Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife
Chapter 134 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Looking for Death (2)

Chapter 134: Chapter 134 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Looking for Death (2)

Gu Nuan’s last words were like the finishing touch to a dragon painting, which brightened the eyes of both Fang Yongxing and Tang Qingzhong.

"How do you evaluate someone’s talent as ’gold that holds its value’?" asked Tang Qingzhong.

"Very simple," Gu Nuan said with a slight, mysterious smile. "To sell a diamond at a high price and ensure it appreciates with every hand it changes, it needs to be recognized by the whole world as unique, for rarity adds value. What you need to do is simple: make a big impact, get the whole industry to know you, and then, when you want to leave, the company will have to do whatever it takes to keep you."

Daffy Duck’s mouth hung wide open in shock, almost letting out a loud "ah!"

This was something he had never even considered before.

"Team Lead," Daffy Duck cautiously turned to ask Fang Yongxing, "Is what she’s saying possibly true?"

"It’s possible," replied Fang Yongxing, speaking from his own practical knowledge. "Once, the chairman, at a public banquet, encouraged low-level employees with these words, one phrase of which still inspires me to this day. He said, don’t underestimate your starting point. The day you can create a value of one hundred million for the company, you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me on this stage because your value is nearly as much as that of this chairman."

One hundred million—

Daffy Duck’s legs wobbled and he fell onto the bench.

That number was just too exaggerated.

Indeed, as Gu Nuan said, with that one hundred million, would they have anything to fear? They would be warmly welcomed anywhere they went.

Following the silence, Gu Nuan knew that the hearts of everyone had already become restless.

Unexpected events, injury, unfair treatment, and persecution all made them eager to break out of their cocoon.

One hundred million, to speak of it, Gu Nuan was aware that this number was so large it seemed like a fairy tale to ordinary people. If money were so easy to make, the world wouldn’t only have a few wealthy individuals, but rather 99.9% of people would be poor citizens.

Tang Qingzhong had to stay and take care of Fang Yongxing tonight, so Fang Yongxing’s wife took a car overnight from her hometown and will arrive tomorrow.

He sent Gu Nuan to the hospital entrance and she got into a taxi.

Gu Nuan hadn’t eaten dinner, and it was already 8 p.m. She had thought about eating out, but recalling the fridge back home, stuffed with ingredients by a certain childish individual, she didn’t want them to go to waste.

Gu Nuan, who had always lived on a tight budget, detested the word ’waste’ the most.

The taxi drove into an upscale residential area.

While still in the car, Gu Nuan saw a figure standing at the stairwell beneath the building.

She got out of the cab and paid the fare. Then, she walked directly toward the person—there was no way around it since they were blocking the stairway.

"Why aren’t you going upstairs?" Gu Nuan approached and glanced sidelong at the face of a certain youngster.

The face of the youngster with the surname Xiao, as usual, presented perfect contours under the white light of the stairwell.

Having just met his father that day, Gu Nuan felt that his nose resembled that of Xiao Jianming, both distinctly upright.

"I just got back and saw your taxi from behind, so I decided to wait for you a bit," he said.

His words might have been true, but it was rare for him to have such a patient disposition. One must know, as the son of the wealthiest, he was an unusual second-generation rich, capable of looking down on her, a pseudo-wife from a poor family.

The two of them stood there at the bottom of the building, the place where they both lived just above them.