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Chapter 137 - 137 51 Why Should I Be the One to Undergo Gender Reassignment

137: Chapter 51: Why Should I Be the One to Undergo Gender Reassignment?

137: Chapter 51: Why Should I Be the One to Undergo Gender Reassignment?

There’s a well-known paradox called the Ship of Theseus Paradox, proposed around the first century by the ancient Greek writer Plutarch.

If a ship has sailed for hundreds of years and its timbers have been replaced one by one due to decay until none of the original wood remains, is it still the same ship?

Dracula faced such a dilemma.

His youngest son had returned, unharmed.

But his cloned son had already made an appearance at the press conference to quash the rumors.

The old son was replaced by the new one, so what should he do with the old son now?

Would there be any other thoughts on his mind if he let the old son be the son again?

The life of a wealthy person has its own troubles, and Dracula was quite troubled now.

Gru, however, was sitting respectfully across from Dracula at his office desk.

He was unaware that this bloodsucking capitalist had already changed allegiances.

“Mr.

Gru, I must thank you first, but I hope the police do not leak any information about Demon,”

With troubled furrowing of his brow, Dracula made his request.

“Of course, do you need me to get rid of those reporters outside for you?”

Opportunities are fought for, and Gru hoped that Dracula could see the sincerity in his attitude.

He was well aware that Dracula wanted to kill his own son, but since the police had rescued him, it was only right to return him.

“No need, they don’t have the guts to talk nonsense.”

Dracula spoke with certainty, as he had the power to silence the media.

The Republicans’ media had already been tipped off, and although the Democrat’s media was powerful, it had been muzzled.

His biotech company’s clientele included high-ranking members of the Democratic Party, and, even with the change in camps, Dracula wasn’t worried about a reckoning.

Those represented by Robert, having achieved their goal of gaining more political resources within the Democratic Party, would not bite onto Dracula like mad dogs and refuse to let go.

“Then I’ll take my leave, Mr.

Dracula.”

Walking out of the mansion’s grand gateway, Gru got into his car.

The vehicles of some small media reporters rustled at the window, trying to get the first man of the Saint Rodu police to spill something.

Shaking his head, the middle-aged man started to contemplate the ins and outs of the kidnapping case.

Tonks, Demon, Dracula, Niusen, right, and that unfortunate soul Klauer.

Assuring that the kidnapping case had no loose ends, Gru closed his eyes, exhausted.

Staging a grand performance was never an easy task; as the chief director, he had to thoroughly design contingencies and consider all possible unforeseen circumstances.

‘Unforeseen circumstances?’

‘That person named Cheng is the biggest uncertainty…

Senators, what a hassle.’

The car sped on the highway, and Gru instructed Thor over the phone.

“Thor, go and meet your old friend for me, find out exactly how much he’s guessed, and then shut him up.”

The senator’s daughter had blocked him in the hospital room yesterday, and Gru hadn’t achieved his goal.

“It’s not what you think, he did me a huge favor, just ask him and then tell him not to talk too much.”

Rich men have rich men’s troubles, and bosses have bosses’ troubles.

The enthusiasm of the underlings to establish themselves and do big things was sometimes overwhelming, which could also be a headache for Gru.

“As soon as possible, this incident has far exceeded my expectations; even Committee member Tonks is dead, alas.”

Gru’s words on the phone were watertight, even if someone eavesdropped, his words could not constitute any incriminating evidence.

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Cheng Daqi’s good day began with waking up on the large bed in his big mansion.

Li Haiping’s house was not very large, possibly less than two hundred square meters, but it was three stories high.

Inside were seven rooms, two living rooms, one dining room, and a three-car garage.

Two rooms on the third floor, three on the second, and two on the first.

There was a living room on both the first and second floors, and in the dining room on the first floor, there was a large Chinese round table that could accommodate more than a dozen people dining together.

In the backyard, which was over a hundred and forty square meters, aside from leaving space for a vegetable garden, Li Haiping had even built a swimming pool, with dimensions of 5 by 12 meters.

Standing on the second-floor balcony, looking over the vacant vegetable patch in the backyard, Cheng Daqi became even more sure that this house truly belonged to Li Haiping.

Which Chinese landlord would be willing to rent out a house with a vegetable garden?

Even if they didn’t live there, wouldn’t it be nice to grow some vegetables?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that his probing the day before had been too forceful and indeed inappropriate.

So early in the morning, just after seven, Li Haiping was jolted awake by Cheng Daqi’s phone call.

“CEO Li, tomorrow evening at six, I’m throwing a housewarming party, and you can’t miss it!”

Hearing that Cheng Daqi wasn’t changing his mind, Li Haiping suddenly felt less panicked.

He had just thought Cheng Daqi wanted to back out and stop cooperating with him.

“With CEO Cheng’s kind invitation, Elder Li will surely attend.”

Mid-sentence, Li Haiping’s tone started to twist.

He spoke with the tone of a man whose darling daughter had been whisked away by a playboy, and not only that, the playboy had the gall to flaunt it in his face, and he didn’t dare to object.

“CEO Cheng, that house you rented is very dear to the landlord, please be careful with the party.”

Cheng Daqi struggled to keep composed; the statement was too much like NTR.

Sir, be careful with my house, don’t exert too much force, be gentle so as not to damage it.

How could this be acceptable?

Wasn’t this taking advantage of an honest man?

Only this morning did Cheng Daqi start to grasp the convoluted logic he hadn’t noticed when putting pressure on Li Haiping the previous day, making him break into a cold sweat.

Now he was beginning to taste the complexities involved.