They surrounded me right after the breakup.

The night before the trial.

Zhao Xiulan sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom, with the wardrobe door wide open.

She pulled out a dark gray coat from the bottom of the drawer.

The items were folded neatly, and the labels on the collars had long since faded.

The two buttons on the cuffs were sewn on with different colored thread.

Liu Meng brought in a glass of warm water and leaned against the door frame.

"Mom, I haven't seen you wear this in years."

"It's been tucked away at the very bottom of the cabinet for over ten years."

Zhao Xiulan unfolded her coat and smoothed out the creases on the hem with her palm.

With his fingertip resting on the edge of the inside pocket, he pinched off a tiny loose thread.

"I wore this every day when I worked at Yuantao Building Materials."

She hung her coat on the hanger.

The top button was a little loose, so I took it off and sewed it back on.

"Mom, are you scared?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of."

"Because you've grown up and become your mother's support."

Liu Meng walked over and took the needle from her mother's hand.

Hold the thread up to the light and thread it through the eye of the needle.

Zhao Xiulan smiled as she watched her daughter's hand movements as she held the needle.

Then, she took an old tin box out of the wardrobe.

The box lid is printed with a faded peony pattern.

Inside was a work badge belonging to Yuantao Building Materials.

She pinned her name tag to the chest area of ​​her uniform.

After fastening it, I gently pressed it down with my palm.

Then I picked up the dark gray coat and put it on.

Button each button in front of the mirror.

The top one, which was just sewn on, is fastened very tightly.

"If you wear this, your Uncle Jiang in heaven will recognize me."

Zhao Xiulan took off her coat, folded it neatly, and placed it on the bedside table.

Pants and shoes were neatly arranged at the foot of the bed.

Meanwhile, Jiang Han was sitting in his study.

The materials needed for tomorrow's court hearing are laid out in front of me.

Account books, quality inspection reports, and drafts of order cancellation approvals.

Two lists of documents to be destroyed, seized from Rongbang Construction.

Each document was numbered and its source and corresponding evidence chain node were indicated.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

The message Qiu Siyao sent had a filename with only four characters.

Nezha settles the score.

The box office finalized at 49.74 billion yuan.

After deducting the special fund and value-added tax, the remaining 45.6 billion yuan can be distributed among the shareholders.

The theaters took 52%, leaving the film's producers with 18 billion yuan.

The total cost of production and marketing was 1.5 million.

Total profit was 16.5 billion.

Xingyue Media invested 6000 million yuan, accounting for 4% of the total investment.

The initial investment of 6000 million was recovered, plus a profit of 6.6 million.

The total amount received was 7.2 million.

Jiang Han mentally reviewed the numbers.

When the check was being signed, Fang Chongwen frowned the whole time.

They said animated films were too risky and asked him to reconsider.

Even the dumpling itself couldn't have imagined this number.

Now that the settlement statement is out, 7.2 million yuan has been pocketed.

Cool!

That was fucking awesome!

What is information asymmetry?

This is the information gap.

With a vision from the future, a casual flick of the wrist can net you a few small profits.

This way of making money is much more enjoyable than starting a company.

At that time, no one believed that a domestically produced animation could gross more than 40 billion yuan at the box office.

The settlement statement is now on the table, with the numbers clearly written down.

Dumpling called yesterday to say that the sequel folder has been created.

Ask him if he'll vote or not.

Of course we'll vote!

If I don't vote for Nezha, why would I vote for "Dream Chaser in the Entertainment Industry"?

Jiang Han picked up his phone and sent a message to Qiu Siyao.

"Received. I'll transfer the money to your account after the court hearing tomorrow."

"What is the category?"

"The boss's wife's year-end bonus."

Qiu Siyao replied instantly: "Thank you, honey!"

Jiang Han smiled and put down his phone.

Unconsciously, his fingers flipped to another document on the table.

There were only a few lines of text on it, which was the bet agreement that Xia Yutong had signed back then.

