It seemed, and yet it didn't seem like he had been brainwashed by someone?
“What do you mean?”
“One month, 30% profit. If you can do it, let me do it. If you can’t, I’ll quit, not a minute longer.”
Su Huang massaged his wife's temples and said softly.
“Pfft!”
Sorry, I couldn’t help it.
Fang Xueqin laughed again.
“30%? You are so—conservative! Why don’t you say double? Don’t you leeks get into the market aiming for double?”
“Double isn't impossible, I was just afraid you wouldn't believe me!”
“I—”
Fang Xueqin’s smile faded.
In her opinion, Su Huang was beyond redemption.
Never mind double, even 30% in a month, the annual return on investment would be quite astonishing.
If money were that easy to make in the stock market, who would work hard to run factories and do real business? Who would squeeze onto the subway with such effort?
Everyone would just lie in bed, look at their phones, and move their fingers, right?
“If that’s how you think, then we need to be clear about this today. Where did you borrow this money from?”
“I told you the truth, why don’t you believe me?”
Su Huang felt so tired. It seemed everyone was only willing to believe in the world they understood, and anything beyond that, no matter how real, they wouldn’t believe.
“I’m telling you, if you lose this money and can’t buy a house within three years, I will—divorce you!”
Fang Xueqin looked very resentful.
The word “divorce” had appeared between them more and more frequently recently, which in itself was quite telling.
“Don’t worry, you won’t lose it. If you’re still uneasy, I can show you the investment results every day.”
“I’m too lazy to look! Don’t let it interfere with my work!”
Fang Xueqin said grumpily and went back to the room.
Su Huang let her be; he would show her the results at the end of the month.
30% wasn't difficult for him. It was just that the principal was too small; even with 30%, he would only earn thirty thousand—
...
Just like that, Su Huang didn't have to work anymore; his days were leisurely.
This was—a lifetime of vacation.
In his world.
No more rush hour traffic, no more KPI assessments, no more enduring his boss’s moods—
Just waking up naturally every day, thinking where to go for coffee after breakfast, and checking domestic and international news every day—
This life was quite idyllic.
Only Fang Xueqin couldn’t understand it, defining his behavior as “giving up” and believing he was dragging the family down.
Su Huang didn’t offer much explanation.
One day, Su Huang went to the bookstore to read.
As soon as he got off the bus, he saw a man smoking by the roadside.
The man had a shiny bald head, a white shirt tucked into his suit pants, and a slight beer belly.
It was Féng Bō.
Judging by his appearance, he seemed much more down on his luck than before.
Before, besides his receding hairline, Féng Bō was otherwise fine, looking like a refined scoundrel.
Now, he was a bit greasy.
Su Huang had no intention of mocking others, so he pretended not to see him and turned to leave.
“Brother Su—”
Féng Bō caught up and called out to him.
Su Huang looked at him unfriendlily, remaining silent.
“Why are you leaving when you see me? Do you have time? Let’s chat for a bit.”
“No time.”
“That—you resigned, didn’t you? Why would you have no time?”
Féng Bō’s eyes lit up, and he smiled brilliantly.
Su Huang had resigned. How did he even know about this?
“Let’s go, the Starbucks coffee shop ahead. My treat!”
Féng Bō appeared generous.
“No need. Time is precious. Say what you need to say here.”
Su Huang didn’t want to deal with Féng Bō; he didn't believe anything good came from this person.
Féng Bō looked around: “About your wife, do you really want to talk about it here?”
Su Huang sneered: “I warn you, don’t spread rumors! It’s not hard for me to deal with you!”
“I know you’re capable! I can’t afford to offend you! You said three days, and in three days, you kicked me out of Tiānyì Wénhuà! But don’t you want to know who your wife is with, that wild man?”
As soon as Féng Bō finished speaking, Su Huang grabbed his collar: “Watch your mouth!”
His eyes blazed with fury.
Féng Bō grinned, revealing a mouth full of stained, dark teeth.
At close range, Su Huang could smell—his breath!
Su Huang let go.
“If you dare to speak nonsense, I’ll smash your dog head!”
Féng Bō straightened his clothes and said, “Let me show you something. I guarantee you’ve never seen it.”
He took out a few photos and handed them over.
Su Huang looked, and instantly felt the world spin.
