2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

"My full name is Luo Benquan, my nickname is Luo Haozi, and I was born in..."

Besides everyday matters, his parents and children, and his work income, Luo Benquan even revealed that he was keeping a mistress.

Qin Hanyang, who was standing to the side, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

He finally understood that besides pretending to be a ghost, his uncle's line of work could sometimes be quite interesting, especially when it came to listening to gossip.

After Luo Benquan finished speaking, he couldn't help but bring up his "real business":

"Our company is about to set up a branch, but the position of branch manager hasn't been decided yet. Do you think I have a chance this time?"

"Oh?"

After listening, Wang Pengfei made a series of mental gestures, counting on his fingers and chanting a bunch of incantations that no one else could understand.

After he finished reading, Wang Pengfei shook his head:

"Master Luo, you must have pulled a lot of strings for this matter, right?"

"Master Wang, how did you know? I've been running around to my old and current bosses about this, practically wearing out my legs, and I've even bribed them, but there's still no word on it. Nobody dares to give me any definite information, and I'm completely uncertain!"

"Does it feel like everything has always gone smoothly for you before, and this time, you've encountered something completely unexpected?"

"right!"

Luo Benquan slapped his thigh, feeling that Wang Pengfei's words had hit the nail on the head, and that he was simply a living god.

"This matter is unlikely to succeed."

Wang Pengfei shook his head and told him with a regretful expression.

"What?"

Robben was struck dumb upon hearing this.

So, all my running around these past few days has been for nothing?

He asked with some difficulty, "Is there really no hope at all, Master Wang?"

"Master Luo, I just did some calculations, and the reason why your first half of life was smooth sailing without any major setbacks is because you held onto your true self. But over the years, the character '本' (běn, meaning 'original' or 'root') in your name has drifted further and further away from you. You have... forgotten your roots!"

"Forgot your roots?"

Luo Benquan wanted to ask something else.

Wang Pengfei shook his head and shooed him away: "Go on, I've said all I can say, that's all I have to say."

"oh......"

Faced with the master's order to leave, Robben dared not linger.

Some people returned to their cars, looking rather absent-minded.

"Forgot your roots? Have I forgotten my roots...?"

In that instant, he thought of his wife, who was busy at home taking care of the elderly and raising the children. Although her figure had changed, she was still his wife who had shared his hardships. His affair with a mistress was indeed a betrayal of his roots.

Suddenly, another idea flashed into his mind.

Yes, his old classmate Qin Anhua came to ask him for help, but he wouldn't see him, wouldn't answer his phone, and avoided him altogether. He even stood him up today when they agreed to discuss business.

He knew that this old classmate had been successful two years ago, but was now down on his luck.

Luo Benquan was afraid that if he lent him the loan, the latter would not be able to repay it, which would affect his performance.

But they used to study together in middle school, and back then everyone was starving, so he took good care of me.

"Damn it, it seems the master was right after all! I'm such a fucking bastard!"

With a loud slap, Robbenquan, sitting in the car, slapped himself hard across the face.

Then, as if struck by a pang of conscience, he took out his phone and called Qin Anhua back:

"Old Qin? Still waiting for me? Okay, okay, I'll be right back. Let's have dinner together tonight, we can talk things over... What do you mean, 'you arrange it'? I'm the host, I'll pay! If you dare to pay the bill, I'll get mad at you!"

......

"This guy surnamed Luo gave quite a lot."

Inside the old house, Qin Hanyang opened the red envelope that Luo Benquan had offered as a tribute, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, how did you know he came to ask about his own future?"

This problem baffled him.

"You brat, do you really think your uncle can get away with this without some skills?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei smiled smugly and explained,

"In our line of work, there's a saying: 'A scholar asks about his future, a merchant asks about his future.' A scholar is an official, and a merchant is a businessman. Based on the information you gave me before, this person is currently a mid-level manager and doesn't lack money, so he's definitely asking about his future."

Qin Hanyang smiled and said, "It seems that you people really do have some knowledge in this field."

Wang Pengfei grew increasingly smug: "There's so much to learn. Do you know why I was able to predict the rest correctly?"

"Pshaw, aren't they just some platitudes that sound platitude?"

Qin Hanyang immediately saw through it, "For example, his connections. Anyone in this situation would have to try to do what they can. Also, if his first half of life was smooth sailing and he has made it to this day, his recollection of his first half of life would naturally be embellished."

"That's right... to put it bluntly, it's about manipulating human nature."

After being exposed, Wang Pengfei stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

He never expected that his nephew would see through all his tricks so clearly.

"Damn it, you're a no-go from school, come work for us. I, as your uncle, will follow you!"

"We'll see. I don't usually lie."

Qin Hanyang stated that he is a person of principle.

Wang Pengfei rolled his eyes. Wasn't this scam orchestrated by his own nephew?

Even now, he still has a feeling that it's not real.

In less than two days, they made millions!

Let's go back and spend some money!

Thinking of this, Wang Pengfei quickly finished packing the remaining luggage.

"Go and get two pieces of sausage and bacon from the kitchen, pack them in newspaper, and we'll take them back."

Qin Hanyang joked, "Everyone else takes things back, but you're doing the opposite, like a bandit."

Wang Pengfei smiled and said, "You don't understand. This meat is for me. Whatever's left before I leave, that's how much I'll have when I come back!"

"That's true."

Qin Hanyang nodded. Both of them had a very clear understanding of the old man's mindset.

Not long after, Grandma Zhou Ying finished her farm work and returned home carrying a sickle and a basket of vegetables.

The two of them helped with the cooking and then prepared to set off after dinner.

Wang Pengfei said goodbye, "Mom, I'm leaving."

Zhou Ying angrily shouted, "Get out of here! Out of sight, out of mind!"

Qin Hanyang was already used to their way of getting along, and said with a smile, "Grandma, I'm leaving too."

"Wait, Yangyang."

Zhou Ying tried to persuade her to stay for a while, but to no avail. Then she took out a plastic bag from her purse, which was wrapped in several layers.

The last layer after peeling it off was a handkerchief.

She opened the handkerchief, and inside was money!

"You're going to college now, this is a red envelope from your grandma."

There was no red sun, but he handed Qin Hanyang the only two 50-yuan bills he had.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Qin Hanyang didn't refuse at all, because he knew that he couldn't possibly refuse this red envelope from this stubborn old man.

Forcing things will only result in petty squabbling.

"Grandma, remember to tidy up my room after I leave. I forgot to make the blankets."

"Don't worry, I'll wash and dry the blankets and pillowcases again so you can use them next time you come over."

Zhou Ying waved her hand dismissively.

Seeing this, Qin Hanyang felt relieved, because he had put the remaining thousand yuan from his stall under his pillow.

Goodbye, Grandma.

Before night fell, the two drove out of Huilong Village.

"Hehehe~"

At the village entrance, there was that familiar figure and that familiar laughter.

Wang Pengfei stepped on the gas and handed him five hundred yuan.

"Pova! Take this to your grandma, and tell her to buy some rice and oil."

"Hehehe~"

Let's go!

The car drove further and further away, gradually turning from the county road back onto the national highway.

In a moment of utter boredom, Wang Pengfei asked what he considered the most important question at the moment:

"Yangyang, what are you going to do with this 500,000?"

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