Chapter 357


    "And that''s only the start-up capital?"


    Shen Cong remembered he had wet his pants back then.


    This is ridiculous… This is too much!


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    It was then that he understood how insignificant he was in the entire operation, and that made him


    admire the mysterious "Mr. Chu" even more.


    Later, when he thought he had done a good job and expressed his interest to Ma Sanyuan that he


    wanted to meet the legendary "Mr. Chu," Ma Sanyuan''s expression instantly dropped and warned


    him, "Stay in yourne and stop snooping into things that you''re not supposed to know. Otherwise,


    you might not know when you''ll meet your end!"


    Shen Cong dropped the topic instantly and never approached it again…


    As his business continued to grow and his sphere of influence expanded, Shen Cong understood


    that the extent of Mr. Chu''s power was wider than he could possibly imagine.


    However, that also made him more and more curious about the true identity of the legendary Mr.


    Chu.


    Still deep in thought, Shen Cong sighed as he gazed at the city street below. "Sigh… I wonder if I''ll


    be able to meet ''Mr. Chu''…"


    He took a deep breath and picked his spirits up. One day, that indomitable legend will eventually


    notice his efforts! All he had to do was to look forward to that day!


    Ring ring ring…


    The ringing of his phone snapped him back to reality. Shen Cong frowned when he saw the caller


    notification indicate his wife''s name.


    He answered the call and said impatiently, "Didn''t I give you three hundred thousand dorsst


    week? Did you spend it all? Can''t you be a little more thrifty? I don''t own a gold mine, you know!"


    "Boo hoo hoo, darling, I was bullied…" Zhao Lan burst into tears and wailed with all her might. "If I


    hadn''t stopped the bully, he might have killed our son too. Please, darling, you have to help us!"


    "What?" Shen Cong nearly leaped out of his office chair like an agitated cat when he heard that


    someone nearly killed his son.


    Even though he was unsatisfied with his capricious and tiresome wife, he spoiled his son and did


    not allow any harm toe to him.


    After all, Shen Hao was his only son.


    "What happened, Zhao Lan? Tell me the entire story, and don''t miss out on any detail!"


    Shen Cong gripped his phone tightly. His tone of voice dripped with hostility.


    "Boo hoo, darling, it''s like this…" While sobbing, Zhao Lan described the incident earlier that


    morning with a lot more details added in.


    Of course, she did not tell her husband the part where their son bullied another boy, or how she had


    tried to suppress the truth with violence. In her words, it was all Chu Feng and his family''s fault.


    Shen Cong gritted his teeth. His eyes turned bloodshot.


    "How dare he hit my wife and bully our son on my turf? I''ll kill him!"


    Shen Cong had lost all rationality after listening to Zhao Lan''s made-up story.


    He would have gone back to the resort to take care of matters himself, but he had urgent business


    in the city, and he could not leave.


    "Boo hoo, darling, you''ll have to avenge me and my son," Zhao Lan wailed hoarsely.


    Shen Cong slowly exhaled through his mouth and said sullenly, "Don''t worry, Lan. I''ll make sure that


    b*stard pay the price for what he did. He''ll wish he was never born! I still have an important meeting


    in the city tomorrow, and I can''t go back now. How about this? I''ll dispatch twenty of my boys over,


    and you can order them however you want. Beat that guy within an inch of his life, and lock him in


    the basement. I''ll deal with him after I return. What do you think?"


    That was exactly what Zhao Lan wanted to hear. She wiped her tears and said, "Yes, yes, that''s


    great. I''ll send that b*stard''s photo to you now…"


    Zhao Lan passed the phone to her son, who spoke with Shen Cong for a while.


    Shen Cong''s heart wrenched when he heard his son''s agonized cry. His hatred toward that bully


    grew even more, and he wished he could skin him alive.


    He dialed another number on his phone and said, "Heizi,e to my office."


    Very soon, a well-built man with an air of lethality around him entered the office. The man smirked


    and said, "What can I do for you, Mr. Shen?"