuming with rage, Zhao Lichun pulled out his belt and, without a second thought, unleashed the pent-up frustration he had been holding back for a long time on his son.
Smack…
Smack…
Smack…
“Dad, are you out of your mind?”
“Stop hitting! Stop hitting! You’ll kill someone!”
Zhao Ruilong, clutching his head, scurried around the room, rolling on the floor.
After a round of venting, Zhao Lichun felt much better and sat down on the sofa, panting.
“What have you been busy with lately? Have you offended anyone you shouldn’t have?”
Zhao Ruilong, feeling wronged, slumped on the ground, confused about why his father had suddenly gone mad.
“I’ve been busy preparing to start a company; I haven’t had time to offend anyone.”
Seeing his son’s nonchalant demeanor, Zhao Lichun’s anger flared up again, and he snorted coldly.
“You haven’t offended anyone? People have come to complain to me.”
“Dad, don’t wrong me; I really haven’t offended anyone recently.”
Zhao Ruilong hadn’t even thought about Sha Baoyu.
Seeing his son still being stubborn, Zhao Lichun couldn’t hold back any longer.
He picked up the belt again, threateningly looking at Zhao Ruilong.
“Dad, wait, wait! I remember now.”
Zhao Ruilong recounted the conflict with Sha Baoyu and how he had been tricked out of a billion in the end.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lichun realized that Sha Baoyu was indeed the one who had complained to the Ministry of Railways.
He shot a furious glare at his son.
In this day and age, casually taking out three billion, could that be a simple character?
Zhao Ruilong, you really are a fool, utterly clueless.
However, since he had found the main culprit, there was still room for recovery.
He even felt a hint of relief, glad that it was just a wealthy person.
Zhao Lichun immediately ordered Director Li to personally apologize and return the one billion as a guarantee.
These wealthy individuals are primarily concerned with the money they hold.
“Secretary Zhao, they don’t want it.”
Feeling that the trouble had been resolved, Zhao Lichun’s good mood lasted only a day.
Looking at the long-faced Director Li, Zhao Lichun smashed a thermos filled with hot water onto his face.
“This is the good thing you’ve caused.”
If they refuse the money, it means their anger hasn’t subsided, and the trouble remains.
“Baoyu, this is your money; why don’t you want it?”
In this vast world, money is the most important.
Moreover, this money belonged to Sha Baoyu himself; why wouldn’t he accept it?
Sha Baoyu could only lament that Qi Tongwei was too low-level.
Causing such a commotion was far beyond just one billion.
The dignity of the three generations of the Sha family’s direct descendants is worth more than just a billion.
If this got out, wouldn’t it just make people laugh to death?
When he contacted the elder of the Sha family, Liu, it was clear that Comrade Sha Zhenjiang was already aware of his considerable worth, and he would have to return to Beijing to explain in person.
Although it wasn’t a big deal, it was still quite troublesome.
And Sha Baoyu was someone who absolutely hated trouble.
Zhao Ruilong and Hou Liangping had brought him such a huge hassle, and his anger had yet to subside.
How could he let it go so easily?
One billion as a guarantee was not enough for Sha Baoyu to let go of his resentment.
If he didn’t accept the one billion, the matter would remain at a standstill.
It was Zhao Lichun, the top person in Jingzhou, who felt uncomfortable.
As time passed, the Jinghu High-Speed Railway project was about to start.
By that time, if the train station was really set in the north of the city,
Zhao Lichun’s political achievements would take a hit.
Ambitious as he was, would he tolerate such a thing happening?
Currently, Sha Baoyu, sitting quietly on Guanyin Terrace, was comparing patience with the top person in Jingzhou, waiting to see who would lose their temper first.
At this moment, his opponent had already shifted from Zhao Ruilong to Zhao Lichun.
Or rather, Zhao Ruilong, the top young man in Jingzhou, truly didn’t qualify to be Sha Baoyu’s opponent.
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