Chapter 1724: Passing the Hot Potato to the Master

Since they are no longer in contact, naturally, they cannot buy tofu from Wang Village either.

Gu Zhihao is still a foodie, and he craves this specific taste.

Usually, when he wants to eat tofu from Wang Village, he has to send someone to ask roundabout relatives and friends to buy it; Zichen can be considered to be catering to his preferences this time.

Yet, upon seeing the tofu, Gu Zhihao did not have a pleasant expression.

"What are you here for?"

Zichen grinned: "I want to eat the pan-seared tofu you make."

After speaking, he handed over the things he was carrying; Gu Zhihao hesitated for a moment, but still took them and turned to go into the kitchen.

Perhaps feeling that agreeing just like that would be too embarrassing, he soon came back out and mocked: "You are a big boss now, there's nothing you can't eat, so why run all the way here to eat pan-seared tofu?"

Zichen: "No one else makes it as well as you do; I just want to eat what you make. Will you make it or not?"

"Hmph!"

He turned and went back into the kitchen to make the pan-seared tofu, and Zichen followed him in with a smile to help his master.

Shi Yuke pulled Zichen aside and said: "Don't pay any mind to your Xi Fu; he just has this grumpy temperament, and he only dares to bully you; he wouldn't dare do anything to anyone else."

"And you, don't give him a pleasant face, lest he gets carried away."

"Whose side are you on, anyway?" Gu Zhihao glared in anger, but he could do nothing about his wife.

Shi Yuke was righteous and confident: "Of course I am on Zichen's side. I side with whoever is reasonable. You are the one who is unreasonable; if you are given face, you should accept it, don't be ungrateful..."

Zichen hurriedly interjected, saying that a master is like a father, and he treats his master with the same respect as his own father, saying his master can do whatever he wants to him.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

After a round of flattery, Gu Zhihao felt very pleased.

Soon, the pan-seared tofu was ready, and there were a few home-cooked dishes on the table, all of which Zichen liked to eat.

Good food requires good wine, so Gu Zhihao asked his wife to bring the local spirits.

It was pure grain liquor brewed by the village distillery; it had a high alcohol content and a sweet, crisp aroma.

Zichen has a high tolerance for alcohol; he didn't inherit this from his mother, but from his father.

After three taels of white liquor went down, Zichen was still fine, but Gu Zhihao was already slurring his words and complaining.

"Zichen, I treat you like my own son... no, even better than my own son..."

Zichen took a file folder out of his bag and handed it over: "Master, this is yours; please keep it safe."

"What is it?"

"Open it and see."

"So mysterious, just like your mom and dad, always full of schemes..."

Gu Zhihao muttered as he opened the file folder and pulled out a document; the large characters in the title instantly sobered him up halfway.

Equity Authorization Letter.

Continuing to read, apart from the title, he couldn't understand the rest.

It was densely packed with over a dozen pages, the print wasn't large, and there were many clauses; he was getting on in years and his eyes were a bit blurry, so it soon started looking like double vision.

Although he didn't read it all, he understood the gist of it.

The restaurant that made him so angry was now under Sheng Zichen's name, and he was also one of the shareholders, holding twenty-five percent of the restaurant's shares.

"What do you mean by this? I don't want it."

He tried to shove the transfer agreement into Zichen's arms.

Zichen said with a smile: "I already took it to be notarized yesterday; your saying you don't want it doesn't count. If you want to change it back, you have to go to the notary office to have it notarized, and you'll need a valid reason and the company's official seal."

Gu Zhihao:...

He was stunned.

"Is this for real? I've never heard of it being so troublesome to refuse a gift... are you pulling my leg?"

That's right, he was indeed pulling his leg.

But that wasn't important; what was important was that he believed it.

"Do you know how much the restaurant is worth now? The shares I'm giving you are conservatively estimated to be worth several million, and that's just the original shares, not including future dividends and appreciation. These are no worse than my Chenxin Snack, so why would I go to such great lengths to joke around and fool you..."

Gu Zhihao interrupted him, still refusing: "Don't think I'm someone who is blinded by money. I don't want it. What is mine, not a single cent can be missing; what isn't mine, even if it were a mountain of gold, I wouldn't want it."

Zichen said: "I'm not just giving you money by giving you these shares; I'm helping you get revenge!"

"What do you mean?"

Zichen explained: "Huo Zhenteng works at the hotel; you are the boss now, so he is your subordinate. How could you not be able to bully him?"

"The cold shoulders you suffered and the humiliation you endured when you were young can all be returned. What I'm giving you isn't money, it's dignity..."

Zichen's words made Gu Zhihao feel very satisfied.

He was very happy, feeling that the time for him to hold his head high had finally come.

He was determined to give Huo Zhenteng a taste of his own medicine and get back his childhood suffering with interest!

He hadn't even figured out how to take his revenge when the Ghost Festival arrived.

Gu Zhihao prepared offerings of food, cigarettes, and alcohol, and went with his wife to visit his parents' graves.

From afar, the two of them saw someone kneeling before his parents' grave, wailing loudly, unable to control their grief!

Gu Zhihao was puzzled: "Am I seeing things? It looks like someone is kneeling in front of Mom and Dad's grave."

Shi Yuke also felt it was strange, and at the same time, she could conclude that her husband wasn't seeing things; there was indeed someone kneeling before her parents-in-law's grave.

"You're right, there is someone kneeling there. Who could it be? Do you have any other siblings?"

"We've been married for so many years, don't you know whether I have siblings in my family? You're asking something you already know."

In the end, the couple reached a conclusion—someone had gone to the wrong grave!

Tsk tsk, to cry so sadly even after going to the wrong grave.

When he walked closer and took a look, Gu Zhihao was so angry he didn't know where to vent; it turned out this person was Huo Zhenteng.

"Get lost! Stop putting on this cat-crying-for-the-mouse false compassion here. You still have the nerve to see my mom and dad? Get lost immediately, the further away you get, the better."

He was very furious and kicked Huo Zhenteng.

Huo Zhenteng was kicked until he staggered, but he was not angry.

"Junior brother, when all is said and done, it is I who let you down, and I who let down Master; it is all my fault."

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong. I have let you down, old man, and Mistress. If letting me die now could bring you both back to life, I would be willing."

"I know that saying anything now is too late. It wasn't that I didn't want to come before, it was that I didn't dare to come; I had no face to see Master. But now that you have forgiven me, junior brother, only then did I dare to come and kowtow to Master to apologize..."

As he spoke, he kowtowed forcefully, until his head was broken and bleeding.

Gu Zhihao:...

He was very furious: "I am telling you to stop spouting nonsense. When did I ever say I forgave you?"

Huo Zhenteng raised his head in confusion: "Junior brother, you are my boss now. I am the person working for you. Since you are willing to let me work for you, isn't that forgiving me?"

"Don't worry, in the future I will work like a horse or an ox for the Gu Family to repay the sins I committed when I was young and ignorant..."

Gu Zhihao:...

He truly admired Huo Zhenteng's train of thought.

How did he figure out that he had forgiven him?

By common logic, Gu Zhihao should have immediately told him to get lost and told him to stay far away. Right now he didn't have the time, but as soon as he had a moment to spare, he would fire him immediately!

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