With Nezha's box office exceeding 40 billion, Xia Yutong is at his mercy.

Her signature at the end was straight and upright.

She was still wearing that burgundy suit when she signed the bet.

They just finished a due diligence meeting and said Jianghan is unprofessional.

They say the market ceiling for animated films is too low, and 40 billion is simply impossible.

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Xia Yutong's image appeared in my mind.

Her short hair just reached her shoulders, with the ends curling slightly inwards.

His features are rather cold; when he's not smiling, he looks like a serious high school homeroom teacher.

But her figure and face are completely different styles.

That suit skirt hides something truly special.

The shirt buttons are always pulled very tight.

Once in a meeting room, she bent down to pick up a document, and the second button popped open.

Her face flushed red as she covered her collar and squatted down to pick it up, her ears burning hot.

She has a very slim waist and round hips.

She was wrapped in a bodycon skirt, and she probably didn't even realize the extent of her swaying as she walked.

The most amazing thing was those tiny feet.

Size 35, very thin instep, round toes.

The Xia Yutong who appeared in court was a different person.

Black lawyer's robe, hair up, gold-rimmed glasses.

He speaks slowly and deliberately, each word like a scalpel.

When the opposing witness is rendered speechless, he will push up his glasses with his middle finger.

That coldness, so different from her usual demeanor, makes it hard not to overthink things.

Jiang Han stubbed out his cigarette.

He took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Xia Yutong.

"The settlement statement is out, it's 49.74 billion."

After a few seconds, Xia Yutong replied with three words.

"You win."

"We'll talk about the bet after the lawsuit is over."

Xia Yutong did not reply.

Jiang Han put his phone on the table.

Liu Meng's face reappeared in my mind.

She and Xia Yutong are two completely different types.

Long hair, never dyed or permed, reaching to her waist.

Her voice is soft, and when she smiles, her eyes crinkle first, followed by her lips.

She's the eldest among her group of girlfriends, and everyone calls her Sister Meng.

I'm used to handling everything myself and never causing trouble for others.

But her figure is far more dangerous than she appears.

Unassuming and unassuming.

Her bust size is smaller than Yao Yao's, but the shape is good.

Wearing a tight-fitting sweater dress, in particular, perfectly suits Liu Meng's temperament.

Long calves and rounded thighs.

Her ankles were encased in flesh-colored stockings and so slender they could be grasped with one hand.

Liu Meng usually wears cheongsams, with the hem of the skirt extending past the knee and the slit only reaching two inches above the knee.

But the cheongsam depends entirely on the waist-to-hip ratio.

Her waist, when viewed from the back, had extremely tight curves on both sides.

It stretched out suddenly at the buttocks, the fabric taut without a single wrinkle.

The curve of her body when she bends over to pour tea is revealed without her even realizing it.

Jiang Han also bumped into Liu Meng doing yoga.

When bending forward, the waist collapses and the buttocks stick out, it's super exaggerated.

Jiang Han opened his eyes, picked up his phone, and flipped through the calendar.

The court hearing is tomorrow.

According to Xia Yutong's estimate, the trial will last a maximum of 3 days.

Three days later, the Jiang family's accounts were settled.

and then?

Xia Yutong's bet is waiting to be fulfilled.

Liu Meng's promise is also waiting to be fulfilled.

He roughly calculated the timeline and found that the two events would most likely coincide in the same week.

First, let's eat the meal that Lawyer Xia agreed to based on our bet.

We'll have another move-in dinner with Boss Liu.

If you're unlucky, both meals might happen on the same day...

In addition, the tasks issued by the system will also be completed.

What kind of surprise will this bring?

Send the Jiang family in tomorrow.

Then come back and fulfill them one by one.

It was already very late at night outside the window.

Jiang Han reached out and flattened the account book, then pressed the corners down with an ashtray.

Then I turned off the table lamp.

The entire study darkened, with only the phone screen remaining lit.

The screen displayed the last three words Xia Yutong had sent.

"You won..."