Chapter 1779: Once Again, Good Intentions Lead to Bad Results

Zirui got off work.

He had just walked out of the office when he saw Zihan waving at him: "Zirui, I'm over here."

This guy was wearing a designer suit, leaning against a luxury car, and shouting excitedly at the top of his lungs.

"What are you shouting for? As if you're afraid others won't recognize you."

Zirui climbed into the car, dissatisfied: "Let's go, let's go, don't let people recognize me."

"Why?"

Zihan was indifferent: "I just want people to recognize you, to know you have backing, so they won't think about bullying you all the time..."

"What bullying or not bullying? I'm an intern, there are many things I don't understand. A newcomer should be humble; don't be too sharp and exposed."

Zihan stood up for him, but Zirui didn't care about the unfair treatment he received; he felt it was quite good and believed this was a trial from heaven for him.

Zihan clicked his tongue in lament: "You, I really don't understand what you're thinking. You have a perfectly good position as the Heir of the Sheng Family, yet you run here to be a tea-fetching boy, and you're quite enthusiastic about serving tea and water to others. It's a waste of talent..."

He meant well, and Zirui understood that.

But he did not explain; some differences in perspective are innate divergences that simply cannot be explained clearly, and even if they could be, Zihan would not agree.

Why waste his breath?

He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes to rest; Zihan understood as soon as he saw this—it was a silent way of ending the conversation.

Forget it, since he didn't want to talk, then he wouldn't talk either.

"I'll treat you to a meal, order whatever you want."

Zirui opened his eyes and smiled teasingly: "Really? Then I'm going to open my mouth like a lion, don't regret it!"

"I won't regret it. Even if you eat up all my net worth today, I won't even blink." Zihan was speaking the truth; that was exactly how he felt.

Although he was reluctant to spend money when dating girls, he was very generous with his own family.

Especially when his family needed him, he would open his purse without hesitation; he called this: money must be spent on the cutting edge.

His family was his cutting edge.

Of course, Zirui wouldn't spend all of Zihan's net worth on one meal, but before eating, he needed to go home and change his clothes.

He was out interning now, no longer a student at school, and couldn't live in the school dormitory.

Going home was too far and inconvenient for work, so he rented a place near his office.

The two returned to the place Zirui rented. Before they even walked into the unit, Zihan covered his nose: "What's that smell? You live here?"

"Yeah, it's quite good here."

He called an environment like this "quite good."

Zihan looked over the surrounding environment; it was a small, old residential compound, a typical "old, broken, and small" place.

The Architecture was from the 1970s, with exterior corridors, red bricks exposed on the outside, and doors that were wooden doors—there wasn't even a security door.

Of course, people living here probably didn't need security doors either.

Trash cans were placed randomly outside, emitting waves of foul stench.

"Why do you live here? Are you out of money?"

Zirui didn't answer, but instead put his arm around his shoulder and walked upstairs: "Let's go, don't talk so much nonsense. Isn't this quite good? Isn't it much better than the houses you saw in L country?"

Zihan:...

That was true; compared to houses in L country, a house like this could be called a "luxury mansion."

But that was L country, and they were in Jiangzhou. Having grown accustomed to seeing high-rises everywhere, Zihan thought he had traveled through time when he suddenly arrived at a place like this.

The stairs were plastered with cement, and because of years of disrepair, many places were uneven and pitted, even exposing the steel bars inside.

The handrail had lost its original color and was pitch black and incomplete!

Zihan started to shed tears; his heart felt sour. His own brother actually lived here?

A child of the Sheng Family actually lived in such an environment?

"Why are you crying? It's fine, I really don't feel aggrieved."

"Who's crying?"

Zihan didn't admit it: "I'm not crying, the wind blew into my eyes. The wind and sand are too big in this broken place where you live."

The weather was nice today, without a hint of wind. This guy was lying through his teeth, and Zirui didn't call him out.

Going upstairs and turning right, Zirui stopped at the door on the right: "My good brother."

Entering the room, Zihan's mood improved a little, but only a little.

The room was okay; the snow-white walls looked like they had been freshly painted. There weren't many things in the room, and it was clear at a glance.

A simple small bed, a makeshift clothes rack, a square table, and two chairs.

There were quite a few books on the table, as well as a rice bowl; it was likely a table used for two purposes.

Additionally, two book boxes were stacked by the bed to serve as a nightstand, killing two birds with one stone.

"Sit down, I'll pour you some water."

"Don't bother, I'm not thirsty."

There was no need for courtesy between brothers. Since Zihan said he wasn't thirsty, Zirui didn't worry about him anymore.

He pulled open the plastic zipper on the wardrobe; there weren't many clothes inside, but they were hung neatly.

They had to wear suits at work. Zirui took off his work uniform and changed into white casual clothes and jeans.

"Let's go, let's go to Chenxin Snack to have some noodles. I haven't had them for several days, and I've been missing them."

Zihan didn't move; he stared straight at Zirui and asked: "Don't you feel aggrieved at all?"

Zirui laughed: "What's there to be aggrieved about? I chose this life myself. I'm not aggrieved; I'm very at ease."

Zihan said: "I can help you, really. We are brothers, we are twins. What's mine is yours. Don't be embarrassed. You don't know how much money I have; we can just take the money and spend it together."

"If you don't want to go home to live, let's go rent a better house. Don't live here anymore. Everything here, except for the books, we don't need any of it..."

Zihan was a bit out of character today.

Usually she was lackadaisical and always smiling, but today she was as serious as if she had become a different person.

Zirui said: "I have money, I earned quite a lot in Country A. It's not that I can't afford a good house, but there's no need. I am an intern, and an intern with a low salary should live in a house like this; we should do things that match our status."

"What status do you have? Your status is the Sheng Family Heir..."

"That was in the past. Now I am an intern, and you are the Heir; don't forget your own status!" Zirui reminded her with a smile.

He insisted on not moving, so Zihan had no choice but to give up.

However, he was not reconciled; he wanted to do something to help Zirui.

Very soon, the opportunity came.

People from the Ministry of Commerce arrived to talk to the General Manager about the development of the west.

The west of Jiangzhou is vast and sparsely populated; it is a world of deserts, always very barren, and no businessman would go there.

But recently, Jiangzhou's policy is to develop the west, so businessmen are all eyeing that place, hoping to discover business opportunities.

The Ministry of Commerce hopes that Dingsheng, as the leader in Jiangzhou, can show its attitude and take the lead.

But this lead is not so easy to take; if there is a strategic error, it will cause the enterprise to suffer heavy losses!