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"boom!"

Liu Xiaoli felt her head go blank, as if it had exploded.

Apologize?

Have a meal?

This isn't a meal; it's clearly an attempt to trample her dignity underfoot!

The greasy man's face and greedy eyes reappeared before her eyes.

go with?

That's like a lamb entering a tiger's den; it's self-inflicted humiliation.

Not going?

My daughter's future may be ruined because of her.

Liu Xiaoli bit her lip tightly.

She turned to look at Liu Qianqian.

The little girl was staring at her with wide, clear eyes, eyes that were completely pure.

"mom……"

Although Liu Qianqian didn't understand the adults' intricacies, she could sense her mother's pain.

She jumped out of bed, ran over, and hugged Liu Xiaoli's waist.

"Mom, I'm not acting anymore. Let's go home."

Liu Xiaoli took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and patted her daughter's back.

"Be good, Sisi, stop making a fuss."

Her face, which always carried the aloofness of a dancer, was now filled with struggle and a kind of resolute determination that said, "I'm going to go all out."

Perhaps it's just a matter of having a couple of drinks with him. As long as I'm careful, I shouldn't give this guy any opportunity to take advantage of me.

"Director Zhang, if I go, will Sisi's role be secure?"

Zhang Jizhong has acted in many major productions throughout his life and considers himself a real man.

Although the incident had nothing to do with him, he was still a little embarrassed to be forced to ask a woman to "plead" for him because of eight million.

"That Mr. Zhu... sigh, he said as long as it saves face, he definitely won't withdraw the money."

Zhang Jizhong's words made him feel guilty.

Liu Xiaoli slowly closed her eyes.

Just as she was about to nod.

"I'm saying, are you treating me like I don't exist?"

Yu Le, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

"That pig's head looks like a steamed bun; doesn't it make you nauseous to eat with him?"

Liu Xiaoli turned her head, her eyes slightly red.

"Yu Le, you don't understand, that's eight million. Without that money, Qianqian's chance..."

"Is eight million a lot?"

Yu Le threw the candy into his mouth and crunched it to pieces.

The sound was exceptionally crisp in the quiet room, even carrying a hint of arrogance.

Zhang Jizhong suddenly looked up.

He stared at Yu Le, the wrinkles on his large, bearded face practically dancing.

"Xiao Yu! Don't joke around at a time like this! This is real money!"

"Old Zhang, that's where you're wrong. Who do you think you are?"

Yu Le stood up and patted the dust off his bottom.

"I'll make up for Zhu Fugui's eight million."

He grinned.

"I wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but instead I was brutally beaten by capital. I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table, I'm a multi-millionaire."

Liu Xiaoli stood there, her hand still frozen in mid-air.

Her first thought was that the man had gone mad, driven to madness by Zhu Fugui.

"Yu Le, don't do anything reckless. If you borrow money from shady sources, our lives will be ruined."

"What are you thinking? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would sell kidneys just to show off?"

Yu Le rolled her eyes. "Besides, you can't raise eight million even by selling kidneys these days."

He casually picked up the coat from the table.

"Old Zhang, tell that pig to take his stinking money and get the hell out of here. Eight million will be in the account by tomorrow morning, sharp."

Zhang Jizhong's mouth remained open for a long time.

Looking at Yu Le's face, which seemed to say "I'm very rich," he felt a strange sense of trust.

This feels absurd.

A lazy bum who spends all his time on set eating and sleeping, suddenly says he wants to pay eight million.

Yu Le ignored the several petrified human figures in the room.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket and casually grabbed a banana from the table.

"I'm going to Hangzhou. See you tomorrow."

........

VIP room of a securities brokerage in Hangzhou.

The soft blue light emanating from the computer screen illuminated Yu Le's slightly tired yet undeniably excited face.

On the screen, Apple's stock chart was like a rocket, with one bullish line after another shooting straight into the sky, making people's blood boil.

In just two months.

It increased fivefold.

The fighter jet among speculative stocks.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity."

Yu Le looked at the stocks in his account that were rising well and shook his head with a pained expression.

This is the future trillion-dollar empire.

If this money had been saved until the day Jobs unveiled the iPhone 4, his net worth would have increased by at least two zeros.

But no way.

Who can blame them when they have a hungry "money-devouring beast" at home, and an ignorant nouveau riche waiting to be slapped in the face?

"Throw it all away."

Yu Le's fingers tapped on the keyboard, his movements as fast as if he were playing the piano.

Without the slightest hesitation.

As the Enter key was pressed, the numbers on the screen froze instantly, turning into a dizzying string of cash balances.

Nine million five hundred thousand RMB.

After deducting handling fees, taxes, and various other expenses, the net amount was nearly nine million.

"Sigh, I've even slaughtered this golden goose for Wang Yuyan."

Yu Le slumped in the chair and spun around.

He picked up the landline on the table and dialed Zhang Jizhong's number.

"Hello, is this Lao Zhang?"

"Wake up and collect the money."

……

The next morning.

The fog in Xinchang hadn't even lifted yet, but the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" crew's residence was already in an uproar.

A scream came from the finance office, startling a passing stagehand who dropped his prop sword.

"We're here! We're really here!"

The finance manager waved the remittance slip in her hand and rushed into the director's room, her expression more exaggerated than if she had won the lottery.

"Director Zhang! Eight million! Not a penny less! It's all here!"

While brushing his teeth, Zhang Jizhong's hand trembled, and the toothbrush went straight into his nostril.

"Cough cough cough! What did you say?!"

Ignoring the pungent minty smell in his nose, he hastily wiped his face and snatched the remittance slip.

The string of zeros on it made his eyes dizzy.

Remitter: Yu Le.

Really.

This kid wasn't bragging.

He's a truly low-profile billionaire!

"Quickly! Go and fetch Yu Le... no, quickly go and invite Mr. Yu here!"

Zhang Jizhong was so excited that he put his shoes on backwards.

"And another one!" Just as he was about to have someone inform Wang Fugui, he suddenly remembered that he had been disgusted by that guy all night, and he would never cooperate with such a guy again.

He simply called Wang Fugui himself.

"Forget it, what's the point of informing him! I'll tell him myself!"

The call connected quickly, and Zhu Fugui's greasy, hungover voice came through: "Hey? Director Zhang, has that beauty come to her senses? When is she coming over?"

Zhang Jizhong sneered and roared back with a powerful voice:

"Zhu Fugui! Take your eight million and get the hell out of here!"

"I'm not putting up with this anymore!"