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Chapter 814 - 814 41 The King's Game 1 I'll refund the money if this isn't good hhhh_4

814: Chapter 41 The King’s Game 1 (I’ll refund the money if this chapter isn’t good hhhh)_4 814: Chapter 41 The King’s Game 1 (I’ll refund the money if this chapter isn’t good hhhh)_4 Don’t ask, asking is just having a keen nose, Cheng the loyal hound sitting down!

Chen Zihao’s current symptoms seem complex, but in fact, the root cause is simple.

As a nameless mediocre doctor from this small area, Old Li felt confident in his diagnosis—confidence given by Boss Cheng.

Chen Zihao’s symptoms can be simply understood as:

Wings hardened.

Head got too big.

Unwarranted schemes began to sprout.

Last time Cheng Daqi only dealt with Desel, and didn’t touch Chen Zihao, which might have given him some unrealistic fantasies.

Old Li laughed, extinguished his cigarette, but didn’t start reminiscing about the past; instead, he offered his own treatment plan.

“Bang!”

Chen Zihao stumbled and plopped down on his butt.

“Your career?

Is that really your career?

Could you have made such a big career?”

Old Li didn’t stop, continuing to “greet” the head.

“Bang!”

“Zihao, have I been too gentle with you before?”

Kick after kick, Chen Zihao bounced around the room holding his butt.

He bounced left, Old Li’s followers pushed him right.

He bounced right, people left by Eris pushed him left.

“Bang!”

“Alright, let’s really smarten you up today.

Fortunately, it’s not too late, and you haven’t made a big mistake.”

Chen Zihao, cornered, tried to bounce to the door, but Gru’s men laughed and pushed him back.

Chen Zihao wanted to escape but couldn’t.

In the past, there was the “Bouncing Lightning Five Whip” of Ma Bao’s “Relaxed Apron,” and today we have Li Haiping’s “Eerie Shadowless Kick.”

Subtext: The remedy cures the disease!

“Stop, stop, I was wrong!”

Chen Zihao pleaded in English, but Old Li’s eyes grew even colder.

Cheng Daqi had him personally oversee things because there was too much money involved; Cheng didn’t feel at ease.

On the other hand, Old Li and Chen Zihao could converse in the encrypted language of Hua Country.

“Zihao, come on, get up.”

Li Haiping said in Southern Fujian dialect, pulling Chen Zihao up from the ground.

“Brother Li.”

He finally knew to call him Brother Li; in fact, it wasn’t too late.

This patient whom the remedy had cured was trembling with fear as he looked at Old Li.

“You have to obey, understand?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll obey, I’ll definitely obey from now on, Brother Li, I’ll be the most obedient.”

Old Li actually felt some pangs of empathy; he had entangled Chen Zihao in a web of conspiracies, with Chen powerless to struggle before him.

But Old Li was just as powerless before Eris and before Gru.

“Don’t have so many improper thoughts, Zihao.

You’re already very wealthy.

How much money is enough to spend?

It’s best for the family to be safe and sound, right?”

Wiping away tears, Chen Zihao silently nodded.

—————–

“Do you still have many brothers left?”

At Dracula Manor, Cheng is having lunch with Wolf Dracula.

More accurately, Wolf is looking gloomily at Cheng Daqi as he eats.

The chairman of the California Elephant Party Committee was quite speechless; when Cheng Daqi suddenly visited in the middle of the day, he thought Cheng had some urgent matter to discuss with him.

But Cheng Daqi was just busy wolfing down his meal.

Yet, as soon as Cheng Daqi asked that question, Wolf’s expression changed instantly.

He subconsciously looked around and, only after seeing that the servants standing by were his confidants, did he speak to Cheng Daqi with slight dissatisfaction.

“What do you mean?”

Boss Cheng looked at the displeased Wolf, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Not too tasty.

I’m here to notify you of two things.”

“The first one, those people we’re responsible for, you don’t need to worry about anymore, Wolf.

I guess when you gave those people to us, it was just for having a reason when the time comes to turn against us.

Nice calculation, I’ll give you that.”

