“Well, the leader is called Feng Wentai,” Zhou Rong mentioned a very famous business consortium name in B City: “—He’s the young master, indeed with investments in the industrial park. Apparently, he saw Xiang Zi from a distance before, recognized him just now, immediately apologized and tried to curry favor, even voluntarily offering to hand over the fertilizer factory as a temporary shelter.”
Yan Hao exclaimed: “Xiang Zi is really useful.”
“For Xiang Zi’s sake, these people won’t be an unstable factor for now.”
Zhou Rong cherished the last drag of his cigarette butt when suddenly Si Nan turned from the bathroom, suspiciously looking at them: “…What’s the deal with that guy who wants to be a rooster in his next life?”
“His grandfather is the deputy director of National Security, Guo Bai. He himself is a proper third-generation official,” Yan Hao explained.
He probably won’t dare to cause us trouble for now.”
When hearing the name Guo Bai, a familiar feeling suddenly rose in Si Nan’s heart, but the feeling was extremely vague and fleeting.
He pondered silently, as if re-evaluating Guo Weixiang. After a while, under Zhou Rong and Yan Hao’s gaze, he hummed and asked thoughtfully: “Does his grandfather know about his thing with the rooster?”
Feng Wentai and his six bodyguards were thus settled in the fertilizer factory. As Zhou Rong judged, they did not immediately start causing trouble. On the contrary, they were quite self-aware. The next day, they actively found Zhou Rong and forcibly handed over all the money in their pockets.
Zhou Rong was amused and helpless, hugging a pile of cash: “Are they afraid we don’t have enough firewood for winter, or what? Should we use this for toilet paper if we run out?”
Yan Hao, sitting nearby and cleaning his weapon, laughed: “Because when the virus first broke out, no one thought it would last so long. Everyone thought it was limited in scope, just needing to escape the area to return to normal society. But in disaster-stricken areas, electronic transactions are restricted, and many people were afraid of hyperinflation…”
Midway through his speech, Chun Cao threw the cash paper airplane, which whooshed out of the dormitory door and hit Si Nan walking in the corridor.
“Si Xiao Nan!” Chun Cao slid down from the windowsill: “Come, let’s split the money!”
