Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2 - 2 2 200000000000_1

2: Chapter 2 200000000000_1 2: Chapter 2 200000000000_1 Outside stood an elderly man with deep, piercing eyes, clutching a cane sheathed in immaculate white gloves.

The lady accompanying him possessed flawless pale skin, her elongated legs wrapped in sheer black stockings, emanating an irresistible allure.

“Are you here for me?” Bai Xiaosheng inquired, taken aback.

Though he didn’t know the pair at his doorstep, something about the elder struck a strangely familiar chord, drawing his gaze repeatedly.

“Indeed, we’ve come seeking you,” the elder replied with a warm smile.

“Mr.

Bai Xiaosheng.”

“I don’t recognize you,” Bai Xiaosheng said, furrowing his brow.

The elder maintained his gentle smile, unperturbed by Bai Xiaosheng conversing through the door; he introduced himself steadily, “I’m Situ Yin, butler to Mr. Bai Zhenbei, chairman of Zhenbei Group. Mr. Bai Xiaosheng, if you harbor any suspicions, by all means, check it out.”

Bai Zhenbei? Zhenbei Group?

Bai Xiaosheng didn’t connect the dots at first, but realization hit him like lightning, leaving him stunned.

Who exactly was Bai Zhenbei?

One of the globe’s top thirty richest tycoons!

And Zhenbei Group? A massive multinational empire!

The elder exuded an aura of refined dignity and poise, inspiring awe without a hint of rage.

No one could fake or mimic such presence.

A sudden idea flashed in Bai Xiaosheng’s mind; he whipped out his phone and began searching.

The elder observed with an amused smile.

Bai Xiaosheng pulled up images online, magnified them fully, and matched them against the man before him.

Even the wrinkles at the eyes matched perfectly—the private butler of Bai Zhenbei!

With such a prominent figure waiting at his threshold, Bai Xiaosheng felt as if trapped in a dream.

He flung the door open wide; keeping him waiting would be rude.

“Do come in, Mr. Situ,” Bai Xiaosheng urged, astonished yet composed, showing neither fluster nor bootlicking.

He simply wondered—why would a titan like this seek out someone as ordinary as him?

“No need, we can speak here just fine,” Situ Yin nodded, impressed by Bai Xiaosheng’s poise.

Bai Xiaosheng didn’t press, standing politely with hands at his sides like a respectful youth.

“We’ve arrived for a crucial matter to share with you,” Situ Yin’s grin vanished, his face turning grave.

“Maybe I should call you Mr. Bai Xiaosheng, for—” Situ Yin drew himself up tall and rapped his cane, “Mr. Bai Zhenbei is your granduncle.”

As those words hung in the air, a flicker of shock appeared in the eyes of the woman next to Situ Yin.

Bai Xiaosheng stood frozen in disbelief.

The revelation struck like thunder from clear skies.

Bai Zhenbei, his granduncle?

His own grandfather had passed young, and neither grandmother nor father ever breathed a word of this.

Was it possible they’d erred?

Doubt briefly crossed Bai Xiaosheng’s gaze.

“Have no fears, we never err,” Noticing Bai Xiaosheng’s shock, Situ Yin declared assuredly, “Don’t doubt our capabilities, please.”

After all, if Zhenbei Group bungled something like this, how could it reign supreme in global business?

Am I really the grandson of a mega-corporation’s leader?

Bai Xiaosheng’s pulse raced uncontrollably.

“Currently, Mr. Bai Zhenbei’s health fails him, and per his directive, you’re slated as Zhenbei Group’s heir, subject to evaluation,” Situ Yin articulated each syllable precisely.

Bai Xiaosheng, still reeling from the last bombshell, got hit with utter stupefaction once more.

Heir to Zhenbei?!

Bai Xiaosheng instinctively wanted to respond, but what could he say?

“How much is Zhenbei worth?” The question slipped out, and Bai Xiaosheng cringed at his own words.

True, poverty could rattle anyone.

Situ Yin merely chuckled in response.

