Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 144 Reasons
Zhuo Tong looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person's expensive clothes were in disarray, and there were bright red lipstick marks on a large area of ​​skin on their chest.

Even after drinking a lot of alcohol, he couldn't turn the obvious sickly paleness on his haggard face into a bright red.

It was Liao Gang.

Come to think of it, I didn't see Liao Gang at his Hongxing factory this afternoon, but I bumped into him at the bar.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. How could a good-for-nothing rich kid like Liao Gang be willing to spend time on work and career?

Perhaps only a bar setting truly suits his personality?
"Liao Gang? You're drinking here too tonight?"

Zhou Mingyuan could sense something from his tone, but at this moment, it was best to pretend he hadn't noticed.

Liao Gang chuckled, as if deliberately showing off his spoils, and pointed to the countless bright red lipstick marks on his chest:
"I was sleeping well this afternoon when my dad suddenly called. I don't remember what he said, but he transferred a million to me."

"Now that I have the money, I'll have to spend it properly. I can't just let it sit in the bank waiting... uh, what's that four-character idiom again? The one about money becoming less and less valuable."

"inflation."

Tang casually added, "His family is in the investment business, so he has a good understanding of economics."

Of course, Zhuo Tong, who came from an accounting background, understood, but he simply wasn't in the mood to respond.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what I wanted to talk about: inflation."

"Didn't your dad just send you 100,000 yuan for living expenses a while ago? How come he transferred another million yuan to you just a few days later?"

Zhou Mingyuan was fairly familiar with the situation at Hongxing Factory. Its profits had been declining recently, and even if Liao Jianxiong were out of his mind, he wouldn't be able to take out a million yuan and let Liao Gang squander it all.

Unless this million is no different from a death sentence, and it's a one-time thing with no future payments.

"Your dad must have some other purpose for giving you this money! How could he possibly let you spend it directly?"

"Hmm... He said something else at the time, but I was still hungover and didn't quite remember it, but it doesn't matter."

Although Liao Gang still had a smile on his face, it was obvious that it had turned cold and sinister.
"Everyone here looks unfamiliar; they must all be friends of President Zhou, right?"

He brazenly and forcefully squeezed his way between Aze and Zhou Mingyuan, holding a cup with only a few ice cubes in his hand.

With his rough push, Aze almost fell to the ground, as most of his seat was empty.

Aze, filled with rage, was about to unleash his fury on the arrogant Liao Gang when Zhou Mingyuan stopped him with a look.

"If I had known beforehand that you were the people in booth number 24, I would never have said those things, even if you gave me a thousand lives."

"only……"

His gaze suddenly sharpened, his eyes fixed on Zhuo Tong, who sat opposite him, separated only by a table.

"You're fucking arrogant! You think you're so great just because you have a little money? All you do is show off, huh?"

Liao Gang is now clearly in a state of exasperation.

Although he had just received a million from his father, Liao Jianxiong, it was impossible for him to spend hundreds of thousands in one night just to spite someone.

He's stupid, not dumb.

So he only wanted to add one bottle at a time, but after adding just the second bottle, Zhuo Tong flipped the table and decided to buy everything. What's the difference between that and slapping him across the face?
The most crucial thing is that those few people who just wanted to watch the show even stood up and fanned the flames, saying they wanted to toast Zhuo Tong. Where did that leave their own face?

Thinking he'd have a great time tonight and maybe even show off his wealth to the girls he'd brought, he decided to treat everyone at each table to a bottle of fine wine.

As a result of Zhuo Tong's meddling, the girls started looking at him strangely.

Liao Gang was thinking to himself, completely unaware that if he hadn't looked down on the wine Zhou Mingyuan had given him, he wouldn't be in this predicament now.

"Brother Zhuo, isn't what you're doing a bit unfair? Isn't it hurting your good brother's feelings too much?"

Zhuo Tong did not answer immediately, but glanced at Zhou Mingyuan.

It wasn't out of concern for Zhou Mingyuan's reaction, but simply to see if he would choose to tolerate it as before.

Fortunately, Zhou Mingyuan sighed and nodded slightly, indicating that he intended to abandon Liao Gang, a completely unreliable connection.

After all, what Zhou Mingyuan really cared about was his father Liao Jianxiong's connections.

Zhuo Tong ignored Liao Gang's question and instead asked him:

"Liao Gang, have you ever thought about why your father gave you a million?"

Liao Gang was taken aback. His father's phone call this afternoon was too sudden, and coupled with his recent sleep deprivation and hangover, he couldn't remember what he said at all.

He did explain why, but he couldn't remember anything, only some vague words.

Liao Gang frowned:
"None of your business. You think you're someone important? I only treated you respectfully that day because of President Zhou..."

Zhuo Tong waved her hand impatiently to interrupt, no longer in the mood to argue with him.
"If you don't remember, just call him and ask. What if this money is important?"

Liao Gang was so taken aback by what he said that he completely forgot what he was going to say and could only think about why his father had given him a million dollars.

Yes, they just gave me 100,000 yuan for living expenses a while ago, why did they suddenly give me a million?
Moreover, his tone was very serious and earnest, clearly indicating that he had something to tell me.

A possibility flashed through his mind, sending chills down his spine. Completely disregarding his grudge against Zhuo Tong, he picked up the phone and dialed.

It was only 10 o'clock, and Liao Jianxiong was still awake. The call was quickly connected.
"Dad, what did you say this afternoon? Why did you suddenly give me that million?"

Zhuo Tong and Pan Yi, who was beside him, watched him make a phone call. The latter leaned close to Zhuo Tong's ear and whispered a question:
"Could it be that his company was acquired and his dad gave him some money to start his own business?"

Zhuo Tong shrugged, not giving a direct answer:
"Who knows?"

Pan Yi could tell from his calm and composed expression that he knew the truth, but she didn't know why he was deliberately keeping it to himself.

It was as if a lion was toying with its dying prey, its eyes full of mockery.

So I couldn't help but raise my little fist and punch him on his broad shoulder again.

In fact, aside from the part about the acquisition, Zhuo Tong himself couldn't answer this question.

However, based on the timeline, we can make a rough guess and arrive at a conclusion similar to Pan Yi's, since this is the most likely outcome.

Unexpectedly, the next second after hearing his father's explanation, Liao Gang, who looked flustered, suddenly shouted loudly, thus answering the questions in everyone's minds.

(End of this chapter)