Chapter 7: Come On, Beg Me to Hurt You (1)
Lu Weiyi was silent for a long while before deciding to tell Zhuang Mingxu about the impending apocalypse and his rebirth. That way, Zhuang Mingxu would definitely arrange everything, and he could just wait patiently.
The phone he called was turned off, presumably because Zhuang Mingxu was on the plane. Lu Weiyi didn’t waste time and sent a text message directly.
[The apocalypse is in a few days. Zombies will run rampant. Prepare some things we’ll need.]
He pressed send, but before Lu Weiyi could relax, it showed “failed to send.”
He definitely wasn’t out of credit, so maybe it was the signal?
Lu Weiyi quickly typed a row of ellipses.
Send.
Success!
Success!!!
He then typed [I’ve been reborn].
Send.
Failed to send!
Lu Weiyi didn’t give up and tried sending “reborn” and apocalypse-related words several more times. After they all failed, he completely gave up.
It seemed that those novels where people directly told their families about their rebirth and the apocalypse were all lies. He knew it couldn’t be that easy.
[I’ve run into a bit of an accident here. Come pick me up. As soon as possible!]
After sending the message, Lu Weiyi helplessly returned to his accommodation.
The apocalypse was drawing near, but Zhuang Mingxu wasn’t by his side. He wondered if they would still reunite a week after the apocalypse, just like in his previous life. Lu Weiyi felt a moment of confusion.
Not long after he had nothing to do, Ji Jin called again. Without answering, Lu Weiyi knew his purpose. Either someone was watching, so he politely inquired about the birthday banquet, or when no one was around, he arrogantly showed off how well he was doing.
Lu Weiyi had originally thought that he had personally avenged the grudges of his previous life, and in this life, he would treat Ji Jin as a stranger and they could live their own lives in peace. But seeing Ji Jin so eagerly rushing to his door, he felt that he would be doing a disservice to his rebirth if he didn’t scheme against him.
“Ji Jin, I want to sell the thirty-five percent of the company’s shares I have. Do you want them?” Before Ji Jin could speak, Lu Weiyi asked first.
After the apocalypse, money would be worthless, let alone a piece of paper stating ownership of shares.
“…” Ji Jin was clearly stunned for a moment, followed by the sound of footsteps and then a door closing. He continued in a serious tone, “Are you serious?”
“Do you think you’re worthy of me lying to you?” Lu Weiyi retorted. Without waiting for him to speak, he continued, “Your mother has three complete sets of jade jewelry. She knows which pieces I’m talking about. Those are heirlooms from my maternal grandfather’s family. And there’s also the blood jade safety buckle and the jade Buddha statue that Ji Heng once auctioned off. Deliver them all to Wutong City before two o’clock this afternoon, and I mean every single piece. Remember to bring a lawyer and a contract.”
Although these items were valuable, compared to the ever-increasing value of the company, it was indeed a bargain.
Moreover, two o’clock in the afternoon was enough time for Ji Jin to come over from Qingyuan and still return in time for his birthday banquet.
“You’d better not leak this, otherwise I’ll sell them to Hengda tomorrow.” Hengda was Ji Heng’s old rival company, and they had been competing for many years, neck and neck.
Lu Weiyi was the second-largest shareholder in Ji Heng’s company. Ji Heng had willingly given so many shares back then to openly rely on Zhuang Mingxu’s connections, to avoid being called a leech sucking his son’s blood after already being known for living off his wife’s family. Ji Jin was just a small manager in the company, and Ji Heng would never go into detail about the intricacies that would affect his glorious image. But if Ji Heng knew about this, he would definitely stop Ji Jin.
Hanging up the phone neatly, Lu Weiyi felt an unspeakable sense of pleasure in his heart.
