Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 7 - 7 7 It's you!_1

A tiny room under 10 square meters contained just a bed and a shabby old wardrobe.

Morning sunlight poured through the window, lighting up the whole space.

Wrapped snugly in his blanket, Bai Xiaosheng slumbered peacefully on the bed, a goofy smile playing on his lips as drool trickled out.

Within his dream, Wei Xuelian stepped out from the bathroom clad in a bathrobe, her slender white legs teasingly visible under the edge.

She gazed at him with elegant allure.

The bathrobe started slipping off...

All at once, a shrill ring pierced the silence, making Wei Xuelian and the tempting scene vanish instantly.

“No!” Bai Xiaosheng yelled out in frustration.

The phone rang on mercilessly.

Still half-asleep, Bai Xiaosheng snatched the phone, tempted to hurl it away in anger.

The caller ID showed Zhou Tiansheng.

This jerk won't even allow a decent dream!

Bai Xiaosheng seethed inside.

His identity card and bank card sat openly displayed, signs of his impending billionaire CEO life.

Head to work?

He couldn't be bothered!

For an instant, Bai Xiaosheng wanted to end the call.

Yet he'd poured too much into that project; quitting now was unbearable!

Bai Xiaosheng thought it over briefly.

Bound by firm principles and a deep sense of duty, he refused to abandon it midway.

Ultimately, Bai Xiaosheng picked up the phone.

“Bai Xiaosheng, why aren’t you at the office yet?” Mr.

Zhou’s tone boomed with fury.

“Our department starts forty minutes early—it’s the rule. Have you forgotten!”

Bai Xiaosheng’s brow furrowed.

Mr.

Zhou appeared to have completely overlooked screwing Bai Xiaosheng on the housing fund matter.

Truly believed it was settled?

That cash meant little to Bai Xiaosheng anymore, but Mr.

Zhou’s memory was awfully short.

Looks like work calls, but first, time to settle the score properly!

A chilly, wordless laugh escaped Bai Xiaosheng.

Mr.

Zhou pressed on, “Get here fast.

You’re joining me to pitch the proposal today.

The boss attends, along with the big corporation’s CEOs opposite us.

No dawdling—arrive in ten minutes!”

Ten minutes? Impossible.

“One more thing: that firm’s heir apparent will be at the meeting too.

I’m warning you specially!

Show respect, stay humble; don’t slack just because you’re peers in age.

Who are they compared to you!”

Mr.

Zhou’s remarks drew a frosty stare from Bai Xiaosheng.

Who am I?

You’ll learn shortly!

Sensing Bai Xiaosheng’s quiet, Mr.

Zhou worried about pushing too far and eased up, “Do great this time, and I’ll push the boss for your raise—five hundred extra!

On the housing fund forms, HR will handle it specially for you.”

Mr.

Zhou dredged up old beef again, laced with subtle menace.

“On my way,” Bai Xiaosheng answered evenly, composed.

The line went dead.

Yet Bai Xiaosheng muttered reflectively, “To nail this deal, Zhou Tiansheng can’t get off easy.

This might prove tricky.”

Thirty minutes passed before Bai Xiaosheng cabbed to the office and marched directly to Zhou Tiansheng’s room.

“Discipline matters!” Mr.

Zhou smacked the polished proposal and unleashed his usual rant.

Bai Xiaosheng eyed him coldly.

When broke, he’d itched to deck Mr.

Zhou, but now flush with cash, the guy seemed a mere clown, unworthy of bother.

“You grasp what this major contract means to us.”

As Mr.

Zhou spoke, he noticed today’s Bai Xiaosheng felt utterly changed—dead silent, with eyes radiating an odd sense of detachment.

Detachment.

No better term fit for Mr.

Zhou; it echoed the vibe from facing a corporate titan’s CEO.

Hearing reports yet ignoring the speaker.

High-status disdain.

How could Bai Xiaosheng evoke that in him?

Zhou Tiansheng involuntarily amped his volume to assert himself, “Know the other side’s top exec?

Their firm’s set for investment and shares from a Zhenbei Group subsidiary, turning it into their affiliate afterward!”

