Chapter 156: The Most Annoying People Who Act Like Big Shots

Han Dongbei said, "Then we can also interact like friends. If you have any needs, you can tell me, and if I have any needs, I will tell you too. We can help each other, is that okay?"

Meng Ze paused and did not speak.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as you agreeing."

Han Dongbei added, "Or, do you have any financial needs? I still have some savings, over a hundred million, two hundred million, I can give it all to you."

Just then, Meng Ze's food delivery arrived.

This delivery guy often delivered food to Meng Ze. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard Han Dongbei saying he could give Meng Ze one or two hundred million, and a look of disdain immediately appeared on his face.

Damn it, I hate people who act like big shots the most.

So he slammed the food heavily onto the small table in front of Han Dongbei and said, "Eat your fill before you come here to brag."

Han Dongbei: "..."

Meng Ze raised an eyebrow but did not laugh out loud.

Meng Ze had ordered two bowls of fried rice and two cans of cola; he ate one portion himself and gave the other to Han Dongbei.

Han Dongbei was very moved: "Xiao Ze, you are so good to me. Yangting has never ordered takeout for me, nor has he ever taken the initiative to get me a cola."

Meng Ze asked, "Do you have diabetes?"

"Of course I don't have diabetes. He just can't be bothered with me; he might still be blaming me for leaving when he was young."

Meng Ze said, "Then you left on purpose, so he definitely has to blame you."

"Yeah, I was a real jerk for doing that." Han Dongbei took a bite of fried rice and returned to the previous topic: "So do you need money? I'll transfer the money to you. Of course, I can't give it to you all at once, or you won't have any restraint. Just tell me where you need money—buying a house or buying a car—just tell me how much you need."

Meng Ze tilted his head back and drank a few gulps of cola, then slammed the cola can onto the table and said, "I don't need it."

Han Dongbei said awkwardly, "A Ze, I can only give you money; as for other things, I might not be able to secure them for you."

Meng Ze asked, "Are you referring to family status and company shares?"

Han Dongbei said awkwardly, "The company shares are already fixed, unless I give you my own portion. Of course, I can give you that, but it would be limited to just my own share."

"I don't need it," Meng Ze said coldly. "Are you full? If you're full, then go back."

"Xiao Ze, I... I'm not full yet." Han Dongbei was thick-skinned as always.

Meng Ze let him be, finished his own meal, and went back inside, no longer paying attention to Han Dongbei.

Han Dongbei felt some regret; he shouldn't have said those things so early.

After clocking in for work these past two days, Bai Shuruo went out alone again.

After wandering around a certain residential complex for a while, she finally had the opportunity to strike up a conversation with Yan Guoan.

Every morning, Yan Guoan would go to a tea restaurant near his home to eat beef brisket noodles and order a glass of iced lemon 7-Up.

Today, Bai Shuruo also ordered a portion of beef brisket noodles and a glass of soy milk.

"Hello, may I share this table?" Bai Shuruo asked.

Yan Guoan looked around; every table was occupied, so he nodded.

After sitting down, Bai Shuruo ate a few bites before asking Yan Guoan, "Sir, is your surname Yan?"

Yan Guoan asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

"Oh, I'm a human resources specialist at Baiyin Group. I called you a while ago. Your name and photo were on that file, and I thought you looked familiar. I didn't expect it to really be you."

Yan Guoan couldn't help but say, "Oh, so you were the one who called me."

"Did you receive that money?"

"Received it, received it," Yan Guoan said. "Thank you so much. Although it wasn't a lot of money, it counts as a windfall."

"Indeed," Bai Shuruo smiled. "Our President Han is quite generous."

"Is President Han doing well lately?" Yan Guoan asked again.

"He's doing quite well."

"President Han has been very low-key lately; he never appears in financial news. If you weren't an internal employee, no one would even know who he is."

Bai Shuruo boldly said, "President Han only became low-key after that incident back then."

Yan Guoan couldn't help but ask, "You know about what happened back then too?"

"I do. An old employee at the company told me. President Han still feels guilty to this day."

Just as Bai Shuruo expected, Yan Guoan sighed and said, "Back then, President Han was indeed young and ambitious. He only cared about performance and didn't consider so many people. After all, it wasn't easy for those small businesses outside to survive, and I heard it even drove people to their deaths. But we didn't expect it to cause such consequences back then; we only saw the company's stock price rising."

Bai Shuruo's hands were clenched tightly under the table.

After a while, she feigned a relaxed tone and said, "I heard that the person who was driven to their death was from Fengcheng, right?"

Yan Guoan quickly said, "You really shouldn't talk about this anymore. It's not good to discuss these things too much."

Bai Shuruo then said, "That's true. I'm still an employee of Baiyin; it's better to know as little as possible."

"Doesn't Baiyin start work at 9:00 AM? Why are you still here at this hour? Are you not working today?"

"Oh, I worked overtime last night, so I can go in a bit later this morning."

"The company is quite humane, then."

Bai Shuruo returned to the office in a daze.

She was in no mood to work, so she walked over to the sofa to play on her phone.

Looking at the photo of her and Han Yangting in her phone gallery, she felt it was extremely jarring.

Yet, his gaze was clearly just as gentle, and his behavior just as intimate.

How could he manage to fall in love with a woman who could view him as an enemy?

Could it be that from the moment he first approached her, he was doing it to atone for his sins?

At noon, she went up to eat with Han Yangting as usual. Upon seeing Han Yangting, her gaze was even colder than in the past.

Seeing that she lacked energy, Han Yangting could not help but ask, "Ruoruo, what is the matter with you?"

Bai Shuruo said, "It is nothing. By the way, didn't you go to investigate Meng Ze? Did you find anything?"

Han Yangting said, "Ruoruo, this person Meng Ze is not simple; he had ulterior motives from the moment he first made contact with you."

Bai Shuruo naturally knew this.

In this world, no one is simple.

Between people, there is always using and being used.

But she said, "Brother Han, what is Meng Ze's purpose?"

"Knowing his own background, he still tried every possible way to sneak into the company; he must be planning to do something, either coveting shares or causing destruction."

"Then have you asked him?"

"I have not," Han Yangting said.

Bai Shuruo then smiled and said, "You haven't even asked him, yet you say he has ulterior motives; isn't that being a bit too preconceived? Besides, he could not choose his own background; he is just a pitiful person. Brother Han, I don't care what his purpose is; he saved me, and that is enough."

Seeing Bai Shuruo speak this way, Han Yangting did not continue to say anything further.

No matter what Meng Ze's purpose was, he could handle it.

Han Yangting asked again, "By the way, Ruoruo, where have you been going every morning these past few days? I heard that you went out again shortly after clocking in."

Bai Shuruo immediately began to "cough, cough."