After rebirth, I became a great master

Chapter 641 Jianghu rescues

Zhang Huamei had doubts.

She suspected her daughter might know what this relationship meant, which was why she was unusually intimate with Mr. Da at the dinner table. If her suggestion to drink the nuptial wine was simply a sign of her youthful ignorance, then it was likely due to her own naiveté.

Then she kissed the man on the cheek right there and then, saying it was her first kiss. That made everything all too obvious.

As a man, Zhou Haoran naturally wouldn't hold back.

When Jin Suo leaned over and kissed her, Zhang Huamei responded with a smile, though it seemed somewhat forced, and that made sense.

He immediately let Jin Suo sit on his lap.

He held her in his arms, their arms linked together, and they drank the nuptial wine.

Zhang Huamei naturally had nothing to say.

Jia Qingwen egged them on from the sidelines, and Zhang Huamei wanted to join in, but could only say tactfully that her daughter was too young to drink too much.

The hope is that she drinks less, implying less intimate behavior.

But at this point, Jin Suo wouldn't listen to her anymore. For the rest of the dinner, she sat on Zhou Haoran's lap and talked about her future plans in his arms.

They were very close.

Zhang Huamei immediately panicked.

Fearing the dinner party would end, the man took his daughter away to his room and slept with her.

That's not unacceptable.

It was all too rushed!

Fortunately, Zhou Haoran didn't mean it that way and let Jin Suo go back with her mother, which calmed Zhang Huamei down.

As they were about to part, Jin Suo ran over again, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She whispered, "Brother, I'm studying at the Xie Jin Performing Arts School. If you have time, you can pick me up from school, but we'll avoid my mother."

"Row."

Zhou Haoran winked at her, as if they had a little secret between them, before waving goodbye.

We part ways here.

Zhou Haoran followed Jia Qingwen upstairs.

I'll be in her room tonight.

Unexpectedly, when the door opened, a vibrant and alluring woman wrapped in a bath towel appeared – it was Dong Lan.

"Huh? What are you doing here?"

Zhou Haoran's eyes lit up.

Dong Lan pursed her lips and said, "I came here specifically for this purpose."

"What are you here for?"

Zhou Haoran did not see her at the program's production team.

Dong Lan said with a smile, "Come and serve me in bed. I was afraid Qingwen wouldn't be able to take good care of me by herself, so I came to help."

Zhou Haoran nodded. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Jia Qingwen seemed to be intentionally avoiding the conversation, saying, "Master, Sister Dong Lan, you two chat, I'm going to take a shower first."

"What's up with her?"

Zhou Haoran found it strange that he went to take a shower alone.

"I have something to say to my master."

Dong Lan nestled in his arms, gazing at him with dreamy eyes.

"what's up?"

Zhou Haoran felt it wouldn't be too easy.

"I am divorced."

There was no disappointment or sorrow between Dong Lan's brows; her expression was as calm as a still lake.

Zhou Haoran was startled. "Huh? You're divorced?"

"Well, the marriage is now just a formality, so we might as well get a divorce."

Dong Lan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, as if she were talking about something trivial.

This is the atmosphere of a TV station.

On television, you can generally see two types of women.

One type is someone who is over forty and still unmarried.

One type is divorced women.

This situation is similar to that in major art troupes and the entertainment industry.

In the world of fame and fortune, the most intolerable thing is a mundane life.

The most important point is that there is always a higher mountain to climb.

Here, you have the opportunity to see mountain peaks.

Having seen these, I lost all interest in looking at the small mounds around me.

Dong Lan was not immune either.

She hadn't originally considered divorce; her child was only a little over a year old and still breastfeeding. She wanted the marriage to continue, for the sake of the child. However, after visiting the Hong Kong government several times recently, her mindset changed.

Especially when she was by Zhou Haoran's side and saw him spend money like water... spending hundreds of millions of dollars to buy a top-tier mansion in Hong Kong, it shattered all her previous understanding.

I felt that the kind of life I had in the past was no longer good enough for me.

This is simply human nature.

it's the same.

Just like a saleswoman who has worked in big cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou, she might look down on a low-ranking official when she returns to her hometown. Once a saleswoman has witnessed too much extravagance from the wealthy, her perception changes, and she can never go back. She'd rather be a plaything or a mistress than return to the peaceful life of an ordinary person.

"It's better to leave sooner rather than later. Otherwise, this situation... feels like an affair, and we'll feel guilty." Dong Lan seemed very carefree, probably having thought about it for a long time. "Now it's all good. We'll be free and peaceful, without any moral pressure. From now on, I'll stay by my master's side and do whatever I want."

Zhou Haoran asked, "Have you finished the formalities?"

Dong Lan said, "Yes, it was done this afternoon. I left with nothing." "That's quite a bold move?"

Zhou Haoran was secretly surprised. For a woman to do this, her heart must be as hard as iron.

“That house wasn’t worth much anyway.” Dong Lan didn’t seem to care. She had her own source of income and said without any pretense, “By following the master, I’ve earned back everything. He gives me 10,000 yuan each time, and in six months, I can earn enough to support a family.”

Zhou Haoran chuckled and said, "How can these be the same?"