It was in a swimming pool.
The woman in the photos was wearing only a few scraps of cloth, covering her private parts—
Fāng Xuěqín!
It was Fāng Xuěqín!
There were three photos in total, which could somewhat reconstruct the situation at the time.
In the swimming pool, besides Fāng Xuěqín, there was also a man.
The man was hugging Fāng Xuěqín from behind.
This level of intimacy clearly indicated something.
Her hot body made one's heart tremble.
Looking at her expression and her eyes, Su Huang knew very well that she was genuinely happy and joyful.
The man’s face was not visible, only a part of his body.On his right deltoid muscle, there was a tattoo of four artistic characters: "Conquer the World" (Xióng Bà Tiānxià).
His muscles were well-developed; he was a muscular man.
Su Huang felt a chill in his heart and was speechless for a moment.
This was exactly the effect Féng Bō wanted.
“Your wife plays around a lot. You don’t know her at all. In your eyes, I, Old Feng, am the despicable, cheap man who hooks up with married women. As the old saying goes, a fly doesn’t land on a seamless egg. There are so many beautiful women in the company, why would I, Old Feng, want another woman? It’s because she was already—a slut, easy to get!”
“You fucking say that again!”
“What am I afraid to say? Fāng Xuěqín is a slut! Everyone in the company knows it!”
Féng Bō was also risking it all.
Su Huang wanted to hit him.
But his lingering rationality reminded him.
This was different from last time.
Last time was in a hotel; this was by the roadside.
If he fought here, he would definitely go to jail.
Then he would have to use connections to get out.
Besides, Féng Bō was showing signs of madness; he had clearly given up. Kicking him a few times wouldn't help.
Su Huang turned and walked away.
Féng Bō chased after him, shouting loudly: “Your wife is indeed a slut, don’t say Old Feng didn’t warn you! You’ve got horns!”
This was the first time Su Huang had been chased and cursed at in his entire life.
Féng Bō savored the pleasure of revenge and wanted to push his luck.
How to make a person on the verge of madness shut up immediately?
“Your children attend Zijinghua Primary School, right?”
Su Huang said in a deep voice.
“I—”
Féng Bō dared not speak further.
Su Huang’s eyes were filled with ferocity: “I truly pity them, to have a father like you, and to leave this world before they are ten years old!”
“You—you—don’t do anything rash?”
Féng Bō’s legs were about to go weak with fear.
Too impulsive.
Su Huang caused him to lose his job. He had been thinking about it constantly these past few days, and he was determined to get revenge on Su Huang!
So, he decided to go all out, throwing out anything and everything, real or fake, just to see if Su Huang could handle it!
Féng Bō had already prepared himself to fight to the death.
As long as he could hurt Su Huang, he didn’t care even if it meant his own death.
However, he still had a weakness.
And it was a very obvious weakness.
As soon as Su Huang mentioned Féng Bō’s two children, Féng Bō immediately caved.
“Everyone has to take responsibility for what they do. Every word you say today, I will settle with you later!”
Su Huang uttered this and turned to leave again.
This time, Féng Bō didn't follow.
After Su Huang left, Féng Bō immediately called his wife: “Hello, wife, are Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan okay?”
“What could be wrong? Where did you go to die?”
“I’m—looking for a job. You know, I’m almost forty, it’s not easy to find work.”
“If you can’t find it, go sweep the streets. People have to eat.”
Mrs. Féng said irritably.
Word of Féng Bō’s situation eventually got out.
At least his wife knew.
She absolutely could not have imagined that her husband, the person she slept beside, had so many scandals, and each one was something she, as a wife, could not accept.
Divorce!
If it weren’t for their two children, she would definitely have divorced him!
Even so, Mrs. Féng, a Chinese teacher, didn’t want to live with Féng Bō anymore.
“Okay, okay, I’ll keep looking. If I really can’t find anything, I’ll sweep the streets.”
Féng Bō made a decision.
Of course, there was still one opportunity: that task of eighty thousand.
What was originally a simple matter had become increasingly difficult. Especially now that he had been kicked out and lost his director’s halo, this matter was much harder to accomplish.
“Damn it. I don’t believe it. A living person can’t be suffocated to death by pee.”
Féng Bō, his face contorted, walked towards the city center.
…