Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

In the evening, in a private room of the guesthouse restaurant.

Xiao Hui was gnawing on the roast duck in her hand, her mouth dripping with oil.

The roast duck served was not the kind of roast duck served in Beijing.

The high school entrance exams have begun, and Xiaohui did very well on her exams today, so she seems to be in a good mood.

"Are you leaving right after you finish eating? Is something wrong? I'll see you off!" Fang Ting asked Zhou Hong.

"No, you're still busy with a lot of things. Someone's coming to pick me up." Zhou Hong smiled.

Just then, Zhou Hong's phone rang. He glanced at the number and smiled, "I've arrived!"

Outside the guesthouse, there was a white Audi A2 parked. It cost more than 300,000 yuan when it was bought. It was not as good as the Audi A6 that Zhou Hong had left in his hometown, but nowadays, those who can afford to ride in an Audi are all big bosses.

A burly man in a suit greeted Zhou Hong with a broad smile as he emerged. A deep scar near his eye added to his ruthless aura. His name was Zhu Zhaori, and he was once a notorious ruthless figure in the Ningkang region.

Fang Ting and Mao Xiaohui also saw them off.

Zhou Hong shook hands and exchanged pleasantries with Zhu Zhaori, then waved goodbye to Fang Ting and the other two women.

……

The Ningkang Jiuzhou Hotel is a six-story building and was once the first three-star hotel in Ningkang.

However, nowadays, its location is no longer the economic center of Ningkang City. Various buildings are scattered around, with many billiard halls, bars, foot massage parlors, etc., making it somewhat similar to a gray area or red-light district.

The executive suite on the top floor of the hotel is over 200 square meters and decorated in a lavish style. It seems that the No. 1 executive suite is not open to the public and is only for Mr. Zhu's friends.

In the suite's tea room, a particularly beautiful female tea master gracefully brewed tea for Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong and Zhu Zhaori sat on either side of the tea table.

"Young Master Hong can come up with 5000 million, and I heard that he donates 5000 million to charity every year. I can't even imagine what level that is..." Zhu Zhaori said with a bitter smile. "I'm currently paying back hundreds of thousands of yuan every day with interest on my loans. Every morning when I open my eyes, all I think about is money, money. Where am I supposed to find some money?"

He adopted a very humble posture, completely unlike the demeanor of the powerful Ningkang figure he displayed in public.

Even the female tea masters were quite surprised to hear this bigwig from Ningkang pour out his grievances on another side.

"In the real estate business, if you keep expanding indefinitely, it's hard to have a good ending. Mr. Zhu, I'm telling you something, and you might not like what I'm about to say: it's good that you've collapsed now. If you had grown too big, you would have had a hard time in the future."

Zhu Zhaori smiled wryly, "That makes sense, but what can we country bumpkins do? We're all destined to toil. Young Master Hong was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His eighteenth birthday present was a shopping mall in Donghai worth seven or eight hundred million US dollars. Who can compare to that?"

The female tea master, who had been calmly and elegantly brewing tea, couldn't help but tremble slightly with her snow-white hand, a very rare loss of composure.

Zhou Hong looked at Zhu Zhaori and laughed, "Boss Zhu, you're very well-informed." He chuckled inwardly, thinking, "Three men can make a tiger; what has become of this?"

"Ah? It really is Young Master Hong. San Tai Plaza, right?" Zhu Zhaori had only intended to test the waters, but unexpectedly, it really was the legendary figure. His heart immediately started pounding.

He quickly explained, "Actually, it's an old classmate of mine from Donghai. He works at a notary office. A while ago, I went to Donghai to try and find a solution, and I had dinner with him. That guy, he's a complete liar, saying he'd never met a rich person before, and he only mentioned you, but only that your surname is Zhou. I was cursing him in my heart at the time, thinking he was just bragging to the heavens, and even bragging to others. People like that are the least worth befriending. But then a great philanthropist suddenly came to Ningkang, from Donghai. Considering your age and surname, when I saw you in person, wasn't it you? Now I realize my old classmate was right. It wasn't that he was just talking nonsense; it's just that I'm from a small place, and I can't see the real deal!"

Zhou Hong smiled and waited for him to finish speaking, then waved his hand and said, "I want to do something in Anxia, ​​and I do need two or three partners. I have a few candidates in mind. Mr. Zhu, don't rush..." He waved his hand to stop Zhu Zhaori from speaking, "I need to think about it more. I'm prepared to invest several hundred million in Anxia."

Although the current goal has been changed to building a general aviation airport, it can actually be built according to the standards of a transport airport, the kind that can take off and land dozens of large aircraft every day. Moreover, an airport that can take off and land A380s would have a runway length and width that would be 4F level. In any case, the system will cover the construction and maintenance costs.

