I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2579 - 1614: Who’s Your Mother?

"Whether Young Master Zhou can go out or not is not up to me to decide. And as a fellow townsman, I definitely hope that Young Master Zhou can turn misfortune into fortune."

As he spoke, he slightly leaned his neck forward, adopting the exact same posture as before.

"Young Master Zhou, can you still turn misfortune into fortune?"

Zhou Shaohua’s expression suddenly turned fierce, like an enraged sick tiger, and he kicked the table.

That’s right.

He only kicked the table.

He was not giving in to despair.

This shows a point.

There are still many optimists out there.

Don’t give up easily until the last moment.

"Crash—"

The table was kicked; because it was heavy, it didn’t fly, but it moved a distance. No one was hurt, though the document bag on the table fell.

It might be because of good soundproofing, the commotion inside the room didn’t reach outside, no one came in to interrupt. Even if there were cameras, it’s unlikely someone would be watching all the time, right?

Besides, kicking a table isn’t hitting a person—is it illegal?

At most, it counts as damage to public property.

And the table is made of carbon steel, where could it break from a kick?

"Young Master Zhou, be careful not to hurt yourself."

Fu Zili smiled nonchalantly—not a mocking smile but one of relief. How it was perceived by the other party, however, was unknown.

He suddenly realized.

So-called big figures, if you strip away that filter, they’re actually not much different from ordinary people.

They can be irritable.

They can be manic.

They can—

Rage impotently.

Of course.

The premise is.

One must have the ability to strip away the filter from them. It’s like celebrities being stripped naked, they’re just normal women and aren’t literally studded with diamonds; some might even be darker than normal women. The key is, first, one must have the capability to strip them of their clothes.

With an inexplicable sentiment, Fu Zili bent down to pick up the document bag that fell on the ground, along with the scattered contents inside.

"What’s in here?"

Zhou Shaohua immediately questioned, seeming to have caught a glimpse of the contents.

Fu Zili was generous and straightforward; after all, the other party accidentally saw.

"The stock transfer agreement of Green Land."

Zhou Shaohua was slightly stunned, then his eyes squinted involuntarily, "Stock transfer agreement? Whose stock?"

Fu Zili leisurely put the documents back in, "What do you think, Young Master Zhou?"

Zhou Shaohua’s eyes squinted deeper, emitting a chilling glare, as if ready to devour, combined with the other’s prior remarks, he coldly murmured, "Fan Wanli?"

"Young Master Zhou is insightful!"

Fu Zili admired and sighed, "That night, Chairman Fan reflected on his life, suddenly felt tired, wished to retire, reunite with family, and enjoy his twilight years, hence decided to transfer the shares of Green Land to me. But who would have thought that night was our first meeting with Chairman Fan, and also the last, so quickly I heard of Chairman Fan’s passing, forever separating us."

"Bullshit!"

Zhou Shaohua cursed in anger, disregarding the so-called decorum.

He could visit with 5% shares without Fan Wanli’s consent and intend to give them away, but it does not mean Fan Wanli also has the right to do so.

Moreover.

How dare they?!

Like the dog secretly snatching home food, Zhou Shaohua suddenly felt that the mashed meat died a deserved death!

"You met for the first time, and he’d give you his shares? Can you be any more ridiculous? You’re thinking that now he’s dead, and there’s no evidence, right?"

Voluntarily transferring is surely nonsense.

But he just caught a glimpse, indeed, it’s labeled as a stock transfer agreement.

Plus.

The agreement itself—what’s the point of lying?

"The deceased should be respected. Although Chairman Fan is no longer, I hope Young Master Zhou can maintain basic respect for the deceased. I heard from the investigation team that Young Master Zhou and Chairman Fan were good friends, and Young Master Zhou was the last person Chairman Fan met before he passed. If Chairman Fan heard Young Master Zhou’s words just now, it would be so disheartening."

Zhou Shaohua remained silent, his gaze sharp as knives. If looks could kill, Fu Zili might be worse off than Fan Wanli, not even leaving ashes.

"This agreement was indeed signed by Chairman Fan in a clear mental state. The investigation team has authenticated this, which is why I’m cooperating with the investigation."

Fu Zili raised the document bag, "Moreover, after arriving here, I realized there are so many problems within the leading real estate company of Sha City. When Chairman Fan transferred all shares to me, I thought I’d gotten a bargain."

"All shares?"

Fu Zili nodded, ignoring the dagger-like look, "Yes. All shares. But I did pay for them."

The turn of events completely deviated from the track.

The purpose of forcing Fan Wanli was to find a scapegoat and cut the burning fuse.

Young Master Zhou naturally didn’t care about the insolvent Green Land, but Green Land is like a cesspool hiding too many dirty deeds. Eliminating Fan Wanli and silencing the investigation team would free him to clean up Green Land’s messes, like illegal land acquisitions.

So before this, Green Land can’t fall into someone else’s hands.

But now, everything is out of his control.

"You think because you paid, Green Land is yours? You’re thinking too lightly."

Fu Zili nodded, "Yes, I know. Without Young Master Zhou’s permission, even with a signed contract, it’s surely invalid. Making a simple judgment in court regarding the legality of a contract is easy. However, things are different now, aren’t they?"