Rebirth of the King of Waves

Chapter 173 Unemployed Alliance

A little after four o'clock in the afternoon, when Ning Bishu returned to the Wangfu Jinxiu Jiayuan, only Mu Shanming remained in the Hechen Law Firm.

Ning Bishu walked into her office and saw her typing away on the keyboard, working like a workaholic, completely absorbed in her job. Seeing Ning Bishu enter, Mu Shanming didn't bother to acknowledge her, simply saying, "Please have a seat."

Ning Bishu didn't disturb her, and quietly sat down on the sofa next to her, browsing Weibo. He hadn't posted for the past few days, and without the traffic sponsored by Di Guofeng, his followers hadn't increased much, and it seemed he had even lost tens of thousands.

Looking at his 200 million+ followers, Ning Bishu genuinely felt it was a waste to squander that amount of traffic. So, unable to resist his tactless quip, he posted: "So tiring, managing hundreds of millions of dollars is really exhausting."

Before, I just wanted to make a couple of million and then quit, living a simple, carefree life. Who would have thought I'd make so much money? Now I have such a huge sum on my shoulders, and so many people around me are watching me with envy. Every day when I open my eyes, I have to think about their basic needs, their families, and their future.

The greater the ability, the more money; the more money, the greater the responsibility; the greater the responsibility, the larger the projects; the larger the projects, the greater the risks; the greater the risks, the greater the rewards; the greater the rewards, the more money, the greater the ability. Sigh, recently I've been planning to do something beneficial for the country and its people, truly sacrificing myself to give back to society. I can't afford to be complacent anymore.

After posting it, it took five or six minutes before the first person commented.

"You won't be tired if you die."

Ning Bishu's eyelids twitched as he replied, "Why does my friend hate me so much?"

However, the person who posted the comment did not reply.

The person who replied to Ning Bishu was another hater.

"Ning Bishu, your perspective is really limited, which may be related to your family background and upbringing. You can't shake off your loser mentality. As soon as you achieve a little success, you can't wait to show it off and flaunt it."

Honestly, I think you're really pathetic. Two hundred million does seem like a lot, but among people in China with that kind of money, who posts their bank balance like you every day? It's true what they say: you only complain when you're desperate for something. You really don't deserve this money; your understanding doesn't match your wealth. You'll lose it all in the same way you acquired it. I'm making this a promise; feel free to prove me wrong.

Ning Bishu stroked his chin and then gave the person a thumbs up.

After a while, more and more comments appeared below.

Some asked Ning Bishu what stocks he had recently bought, others asked what projects he was going to do, and of course, there were curses and encouragement from his fellow investors.

Ning Bishu remained calm and didn't find these words particularly hurtful.

Before long, he watched as the top comment calling him a loser and a lowlife garnered over four digits of likes. Ning Bishu smiled faintly and posted another message: "Thank you all for your encouragement and support! I will definitely work hard!"

After sending this message, seeing that Mu Shanming had stopped, he turned off the screen, put down his phone, and smiled slightly at her: "It's done."

"Mm." Mu Shanming nodded.

The setting sun shone into the office, casting its last rays on her face.

Ning Bishu sincerely complimented, "You look so beautiful today."

Mu Shanming smirked, "Then when am I not beautiful?"

Ning Bishu ignored this question and asked, "What were you writing just now?"

“Write an application for enforcement.” Mu Shanming sighed. “Last time, that Song Xianxian, didn’t she ask them to pay 100,000 yuan? Her family called and said, ‘We have no money, but we can take your life.’”

"It's not over yet?" Ning Bishu said. "I thought it was all over a long time ago."

"What a load of rubbish! Don't you know whether you've received any compensation or not?" Mu Shanming said. "There are still more than 300 lawsuits to be filed. The second and third defendants are coming here tomorrow. I have to appear in court in the morning and afternoon. I'm so busy."

Ning Bishu said, "Take it slow, don't tire yourself out."

Mu Shanming rolled his eyes and said, "Isn't it all for you?"

"But the compensation is yours."

"If I don't help you win the lawsuit first, where will the compensation come from?"

“Okay…” Ning Bishu didn’t want to argue with Mu Shanming, so he just brushed it off and said, “My new company is opening in the next couple of days. Can you lend me Lawyer Ye tomorrow? I have a lot of company documents that I need someone to help me with.”

Mu Shanming laughed and said, "Use it as you like, just pay me."

"How could you, Mr. Mu, be left out?" Ning Bishu stood up. "Can you leave work now?"

"That's it." Mu Shanming saved the file and turned off the computer.

I stood up and stretched.

Then she threw herself into Ning Bishu's arms.

The two hugged each other by the window, and Ning Bishu asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Hmm, a little..." She leaned against Ning Bishu's chest, savoring the relaxation and warmth after her busy schedule.

Just then, Ning Bishu's phone rang again.

Mu Shanming said softly, "President Ning, answer the phone."

Ning Bishu laughed and said, "I'd like to draw the curtains."

"What a pathetic sight..." Mu Shanming frowned and chuckled, unable to bear Ning Bishu's animalistic instincts at this moment.

Ning Bishu said it casually, then let go of her and picked up his phone, "Hello."

"President Ning, everyone has arrived."

On the other end of the phone, Zhan Zhao asked, "Should we wait until tomorrow noon, or should we get together right now tonight?"

Ning Bishu was taken aback. "So fast?"

