Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 572 I Will Never Give Up!_1

Chapter 572: Chapter 572 I Will Never Give Up!_1

"What do you mean by saying these things?" Wu Shiyi asked somewhat hesitantly.

At first, when he knew that he had a connection with Mo Xin, Mr. Wu was very pleased and even specifically called him over to ask about a lot of things in detail.

Back then, Wu Shiyi felt flattered, considering that among his peers in the Wu Family, even with his title as a Senior Bartender Technician, he was practically invisible.

The Wu Family had risen through the ranks of the bartending industry, growing ever more prosperous and powerful. However, this meant the family business was in greater need of management and expansion-minded talents, and someone with his specific technical skills in bartending simply didn’t catch Mr. Wu’s eye.

The sudden attention made Wu Shiyi quickly realize that it was all thanks to Mo Xin!

What must have caught Mr. Wu’s interest was Mo Xin’s background!

Wu Shiyi had tried to investigate, but never found anything significant.

Mo Xin, a beautiful bartender, was well-known in the industry, yet no one knew which prominent family she belonged to!

This was, undeniably, a mystery!

However, Wu Shiyi didn’t care, for he was in love with this woman—her unknown background could even help him climb higher in life.

That was enough for him!

From then on, Wu Shiyi became a man hopelessly infatuated, relentlessly pursuing Mo Xin.

They say, a good woman fears a persistent man.

Wu Shiyi firmly believed that one day he would win over Mo Xin’s heart and gain both a beauty and wealth.

But what he was now confronted with was this!

His uncle, the helmsman of the Wu Family, had explicitly ordered him to stop harassing Mo Xin!

Wasn’t this shattering his enduring wish, no, his dream?

In that moment, Wu Shiyi even felt an urge to go mad.

"You don’t need to know the reason," his uncle said coldly and decisively, "In any case, stop harassing Mo Xin. I’ve made myself clear, don’t blame me if I don’t warn you later! And, if it’s this formula that’s making you bother her, then my Wu Family would rather do without it!"

Mr. Wu’s words shocked Wu Shiyi.

They would even forsake the formula?!

Wu Shiyi couldn’t believe these words came from his uncle’s mouth—his uncle was a ruthless businessman, always chasing profits, even, at times... dismissing kinship.

And now, for Mo Xin’s sake, he was willing to give up the formula?!

Wu Shiyi couldn’t help but want to ask why.

"That’s it!" On the other end of the phone, his uncle didn’t give him a chance to speak and hung up.

The busy tone echoed, leaving Wu Shiyi staring blankly for a long time.

"Uncle... Mo Xin..." Wu Shiyi’s hand clenching the phone started to show veins.

Just now, from the sound of his uncle on the phone, his attitude towards him had reverted to the way it was before.

Distant, dismissive!

He, Wu Shiyi, was still the least promising nobody in the family!

"There must be some problem here, did Mo Xin’s family give a heads-up?" Wu Shiyi muttered to himself through gritted teeth, "If I give up on Mo Xin, I lose all my chances! No, I absolutely cannot agree this time!"

A touch of madness flashed in Wu Shiyi’s eyes.

"I can’t let go of Mo Xin, and I must get my hands on that formula!" Wu Shiyi said fiercely.

He looked down at the text message on his phone again, "There’s a certification meeting tomorrow... that Bai Xiaosheng, be it Mo Xin or the formula, he’s the biggest obstacle, I must utterly crush him! Crush him in public!"

Wu Shiyi’s gaze was nearly crazed.

Bai Xiaosheng was completely unaware as he was busy with his own matters.

To him, the certification meeting was just a minor matter. He left the arrangement of the venue to Lin Weiwei and stopped worrying about it.

Until the evening, Wu Shiyi still couldn’t get through to Jin Dalu’s phone.

"This bastard must have gone gambling again. One hundred thousand yuan is no small sum to him; he’d never miss the appointment!" Knowing Jin Dalu’s character, Wu Shiyi wasn’t particularly concerned.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, Bai Xiaosheng arrived early at the office, took care of some business with the time he had, and as the meeting time approached, he prepared to head to the adjacent Zhongjing Wanhe Building.

Before leaving, he temporarily handed over his tasks to Lin Weiwei.

"I spoke with Secretary Zhang on the phone yesterday. He said he might come by around noon if he has time, or he might not. If he does show up, let me know, and I’ll come back," Bai Xiaosheng instructed Lin Weiwei.

"Fine," Lin Weiwei nodded, but couldn’t resist muttering a complaint, "You really are busy. As if you don’t have enough to worry about here, you still have the energy to go meet with that Mo Xin for some cocktail recipe certification meeting..."

"I did promise them, after all, and once this formula is certified, it’s mine," Bai Xiaosheng said with a smile.

Lin Weiwei shrugged her shoulders and said no more.

Bai Xiaosheng didn’t bring anyone with him and headed straight for the Zhongjing Wanhe Building. It was right next door, after all, and the walk barely took two minutes.

As he arrived at the entrance, he just happened to see Mo Xin with a mobile phone, seemingly on a call—then his own phone rang.

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and walked directly up behind Mo Xin.

Mo Xin heard music and turned to see it was him, immediately brightened up with a sweet smile, "I was just thinking of calling you."

"Let’s go," Bai Xiaosheng gestured for her to follow.

Once inside the building, Bai Xiaosheng led the way.

Along the route, countless professional elites, both handsome men and beautiful women, respectfully greeted Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng responded with nods and smiles to each one.

Following behind him, Mo Xin watched Bai Xiaosheng with star-struck eyes.

At this very moment.

In a small conference room of the Zhongjing Wanhe Building.

Many bartenders were already in place and couldn’t help looking around and chatting incessantly.

"This place looks much more upscale than where we were yesterday; it may be called a small meeting room, but it’s bigger than yesterday’s!"

"Yeah, look at those lights, the projection equipment, all obviously high-end. I checked when I arrived; they’re all imported!"

"A movable stage, almost an entire wall of full-color LED screens! My goodness, this is an ultra-luxury conference hall!"

"Never mind that, look at the bottled water on our tables, all imported, each bottle costing six yuan at wholesale!"

...

The bartenders were truly dazzled by the splendor of the place.

In fact, Lin Weiwei had originally booked an even more opulent top-tier conference hall, mindful of Bai Xiaosheng’s prestige.

When Bai Xiaosheng learned of this, he felt it was inappropriate; using a hall for several thousand people for such a small group would be a pure waste, so he switched to a relatively "simpler" small conference hall.

However, even this place left everyone in awe.

Even Feng Shijie, along with Zhang Feidu, Tang Xiaoqi, and Jin Dalu at his side, felt the same way, especially Jin Dalu. It was only in this conference venue, claimed to be the pinnacle of luxury in Zhongjing, that he genuinely recognized the gap.

This time, they had all arrived early.

Sitting behind Jin Dalu was Jin Dayu.

"Zhongjing Wanhe Building really lives up to its reputation!" Jin Dayu likewise expressed endless admiration.

This disparity was made all the more apparent by comparison!