C19

"Daddy, you're too much!"

Zhou Zihan was furious, "How can you treat Big Brother Zhong like this?"

"Damned girl, you're my daughter. If you help him, I'll treat you as if you're not my daughter!"

Zhou Cangzhu scolded directly, his expression extremely ugly. Even his own daughter had spoken up for an outsider, but he had become an outsider instead.

"Big Brother Zhong, don't listen to him."

Worried that Zhong Wentao would leave in anger, Zhou Zihan could only be the peacemaker.

If not for the fact that Zhong Wentao had helped them earn that much money, how could the days of the 'Ciji Hall' not have a single patient?

"I'm fine."

With a light smile, Zhong Wentao didn't mind.

Zhou Cangzhu had this kind of personality; he would only open his eyes to money.

As long as he could get the patient to change the money, Zhou Cangzhu would treat him with a 180 degree attitude, so he was not worried.

However, it was indeed time to go and find Cheng San. After all, there was no way for him to hide like this.

As he was about to go find Cheng San shao, Zhou Zihan also nervously stood up and looked at him, worried that he would leave.

"Don't worry about me, I'm going out to find a patient to advertise for the hospital."

Zhong Wentao consoled her in a soft voice but Zhou Cangzhu merely snorted in disdain and did not say anything else.

He was also afraid of talking too much, really chasing Zhong Wentao away would not be worth it.

At the Cheng Corporation building.

Zhong Wentao stood below, and raised his head to look at the skyscraper that pierced the clouds, to the point where he was dizzy and couldn't even count how many floors there were in this building.

He had just called Bai Shiyun to seek his help, and obtained the location of the Third Young Master Cheng.

Ever since he was treated that day, Cheng San had been hiding in the company. He worked very diligently after work, which made the Cheng family's old man very satisfied. He gave him a lot of pocket money and was working hard to save it.

The main door of the Cheng Clan Company was wide open, and the security guards were slowly wandering around. They did not have any intentions of stopping anyone, so Zhong Wentao quickly walked in and heaved a sigh of relief without being stopped.

According to Bai Shiyun's instructions, they would enter the elevator and press on the 23rd floor. After a few seconds, he appeared outside the office of Third Young Master Cheng. The secretary stood up from her seat and smiled at him.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

The secretary smiled sweetly and said gently.

"I'm looking for young master Cheng San. I'm his friend. We have an appointment."

The secretary nodded and picked up the phone to make a call. After a while, she put down the phone and nodded to him to let him in.

Zhong Wentao was very surprised, he did not show it on the surface, but he was curious, how did Bai Shiyun know that she would definitely be able to enter if she said that?

He was sighing with admiration at Bai Shiyun's intelligence in the short span of a few steps, but in reality, Cheng San was very idle normally. There were really too many of these people, and they could come and find him at any time.

"Why is it you!"

The moment the office door was pushed open, Third Young Master Cheng's frightened voice came from inside.

The secretary quickly came over and asked what Third Young Master Cheng meant. Was this person not Third Young Master's friend?

Zhong Wentao did not mind, he walked in quickly and sat on the leather sofa, with half of his body sunk in, it was indeed very soft, the rich people would just enjoy it.

"Third Young Master, this …?"

The secretary was a little suspicious, he could not tell what kind of relationship Zhong Wentao had with Third Young Master Cheng.

"Down!"

The secretary left immediately, not forgetting to close the office door affectionately.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly dropped to a freezing point. Third Young Master Cheng was very dissatisfied with his arrival.

"What are you doing here?"

Third Young Master Cheng snapped coldly with his eyes. He looked like he was about to eat someone.

He waved the promissory note in his hand and told General Cheng San to shut his mouth.

After a long time, he finally took out a lot of 100-yuan bills from his drawer, but compared to 800 thousand, they were still far off.

"I only have three hundred thousand, do you want it or not!"

He was shouting and hooting, but his eyes were filled with panic. He was also a timid person.

Cheng San didn't have much of a crush on the Cheng Family, he wasn't even bothered by the elders of the family. The only thing they could do was not disgrace the Cheng Group, and they all turned a blind eye to everything else.

Therefore, the IOU in Zhong Wentao's hands posed a huge threat to him.

He was afraid that the media would make a big fuss over this matter. When the uncles of the Cheng family looked at him with looks of disgust and ridicule, he would be scared.

"Selling this promissory note to the media might be more than 300,000 yuan. It seems like Third Young Master Cheng thinks that I'm a beggar."

He stood up and was about to leave when Third Young Master Cheng couldn't sit still any longer. He immediately ran over and pulled his arm. His posture was extremely low.

Zhong Wentao pondered in his heart on how he should speak, but at the same time, he couldn't help but admire Bai Shiyun as a genius.

Every word that was taught to him was a threat to Third Young Master Cheng. Step by step, he drew closer and held the dominant position tightly in his hands.

"I only have 300,000 left. My uncle at home doesn't care about me, my dad only likes my big brother and second brother. I really have no other choice, I beg of you!"

There was a hint of a sobbing tone in his voice, full of pleading. It was completely different from what was reported outside.