Wolf raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything—no one could ever admit to such a thing.

Cheng Daqi didn’t mind, he kept smiling and said.

“Secondly, I’m preparing to organize the first major sell-off by several BEC tycoons today at 5:30 PM sharp.

Don’t start ahead of time.

Everyone should share this opportunity; you can sell twenty million Dollars’ worth of original shares in BEC coins, consider it a gift from me, hahaha.”

Cheng came today with sincerity.

The two things he mentioned were both gestures of goodwill towards Wolf.

The first matter can be considered as offering an olive branch, it roughly means ‘Let’s forgive and forget about past schemes’—after all, Cheng and Mi’er weren’t shy about threatening Wolf before.

The second matter was more blatant, directly giving away money without even bothering to put on a show.

That’s genuine, right?

Shows attitude, doesn’t it?

Doesn’t it make Cheng seem very…

human?

But Wolf, who had been quite relaxed at first, instinctively sat up straight after hearing the first part of Cheng Daqi’s speech.

And after Cheng Daqi finished speaking about the money, even Wolf’s complexion became serious.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, such behaviour could be seen as a kind of inverse breakdown.

Normal breakdown—changes in facial expression, wanting to laugh.

Inverse breakdown—even someone like Wolf is scared tense.

It’s just giving away money, and while a rational person like Lisa could get so excited that she’d lose her composure, Wolf was terrified by Cheng Daqi into rigidness and a taut face.

Oh Cheng, oh Cheng, he really was too ruthless in the past.

Just look at the psychological pressure he’s put on Wolf.

Using a proverb from Hua Country, Wolf’s current mindset towards Cheng can be aptly described: A weasel paying respect to a chicken—something big is coming!

“Chan, I really appreciate your generosity.”

This move was a combination of playing dumb + not saying a word more, which Cheng employed frequently.

Wolf couldn’t figure out what the weasel Cheng was hiding, so he was very cautious.

“Alright then, I’ll be leaving now.

Thank you for your hospitality.

Next time, find an Indian chef, today’s meal was too bland.”

Wolf couldn’t for the life of him think that Cheng would just get up and leave like that.

If Cheng Daqi had made any demands, or said a few harsh words, or even taken a dig at Wolf, he would’ve accepted it calmly and thought it ‘reasonable’.

What’s the deal now?

The weasel pays respect to the chicken and then just bolts!

Even if the weasel doesn’t see any issue, the chicken can’t stand it.

“Wait a minute, Chan, did something happen that I’m not aware of?”

Anxiety filled Wolf’s eyes—man, could you not play some kind of trick?

It’s hard for me when you’re like this.

Cheng Daqi was just too…

personal today.

Wolf was scared!

Anyone who’s been a parent knows, if a naughty kid suddenly behaves inexplicably, they must have caused some kind of big trouble in some corner you haven’t noticed yet.

“Nothing, Wolf.

Nothing happened.

Everything is going smoothly, even smoother than I thought,” Cheng said, picking up his glass to rinse his mouth, smiling teasingly.

“Of course, if you want me to keep you company, Mi’er and I are heading to Paris tomorrow, then on to Greece for a holiday.

You can come along.”

Wolf stammered his reply.

“A holiday?

Okay, then have fun.

I mean, I’d like to go, but the company is really busy, I can’t get away right now.”

Cheng Daqi walked past Wolf, patting his shoulder, didn’t say anything more and left straight away.

Watching the empty seat where Cheng Daqi had been sitting, Wolf was frozen for a good ten seconds before hurrying to the French window, hiding behind the curtain, watching as Cheng Daqi got in the car and drove away.

He’s just leaving like that?

The weather in San Rodolfo was nice today, yet the leader of the Dracula Family felt an indefinable chill.

Due to a complex consideration based on human psychology, wisdom, and experience, Wolf Dracula made a decision that went against his capitalist identity and his ancestors’ ways.

It’s just a hundred million Dollars!

Might as well feed it to a dog!

In any case, the money from Cheng Daqi absolutely could not be taken!

Heaven forbid, Cheng today only came to show his goodwill.