“Per last year’s reports, Zhenbei Group’s value sits at about two trillion.”

Two trillion!

Bai Xiaosheng was genuinely terrified.

“To claim Zhenbei Group, you’ll need to tackle a trial,” Situ Yin cautioned.

“As Mr. Bai Zhenbei desires, begin at the company’s base level, rotating through ten roles over ten years. Wherever you land after a decade, the test ends.”

Ten years from the bottom to helm a global giant?!

Bai Xiaosheng stared at Situ Yin in utter disbelief, deeming it wilder than any fable.

Situ Yin reached out, and the stunning woman beside him swiftly presented a sleek silver box.

“Mr. Bai Zhenbei tasked me to deliver this to you. It holds a group-wide ID pass, a world bank gold card, and whatever else, I can’t say.”

“That’s everything.”

Situ Yin passed the box to Bai Xiaosheng, then thumped his cane, “Best of luck, future president.”

Bai Xiaosheng gripped the box numbly as Situ Yin shot him a meaningful glance before departing.

The woman lingered her eyes on Bai Xiaosheng for a couple seconds, then followed suit.

Bai Xiaosheng remained rooted, watching them vanish, taking ages to snap out of it.

He, a lowly wage slave battered by money woes time and again, was on the cusp of inheriting a world-spanning empire…

“This has to be a dream!”

Bai Xiaosheng wobbled, clueless how he returned to his desk.

After what felt like eternity, he pried open the box.

Atop lay the gold bank card and ID, masterfully designed.

Deeper inside lurked another item: a silver cube the size of a fist.

Situ Yin hadn’t noted that one.

Intrigued, Bai Xiaosheng extended his hand, only for a red laser to shoot from the cube, scanning his palm like a device.

It unfolded in layers, blooming open like a flower.

Bai Xiaosheng yanked back, dazzled by intense light, then a jolt hit his brow, followed by prickling across his head.

Alarmed, Bai Xiaosheng grew drowsy at first, then an unparalleled clarity surged through his thoughts.

He gazed around in wonder, perceiving his surroundings with razor-sharp detail like never before.

“Nanochip implantation complete.”

Abruptly, a bell-like feminine voice rang in Bai Xiaosheng’s head.

Who’s there?!

Bai Xiaosheng leaped in terror, whirling about to find emptiness.

The voice persisted, “Identity: Bai Xiaosheng, job rank: staffer, startup funds: precisely one million yuan. Level one access, enabling aid function—search engine!”

Panicked, Bai Xiaosheng scanned everywhere, at last realizing the sound came from within his skull.

“Greetings, I’m Red Lotus, from Zhenbei Group’s Biological Engineering Research Institute No. 0, an AI system. Now, relaying a personal voice message from Mr. Bai Zhenbei.”

Nanochip? AI?

Bai Xiaosheng snatched a mirror, spotting a minuscule puncture on his forehead.

“Bai Xiaosheng.” Before deeper thoughts, a feeble elderly voice emerged, frail yet brimming with warmth and fondness.

Bai Xiaosheng jolted; it mirrored his grandfather’s tone so closely.

“I’m your granduncle, Bai Zhenbei. Though we’ve never crossed paths, I know your life inside out, and you likely know a bit about me too.”

“My days are numbered, so I wish you to take my legacy. Ten years to rise from the ranks to president, living an extraordinary path!”

“Red Lotus remains my secret gift to you, unknown even to Situ.”

“Oh yes, I’ve taken in two kids your age. You’ll encounter them shortly, I wager.”

“Strive onward, child!”

The message cut off, leaving Bai Xiaosheng in quiet reflection.

All this proved utterly real!

A new destiny called, a colossal peak piercing the heavens, ready for his climb.

Bai Xiaosheng strolled to the window, overlooking the sprawling city below.

The metropolis sprawled beneath him, myriad lights twinkling like treasures ripe for the taking.

“I take the challenge!” Bai Xiaosheng bellowed fiercely, “Those two trillion—I’ll seize them all!”