The cost of this airport will be astronomical, but the land must be dirt cheap. I'm not prepared to create a bunch of nouveau riche just because the system reimburses expenses.

In my own plan, we can allocate several hundred million yuan of land acquisition funds to compensate all the residents of the county, rather than just subsidizing those who are relocated. We'll see how we use the money in the future.

As for the road construction from Ankang to the airport, and then from the airport to the county town, theoretically the system should also pay for it, since it belongs to the airport's supporting infrastructure.

As Zhou Hong pondered, Zhu Zhaori was stunned. Anxia, ​​that godforsaken place? You want to invest hundreds of millions? What for? Just to skip stones for fun?

I built the Century Residential Complex because I was able to get a 30 million yuan loan with an exceptionally low interest rate. I was practically playing the game with nothing, but now I'm badly hurt and it even triggered some old loan black holes, and they're all coming to collect the debts. Isn't my experience a lesson from the past?

But Zhu Zhaori naturally dared not say it aloud, otherwise he would definitely miss out on the title of "partner".

Zhou Hong glanced at Zhu Zhaori and smiled, "I'm not here to make money. Of course, my partners should all be able to make some money from me. Over the years, you can all earn a small fortune together, no problem."

Zhu Zhaori pondered, "This 'small goal'? One hundred million?" He smiled ingratiatingly, "Of course, of course. We can't compare to Young Master Hong's level. Young Master Hong's 'small goal' is what we'd struggle for several lifetimes. Young Master Hong is here to help the poor; in fact, in Young Master Hong's eyes, we're all poor!"

Zhou Hong thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Mr. Zhu? This is our first meeting, and we don't know each other very well, so it's not appropriate to talk too much. I'll come here again, and you're welcome to go to Donghai. My investment in Anxia is just an intention; let's take our time and see, okay?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "In Ningkang, I plan to invest 100 million yuan each in building a large garment factory, a large food factory, and a stationery factory. These will be used to produce charitable donations for some of my overseas charitable projects and will not be sold in the domestic market."

Zhu Zhaori was completely bewildered, exclaiming, "Ah, ah, ah?"

Is the factory in Ningkang specifically for producing charitable donations for several overseas charitable projects?

What about transportation costs and all that? What's your line of thinking?

They were all hesitant to discuss the topic. "Yes, you're right. The road has been too bumpy. You should rest early. We'll take you to Tong'an tomorrow morning." Zhu Zhaori then gestured to the female tea master.

"Young Master Hong, Boss Zhu, good night, sweet dreams!" The female tea master said sweetly, then gracefully stood up and took her leave.

Nodding at her graceful back, Zhu Zhaori winked and said, "Young Master Hong, how is she? She'll help you relax tonight."

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "Boss Zhu is going to reluctantly part with it? Forget it, I don't have the habit of taking what others have for granted."

Zhu Zhaori was a little embarrassed. He felt he had concealed it well, but this mysterious 18-year-old tycoon could see through his subtle actions? Impressive! Impressive! You really can't treat him like a child. After all, how could someone from such an unimaginable family, who allowed him to manage hundreds of millions of dollars in assets at such a young age, still be considered a child?

These charitable causes sound like gibberish to me; I don't understand them, and it's hard to believe them. I can only let them go in one ear and out the other.

"Here's the thing, you help me with things like choosing a location for the charity factory. I'll transfer 20 million as seed money to you first. You can use your personal account," Zhou Hong said.

Huh? Zhu Zhaori was stunned again. I'm clearly heavily in debt, yet you just casually transferred 20 million to my personal account? Aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money? You're so young, yet you're really good at fooling people.

I was trying to figure out how to politely decline and give this guy a way out.

Zhou Hong had already picked up the phone and dialed the number of Haifa Bank's own private banking team.

"Bank card number, name, preferably from Haifa Bank, so it can be credited instantly without verification, tell me!" Zhou Hong looked at Zhu Zhaori.

Zhu Zhaori was stunned. Had the world turned upside down? Had the heavens and earth collapsed?

Zhu Zhaori gave out his bank card number from Haifa Bank in a daze, and soon after, the bank called to say that 2000 million yuan had been deposited into his account.

It can only be said that the whole world was in darkness, and then suddenly, it was full of light.

My mind felt completely blank, as if it had been paused, and I even forgot how to breathe.

He suddenly started coughing, and it turned out he almost suffocated himself.

"Old Zhu, go and rest, I don't need you to keep me company!" Zhou Hong waved his hand.

"Ah, ah, please continue, continue your meal, I, I'll take my leave!"

Despite being called a tea room, the table was laden with a sumptuous late-night snack.

Zhu Zhaori got up and walked out in a daze, stumbling and almost falling.

Then, an overwhelming surge of joy welled up inside me, and the world before my eyes seemed to have changed completely.