Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 971: Dancing with Wolves

Chapter 971: Chapter 971: Dancing with Wolves

Zhao Beiqing’s true intentions were revealed, and Zhang Heran looked as though he had been struck by lightning, his face deathly pale.

Yielding Qingbei Film and Television City would be like cutting off half of the Zhang Family’s life.

It could cripple them for a decade!

How could Zhang Heran dare to make such a decision lightly!

However, he had just stated his position when Zhao Beiqing’s expression changed, and he stood up to leave.

This proved that Zhao Beiqing’s friends were determined to have him use this as a lifeline.

"Mr. Zhao, Officer Zhao, please stay! Stay!"

In a panic, Zhang Heran immediately stood up, forcibly smiling to block him.

If Zhao Beiqing didn’t care anymore, the dispute between the Zhang Family and Zhenbei Group would continue.

Before long, all the industries of the Zhang Family would experience a chain reaction of terror, like an avalanche, unstoppable.

If it continued for a year and a half, by then, even if they sold the Film and Television City, they might barely survive.

Keep half a life, or wait for death!

These two options churned in Zhang Heran’s mind, making him dizzy, giving him an unbearable headache.

"Right now, this is the only way. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, my friend, but those friends of mine are also waiting for news from me. I can’t offend a bunch of friends just for one friend, that would be really unkind," Zhao Beiqing said unhurriedly, his face expressionless.

Zhao Beiqing’s stance was very firm.

On this issue, Zhang Heran had no choice!

If he wanted his help, if he wanted the Zhang Family and Qingbei Group to survive, then he had to give up the Film and Television City.

"Mr. Zhao, is there really no other way!" Zhang Heran pleaded.

He was unwilling to sell that asset if there was even the slightest possibility.

"Money, shares, other assets, anything will do. That Film and Television City is truly the foundation of my Zhang Family!" Zhang Heran said urgently.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Zhao Beiqing frowned and barked angrily.

This sudden outburst startled Zhang Heran.

He stood there gaping, staring at Zhao Beiqing.

"Mr. Zhang, you are my friend, and I really want to help you!" Zhao Beiqing’s eyes were sharp, "But, if you make me seem unkind in front of my friends, how can our friendship continue!"

"There’s no room for negotiation! Either you are willing to give up Qingbei Film and Television City to extricate the Zhang Family from this maeload than your Zhang Family will have to face Mr. Lu Zhixin from Hexi’s wrath!"

"You have no choice!"

Zhao Beiqing’s gaze and tone were extremely clear.

Zhang Heran stood there dazed for a long time, while Zhao Beiqing waited.

Finally, Zhang Heran sighed despondently, his spirit defeated, "If it must be so..."

"It can only be so!" Zhao Beiqing gave him no room for hope.

"Then, let it be so..." Zhang Heran’s tone carried a resigned weariness.

"That’s right, Mr. Zhang. We are friends, and I will naturally do my best to help you and the Zhang Family through this rough patch!"

Zhao Beiqing smiled amiably, patting Zhang Heran on the shoulder.

In his eyes, there flickered a contented smirk.

Outside, Zhang Tianze had no idea what difficult decision his father had just made or what it would mean for the future of their Zhang Family.

In his eyes, those invited celebrities should have been his father’s guests, from his father’s guest list.

Little did he know, these people were a pack of hyenas and hungry wolves, come to feast on the Zhang Family!

At that moment, at Bai Xiaosheng’s side.

The three of them were walking down the street, chatting as they went.

"Where are we going now, back to headquarters?" Lin Weiwei asked.

Bai Xiaosheng nodded, "There’s nothing much going on now, so going back is good. We can even have lunch back there, I remember the headquarters’ cafeteria is pretty decent."

"Yes, I remember that too," Lei Ying also nodded with a smile.

At the moment, they had been on the road for a while but couldn’t find an available taxi.

"Ron said he would send a car for us, and there’s a reason for that; it’s really hard to get a taxi here," Lin Weiwei shrugged and raised her phone to show the two men, "I tried the ride-hailing app, it notified dozens of taxis nearby, but no one is taking the order."

Bai Xiaosheng gave a wry smile, "It’s my fault. I was too courteous with Luo Pangzi. Moreover, that foreigner, his Chinese is so fluent, yet he doesn’t realize we have the custom of politeness... If he had insisted one more time, I would have agreed."

"Also, why did I casually say we didn’t need it," Bai Xiaosheng muttered.

Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying couldn’t help but roll their eyes.

What a question that is, how would we know what you were thinking at the time.

Asking us now, how should we respond?

Seeing their reaction, Bai Xiaosheng laughed awkwardly, scratched his face, and took out his phone, "Never mind, I’ll just call Luo Pangzi and have him send a car for us."

It was the only thing to do.

Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying nodded at his words.

The three of them were standing on the roadside speaking, and nearby, one car after another was parked along the curb.

The car closest to Bai Xiaosheng and his group looked a bit old, probably just a car worth tens of thousands.

However, that used car had a surprisingly astonishing license plate.

The numbers were striking and extremely lucky.

If put up for auction, the plate alone could fetch hundreds of thousands, if not millions.

So much so, passersby couldn’t help but turn their heads frequently to look at the plate.

Not to mention others, even Bai Xiaosheng and his companions stole several glances at it while talking.

Next to this car stood a man in simple clothes, with a weary face and an air of desolation, constantly smoking cheap cigarettes, seemingly preoccupied with his thoughts.

From time to time, he also glanced at a very cheap digital watch on his wrist.

On the ground, there were several cigarette butts, some still smoking.

While Bai Xiaosheng and his group were talking, the man overheard them, lifted his eyes, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed faintly.

He hesitated for a moment, tossed away his cigarette butt, and walked over.

Lei Ying was the first to notice the man approaching and immediately went over to stop him.

"Excuse me, sir, is there something you need?" Lei Ying asked with a smile.

The approaching man, referred to as the uncle by Bai Xiaosheng and Lin Weiwei, was older than them, so Lei Ying’s calling him "big brother" wasn’t too much.

Over the past year, Lei Ying’s interpersonal skills had improved greatly.

If it were in the past, encountered with such a situation, Lei Ying would have glared and spoken in a chillingly cold voice that could make one shiver.

Now, finding a suspicious person approaching, he was able to respond with a smile.

According to Bai Xiaosheng, "concealing the edge and assimilating the sharpness" was Lei Ying’s greatest improvement.

Bai Xiaosheng and Lin Weiwei also looked over, their gazes filled with inquiry.

The uncle squeezed out a forced smile, trying to appear more sincere.

"I, I just heard you talking, are you trying to get a taxi?"

The uncle asked, and seeing the scrutinizing gazes of Bai Xiaosheng and the others, he quickly added, "I didn’t mean to eavesdrop... but, I’m a driver, that’s my car!"

The uncle pointed his hand.

The old clunker was indeed unimpressive, but the license plate was definitely eye-catching.

Just for that plate, Bai Xiaosheng became somewhat interested.

"If the place you’re going isn’t too far, could I give you a ride? My rates are definitely cheaper than regular taxis!" the uncle said eagerly.

"Why do you need to ask about the distance first, Uncle? Wouldn’t going further earn you more money?" Bai Xiaosheng couldn’t help but ask.

"I can’t do long rides!" It seemed the uncle had misspoken and his eyes briefly filled with a trace of panic, but it disappeared in an instant, regaining his composure as usual, "I have something to do!"