"Boss, there are a dozen or so elites in their mid-thirties who were sent into society, each with a mortgage of seven or eight thousand yuan a month. Their families are barely making ends meet and are starving. If they're not eager to eat, then they must have something wrong with their brains."

Zhan Zhao's every word is about the human suffering of the middle class.

Ning Bishu smiled upon hearing this, "Alright then, you can make a reservation."

Zhan Zhao said, "Okay, I'll send you my location in a bit."

Ning Bishu hummed in agreement.

The call ended abruptly. "Going out again tonight?" Mu Shanming took Ning Bishu's hand. "Mom said she's cooking for us tonight."

"Mom?" Ning Bishu grinned. "You've started calling her that already?"

"Oh dear! If I don't call you Mom, then what should I call you? Do you really want me to call you Auntie?" Mu Shanming said coquettishly, showing a rare hint of shyness.

Ning Bishu asked, "Did she tell you on her own initiative?"

"Yes." Mu Shanming nodded. "I've already agreed to her request."

"It's okay, we'll just cancel it at the last minute. You can come with me tonight to set the tone."

"What kind of atmosphere are you trying to maintain?"

"Class reunion".

"Huh? Your class reunion?" Mu Shanming's eyes immediately became playful as he looked at Ning Bishu, thinking that Ning Bishu was going to imitate a scene from a novel and drag her over to show off.

Unexpectedly, Ning Bishu said, "Zhan Zhao's class reunion."

"Zhan Zhao?" Mu Shanming was slightly taken aback. "Who is that?"

Ning Bishu said, "That old guy who came here to see me this morning."

Mu Shanming asked curiously, "What are you going to his class reunion for?"

Ning Bishu said, "That's a long story. Among this kid's high school classmates, there are a bunch of corporate executives who were laid off. I'm short-handed right now, so I might as well make use of them. Let's get the project running first."

"You seem to be in a hurry," Mu Shanming said.

Ning Bishu thought for a moment and nodded, "Well, it is a bit of a rush, but... the sooner the better. Let's see if we're cut out for this. If we are, we'll get to it quickly; if not, we'll quit as soon as possible."

Mu Shanming frowned and said, "There aren't many people who succeed in starting a business on their first try. What you're doing is too extreme."

Ning Bishu smiled faintly, "Mingming, you still haven't considered things from the boss's perspective. If someone is over thirty, has money and connections, and still thinks they're quite capable and looks down on others, if they still fail at projects in this situation, they'll basically never have a chance of success in the future."

In this situation, experience is no longer important; the resources at hand are enough to smooth over any pitfalls caused by inexperience. Whether someone with support from all sides can handle a problem depends on only two things: First, whether they have the makings of a boss—whether their decision-making and judgment abilities are up to par. Second, whether they are destined for greatness. You might think I'm extreme, but I only know that the sooner I finish the test, the sooner I'll see the score.

Mu Shanming said, "I think you're in a hurry to be reincarnated."

"Whatever, it's all the same. Being busy living is being busy dying. Every day, aren't people rushing to be reincarnated?" As he spoke, a message from Zhan Zhao popped up on his phone: Cloud Top Hotel, 3rd floor, XX Hall.

The hotel's name looks familiar.

Ning Bishu recalled for two seconds.

Suddenly, he remembered that this was the place where he and Di Guofeng had secretly plotted their big plan last time.

"Great, this hotel is good for me. I'll buy it when I have the chance."

Ning Bishu muttered to himself, then pulled Mu Shanming along and headed outside.

Mu Shanming hurriedly called out, "Wait, let me go upstairs and change my clothes first."

"is it necessary?"

"I'm your woman, and I'm a reflection of your image when I go out. Don't you think it's necessary?"

Ning Bishu hugged her face and kissed her, "My woman, hurry, hold on tight!"

Mu Shan understood him at a glance.

The two hurriedly turned off the lights in the law firm, locked the door, and left the first floor.

Half an hour later, Mu Shanming came downstairs looking beautiful.

Zhao Hu, who had already finished work, also rushed over.

At around 5:40 p.m., Ning Bishu's Mercedes-Benz G-Class pulled up in front of the Genting Hotel.

Zhan Zhao and a group of people were already waiting in the open space in front of the hotel.

As soon as the car stopped, the burly Zhao Hu hurriedly got out, walked to the back door, and opened it. Ning Bishu and Mu Shanming, hand in hand, dressed simply yet with the air of bosses, slowly stepped out of the car.

Beside Zhan Zhao, a group of seven or eight people, men and women, clapped their hands upon seeing this, though it was unclear who had led them.

Ning Bishu stepped forward, nodded to Zhan Zhao first, and then immediately shook hands with everyone in turn.

Without saying a single word expected in an interview, he immediately said, "Welcome to Bishu Health."

"Welcome."

"Welcome!"

Zhan Zhao's classmates also responded excitedly, "Hello, President Ning."

"Thank you, Mr. Ning!"

"Hello, Mr. Ning!"

"This is Mr. Mu Shanming, our General Counsel of Bishu Health."

"Hello, Attorney Mu!"

"Hello, Miss Mu!"

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhan Zhao's unemployed classmates were filled with joy.

Those who originally wanted an annual salary of 20 were now secretly thinking: Actually, 18 is acceptable, 15 is not unacceptable, and if we grit our teeth, 12 is not a bad option either...

(End of this chapter)