Zhou Tiansheng’s gaze burned with intensity.

Such info wasn’t in the files.

Next, Zhou Tiansheng spotted Bai Xiaosheng’s face twisting into something profoundly strange.

“You’re talking about the Zhenbei Group, the Fortune Global 500 one!” Surprise and shock surged in Bai Xiaosheng’s eyes, slowly lighting up with brightness.

Zhou Tiansheng felt deeply satisfied by Bai Xiaosheng’s response, a hint of scorn beginning to surface within him.

This arrogant punk actually startled me!

What, suddenly keen on Zhenbei?

Keep dreaming—a nobody like you has zero chance at such a massive corporation.

I’d have way superior prospects.

Zhou Tiansheng cleared his throat. “Alright, get your stuff ready; we’ll head to the Century Park Hotel shortly.”

The Century Park Hotel belonged to their counterparts; delivering the proposal there was perfectly logical.

Bai Xiaosheng gave a nod and exited the room, a subtle, enigmatic smile tugging at his mouth.

Quite the twist—he’d planned to wrap this up before visiting Zhenbei Group, yet it arrived far earlier than anticipated.

This time, perhaps he could hit two targets with one strike: lock in the proposal and teach Zhou Tiansheng a harsh lesson!

Moments later, Bai Xiaosheng stood fully geared up.

Zhou Tiansheng rang him, and together they departed for the hotel.

Situated in Tiannan, the Century Park Hotel stood as a renowned five-star luxury spot.

Its first-floor business café mimicked a lush park, boasting palm trees, verdant plants, and blooming flowers beneath the soaring thirty-story ceiling; public zones featured dainty bridges spanning flowing streams, while tucked in corners lay discreet “stone house” private booths alongside open spaces.

Bai Xiaosheng and Zhou Tiansheng reached the appointed private room, set up their gear, and awaited the clients’ arrival.

Thirty minutes passed before the opposing company’s group showed up, led by a vice president—a sharp-featured middle-aged woman flanked by her young female assistant.

“Mr.

Pan.” “Mr.

Zhou.”

Greetings flowed after the exchange, yet despite sharing the vice president title with her, Zhou Tiansheng paled in actual clout.

Beaming with flattery, he buttered them up prior to diving in.

Their demeanor stayed cool and superior, neither friendly nor distant.

Bai Xiaosheng cringed on Zhou Tiansheng’s behalf.

Still, Zhou Tiansheng brushed it off, injecting humor as he rolled through the proposal per script.

Evidently, he’d prepared thoroughly.

The clients approved the proposal’s core idea, nodding often in approval.

Their proposed tweaks were minor, merely tacking on a handful of extras.

Zhou Tiansheng accepted every one without hesitation.

He figured it all fell on Bai Xiaosheng’s plate, so no sweat for him.

Fine then, no holding back—let’s see who comes out on top!

A grin crept across Bai Xiaosheng’s face; had he been staying, those add-ons would’ve landed squarely on him.

But with his exit set, it was someone else’s headache now.

“Mr.

Pan, I’ve got additional ideas,” Bai Xiaosheng cut in abruptly, launching into his recommendations.

Refine the proposal to perfection—that’s the approach; trouble doesn’t faze us, all-in for the client.

Mr.

Pan started off taken aback, but Bai Xiaosheng’s input quickly won him over, sparking enthusiasm.

The pair bantered eagerly, practically ignoring Zhou Tiansheng.

Zhou Tiansheng’s eyes bulged in disbelief at Bai Xiaosheng piling on more tasks for himself.

Yet, with the client thrilled, he stayed silent.

Their lively exchange left all parties content.

The contract was nailed down tight, regardless of the workload ahead.

Bai Xiaosheng and Zhou Tiansheng traded glances and smirks, minds synced in thought.

Not my problem anyway!

Abruptly, rapid footsteps and chuckles echoed from beyond the door as a group streamed into the private room.

Among them: their own boss, the opposing boss, and a young man trailing close.

Bai Xiaosheng rose with the others to welcome them, locking eyes briefly with the young man.

Mutual shock hit them both.

“It’s you!”

A murderous glint flashed in Ai Wen’s gaze.