Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 1 - 1 1 This is Reality_1

Under the night sky of Tiannan City, brilliant lights gleamed everywhere.

Tian Hai Media, that modest outfit in Tiannan, still had its lights burning.

Only one worker remained in the staff section, burning the midnight oil.

An average-looking youth sat there, eyes glued to his monitor.

Exhaustion etched his features, yet his gaze burned with unusual vigor.

His workstation lay in chaos, papers and takeout wrappers scattered everywhere.

Moments later, the young man rubbed his parched eyes and moistened his lips, rummaging blindly through the mess on his desk.

His search turned up empty.

A bitter smile crossed his face as he crushed a paper sack in his fist.

“Thump, thump, thump.” Knocks echoed against the glass door; a bald dome emerged from the manager’s room.

“Bai Xiaosheng, finished yet?

Several days now, I want it today!” the bald guy snapped.

Bai Xiaosheng’s expression soured a bit, yet he replied steadily, “Mr. Zhou, it’s almost done. Sending it over right now.”

Zhou Tiansheng!

Bai Xiaosheng recalled the bald man’s name, his eyes growing shadowy.

This scum had tampered with the proposal, sparking fury from the client and higher-ups, then pinned it all on him while salvaging it with Bai Xiaosheng’s original idea—what a total scoundrel!

Following that, Zhou Tiansheng’s demand for overtime left Bai Xiaosheng grinding away while the boss dozed off in the office after everyone else departed.

“Double-check everything before you pass it on—no more slip-ups!” Zhou Tiansheng sneered at Bai Xiaosheng’s calm reply and pulled his head back inside.

The bag in Bai Xiaosheng’s grasp crackled loudly.

Right then, a fierce urge to lash out surged through him.

However…

Bai Xiaosheng’s fingers slowly relaxed their hold.

He needed to eat, cover rent and bills, plus that fresh mortgage loomed!

Such burdens choked the life out of him.

To claim those scant square meters, he’d pinched pennies on meals and outfits, swallowing every spark of rage.

This paycheck he required, and especially the housing fund payout.

For all that, endurance was key!

“A real man bends but doesn’t break.

Revenge is a dish best served after a decade!” Bai Xiaosheng repeated inwardly.

Buzz, buzz—the phone suddenly hummed to life.

Bai Xiaosheng snatched it up, his face shifting at the screen’s name.

Xu Fang calling?

Xu Fang came from a far-off kin’s matchmaking; they’d met once before.

She struck him as pretty, stylish and appealing.

Still, her talk screamed materialism, clashing totally with him; he’d vowed no further pursuit.

Unexpectedly, she rang him up.

“Xu Fang?” “Yeah, it’s me.”

Bai Xiaosheng took the call as Xu Fang let out a light laugh.

They traded a few bland greetings.

Wait, calling ’cause she’s into me?

Bai Xiaosheng chuckled bitterly inside.

Overactive imagination, most likely.

He could still picture the contempt in her gaze from their goodbye.

Would someone like her chase a broke, plain guy?

Fat chance.

“Heard you’ve got two tickets for Wei Moran’s concert?” Xu Fang cut to the chase.

Wei Moran, the superstar?

Bai Xiaosheng remembered his kin snagging a pair for him.

Rumors pegged a single Wei Moran ticket at thousands; two neared ten grand.

The notion horrified him, particularly since he’d cut ties with Xu Fang already.

“Can you hand over the tickets?

A friend of mine wants in too,” Xu Fang requested.

Not joining me?

Bai Xiaosheng hesitated, then probed, “You two gals both fans of that singer?”

“Male friend,” Xu Fang stressed after a beat, “he could buy ’em himself, but I’m treating.”

“Besides, Bai Xiaosheng, we’re probably not a match, but friends still.

Friends help each other out, yeah?”

A guy friend?

Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes widened.

Boyfriend, maybe?

And so quick, mere days later!

“Boyfriend?”

“Kinda,” Xu Fang hedged vaguely, “just pass me the tickets.”

From his end, Bai Xiaosheng burst into laughter. “Sorry, no tickets here.”

Xu Fang’s tone turned sharp with irritation. “You, a big guy, too cheap for two tickets?

Weren’t they meant for me anyway?

My boyfriend’s loaded in Tiannan, knows everyone.

Do me this solid, and maybe he hooks you up with a better gig next time…”

“Appreciate it, but my job’s fine,” Bai Xiaosheng ended the call and blocked her.

“Nuts!” Tossing the phone aside, Bai Xiaosheng spat the word.

Rich or not, that’s his affair; chasing wealth, yours.

Leaves me out of it, Bai Xiaosheng!

Plus, wealth makes you superior?

Irritation boiled in Bai Xiaosheng at the thought.

Lately, cash woes plagued him; even the landlord eyed him suspiciously, fearing a skip.

And now this type shows up.

“Jerk!” The angrier Bai Xiaosheng got, the more choked up he felt, snarling under his breath.

After venting, Bai Xiaosheng quietly forwarded the files to Zhou Tiansheng.

Not even five minutes passed before Zhou Tiansheng burst from his office, bolting out.

“Lock up after, I’m off; these days wore me out,” Zhou Tiansheng complained.

Bai Xiaosheng nodded mutely, staying silent.

Zhou Tiansheng wheeled around abruptly; under Bai Xiaosheng’s baffled stare, he smirked oddly. “Your housing fund form’s still in my hands.

Been swamped lately, slipped my mind to send to HR.

Hold tight a bit longer.”

Forms filed half a month back, untouched by HR, lingering with Zhou Tiansheng?!

Bai Xiaosheng gaped at Zhou Tiansheng’s retreating figure.

“Way too much, damn it!” No holding back now—Bai Xiaosheng roared, eyes blazing red as he leaped up.

In the hallway, Zhou Tiansheng chuckled darkly and slipped into the elevator.

“Halt!”

Bai Xiaosheng shouted, but then his phone buzzed once more.

Fuming, Bai Xiaosheng seized it to hurl it down, yet “Mom” on the display halted him cold.

Bai Xiaosheng went rigid, fixating on those two words for ages before hitting accept.

“Son, eaten yet?” The warm, known voice doused his raging fire.

“Son, weather’s turning cold, bundle up!”

“Skip those fizzy drinks always, bad for you.”

“How’s that girl from Aunt Liu going?

They say she’s real pretty…”

“Son, cat got your tongue?”

His mother’s endless chatter hit Bai Xiaosheng like a wave; tears welled up fiercely.

Only now did true grievance crash over him—heart-wrenching agony from life’s brutal grind, money’s merciless bite.

“Mom!” Hand over eyes, Bai Xiaosheng croaked, “I’m hanging in there fine!”

Who knew how long till he hung up, slumping wordlessly at his desk, gazing at the city’s twinkling lights from countless homes.

Mom, I’ll make it big, rake in fortunes, fetch you here for the high life.

Wealth will be mine!

Bai Xiaosheng gnawed his lip.

“Knock knock knock”—deliberate raps shattered his reverie.

Bai Xiaosheng rose quietly, approaching the entrance.

Beyond the company’s glass door loomed two silhouettes.

A silver-haired elder in a crisp suit, poised beside a stunning woman Bai Xiaosheng’s age.

“Who’re you here for?” Bai Xiaosheng queried, brow furrowed.

The elder’s gaze sparkled shrewdly, appraising Bai Xiaosheng coolly before beaming. “You’re the one we seek!”