Dong Lan said calmly, "There's no difference. We're divorced, and I feel more at ease with my master's money. Otherwise, with so much money, I'd have to hide it, and if it were discovered, it would be hard to explain. The sooner we divorce, the cleaner it is, just like Qingwen."

"Ugh!"

Zhou Haoran sighed, pulled her into his arms, and patted her back.

Dong Lan nestled in his arms, her eyes filled with affection, and said like a kitten, "Master, I want to give you all my loyalty."

"Yes." Zhou Haoran nodded. "You moved out of your family home?"

“Moved.”

"Where do you live?"

"We've temporarily gone to the house where we usually go on dates."

Dong Lan's eyes were bright and clear as she awaited instructions.

Without hesitation, Zhou Haoran said, "How about this, I'll prepare two houses, preferably next to each other. You and Qingwen can move in, one house each."

"Haoran, thank you..."

Overjoyed, Dong Lan burst into tears, which streamed down her face.

……

Zhou Haoran encountered another very tricky situation.

Winter has come again.

Thermal underwear is selling like hotcakes again.

After Antarctic won the UN Gold Medal, its success was unstoppable, and almost overnight it became the most popular thermal clothing brand in China.

Yes, not just thermal underwear.

Under Zhou Haoran's planning, Nanji Ren has begun to operate as a group, producing a full range of thermal clothing, including down jackets, sweaters, thermal pants, leather pants, and so on.

The competitors are in trouble.

For example, the local "Yu Zhaolin".

Originally, Mr. Zhang, the general manager of Nanjiren, started making thermal underwear by imitating Yu Zhaolin. Unexpectedly, after two years, his role model, Yu Zhaolin, was struggling to survive.

Now consumers all recognize the "Nanji Ren" brand, so no one buys Yu Zhaolin's products anymore.

How to do?
Is saving face more important, or survival?
Yu Zhaolin, the owner of "Yu Zhaolin", chose the latter and reluctantly went to the Red Mansion Teahouse.

He is not a member.

Hearing that the Master was not here, I waited outside.

Waiting outside in the dead of winter...

It has a bit of the flavor of Cheng Men Li Xue (a famous Chinese scholar standing in the snow outside his master's door).

"Sir, I am Yu Zhaolin, the founder of Yu Zhaolin thermal underwear."

Upon seeing Zhou Haoran, he quickly crouched down and went to greet him like a follower, opening the car door for him.

Zhou Haoran said to Lu Chuyao in the passenger seat, "You go in first. Pei Hui should be inside. Go find her."

Then, he turned around with a smile: "Boss Yu?"

"No, no, I'm just a small business owner."

Yu Zhaolin bowed slightly, his attitude very humble.

Zhou Haoran nodded. "Did you come here for something?"

Yu Zhaolin said bitterly, "I beg you for help, sir."

"Help?" Zhou Haoran frowned slightly, unwilling to get involved. "You mean the competition between Yu Zhaolin and Nanji Ren? I can't interfere with this kind of normal market competition, can I?"

Yu Zhaolin said pitifully, "Sir, please save Yu Zhaolin. I thought I could do well in sales this winter and alleviate the pressure on cash flow. I never expected that I would be unable to sell 50 yuan worth of inventory."

"Go in and talk."

Zhou Haoran had met him twice before, but at that time, Mr. Da's reputation had not yet taken off, and Yu Zhaolin was still the number one thermal underwear brand in the harbor, so he did not take Nanji Ren seriously.

Unexpectedly, the master killed him with just a few moves.

“There’s nothing I can do about your situation,” Zhou Haoran said as they walked. “If there were any conflicts or disagreements between the two sides, I could step in and say a few words, and maybe we could reconcile. But that’s not the case now. It’s obvious that there’s a problem with your business. What can I do?”

Yu Zhaolin said, "Sir, can you give me some advice? As long as we can get through this difficult time, I'm willing to give up 30% of the shares!"

“This has nothing to do with profit.” Zhou Haoran waved his hand. “Everyone has difficult times, especially business people. If helping each other in times of emergency were all based on profit, then this world would be too boring.”

In times of emergency, loyalty and righteousness are paramount!
It's all about their status in the martial arts world!
“Sir…” Yu Zhaolin walked beside him, his back slightly bent, his figure humble. “I had no choice. Yu Zhaolin is an excellent company, a well-known brand in the port, and has provided more than 500 jobs…”

"What's the point of telling me all this?"

Zhou Haoran interrupted him.

“Sir, the thermal underwear market can accommodate many brands. We all agree that Nanji Ren is number one, but Yu Zhaolin is also a very good brand.”

Yu Zhaolin is not stupid either.

The fact that he was invited by the Master means that the Master intends to help.

Therefore, his attitude was sincere.

The requests kept coming.

Zhou Haoran led him upstairs, half-jokingly saying, "Aren't you a member of the Red Mansion Teahouse yet?"

Yu Zhaolin said, "I didn't know before, but I'll apply for a card in a bit."

"Yes, let's get a membership. The customers here are all businessmen from the harbor. Come over often, have some tea, and you'll make a lot of new friends."

Zhou Haoran's nonchalant attitude contrasted sharply with Yu Zhaolin's anxious and flustered demeanor.

(End of this chapter)