Seeing him kneel on the ground, Zhong Wentao was helpless. He had never intended to do this in the first place.

"Stand up, men have gold under their knees."

The old man's words only made Third Young Master Cheng feel even more humiliated.

"I only have three hundred thousand, I will return the rest of the money slowly to you, as long as you don't make this a big deal."

Third Young Master Cheng insisted on kneeling and spoke seriously.

He was the son of the Cheng family after all. Although he didn't have much pocket money, he was still a lot more than an average person. As long as he had time, he would definitely be able to save up to 500,000 yuan.

"I don't need the remaining 500,000 yuan."

Zhong Wentao said softly, causing Cheng San Young Master's eyes to be filled with surprise.

"But I need you to do things for me. Five hundred thousand is your price."

The person in front of him was the same as the people who had bullied him before. They must have thought of other ways to humiliate him and act like an ox or a horse. He had to endure it!

Without waiting for Zhong Wentao to speak, he had already lowered his body, and slowly crawled towards Zhong Wentao's crotch. One step at a time, and was extremely slow, wanting to pass through Zhong Wentao's crotch.

The humiliation at the crotch was the favorite way to do it.

"What are you doing?"

Frowning, Zhong Wentao could not understand.

Why did he have to crawl under his crotch?

"Didn't you want me to use labour to fight back?"

Could it be that the person in front of him was going to torture him in an even more humiliating manner?

"From today onwards, I want you to come to the 'Ciji Hall' every day to ask for medicine. The more people you attract, the better. The more people you want them to know about my exclusive Golden Sore Medicine, the faster you will be able to repay this five hundred thousand."

"It's that simple?"

Third Young Master Cheng couldn't believe it.

"It's that simple. He won't say a word."

Zhong Wentao also lost his patience, if Cheng Sanxiao did not agree, he did not mind accepting five hundred thousand.

"Yes!"

Without thinking, Third Young Master Cheng directly agreed.

After living for so long, he had yet to earn a single cent. It was just that he was able to earn 500,000 yuan just by acting. Third Young Master Cheng suddenly realized that he wasn't completely useless, and was still useful.

Zhong Wentao did not say anything, he only picked up the bill on the desk and wrote a new agreement. When Cheng San saw that he did not hesitate to sign, he was actually eager to give it a try.

After putting the paper away, Zhong Wentao left immediately, waiting for Cheng San Xiao to perform in the afternoon.

Leaving the Cheng Group, Zhong Wentao's mood improved a lot.

With three hundred thousand yuan in his pocket, he felt very happy.

After looking for the nearest bank, Zhong Wentao planned to make a bank card to deposit the money in.

But... Standing in front of the automatic card processor, Zhong Wentao felt a deep sense of helplessness. The machine did not have a single key, how could he operate it?

"Hey, can you hurry up!"

The people at the back of the queue were getting impatient.

Zhong Wentao could only give up his position and stand at the side. He wanted to see what the others would do, but he could not understand, so he could only seek help from the service personnel.

"Zhong Wentao? It's you again! "

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from beside him.

Nodding calmly, he continued to listen as the staff explained to him how to make a deposit on the card.

Ma Yuanyuan was naturally not willing to be ignored by others. Last time, she had been slapped in the face because of Bai Shiyun's existence, but this time, seeing that Zhong Wentao did not have that beautiful woman by his side, she became confident.

When Zhong Wentao asked about this, she unceremoniously stopped him, not caring about how ugly his current boyfriend's face was.

"What are you doing here?"

Ma Yuanyuan was very rude, as if the two of them were very familiar with each other.

Pointing at the application card in his hand, Zhong Wentao did not want to explain.

"You still have money to save?"

Ma Yuanyuan said sarcastically. If Zhong Wentao had money, they wouldn't have broken up.

No wonder he had to ask others what kind of card they should use. It was probably only today that he found out where the bank's doors were opened.

"Hmm, it doesn't have much money. I only plan to save three hundred thousand."

He wasn't ridiculed by Ma Yuanyuan's tone of voice.

"Three hundred thousand?"

Ma Yuanyuan was extremely shocked, and could not believe it.

This was absolutely impossible!

"Alright, stop it!"

The current man tugged at her dress. Everyone was watching.

Ma Yuanyuan shut her mouth, her eyes still staring straight at Zhong Wentao, not daring to believe.

"Number 37, please come to counter number 2."

A mechanical voice came out from the radio. It was Zhong Wentao.

Ignoring Ma Yuanyuan, Zhong Wentao walked over quickly and took out three hundred thousand gold from his bosom. He finished the formalities in ten minutes.

Ma Yuanyuan, who was standing at the side, clearly saw all of this, and her face became even uglier.

She had already determined that Zhong Wentao was not a poor guy, but was only concealing his identity as a child from a rich family.

Her rationality was slowly leaving her, she immediately rushed forward and raised her hand to attack Zhong Wentao.

In the next second, Zhong Wentao grabbed his wrist and pushed it away.

Ma Yuanyuan was caught off guard and directly fell to the ground to explain herself.

Then...