Zhang Jingchan opened the phone and scrolled to a person’s photo.

“This is my second uncle, Zhang Fengming. He’s currently the Deputy Director of Procurement at Fuming Group. He has a certain street-smart quality and knows people from all walks of life. He’s the most suitable person to handle this matter.”

Zhang Fengming’s features bore some resemblance to Zhang Moyun—both had strong, prominent features and fair skin, but Zhang Fengming had less of an entrepreneur’s heroic bearing and more of a fierce quality.

“How did he treat your family later?” Li Weiyi asked.

Zhang Jingchan glanced at her.

“I need to gauge my attitude toward him!”

Zhang Jingchan answered calmly, “Back when my dad was strapped for cash, he also contributed three million. Later, he cut off contact with us. After I started working and earning money, I first paid him back, along with other relatives. Human nature—we owe each other nothing.”

Li Weiyi said, “Oh.”

Zhang Jingchan briefly explained to her how to make this call. Li Weiyi pondered for a moment, instinctively put on a cold expression, and with what she considered three parts coolness, three parts rebelliousness, two parts street-smart attitude, and two parts indifference, spoke: “Second Uncle, what have you been busy with lately?”

Zhang Fengming on the other end laughed. “What am I busy with? Still working for your dad, of course. Achan, how have you been lately?”

Li Weiyi said, “Same as always.”

“What do you need from your uncle?”

Li Weiyi’s tone turned cold. “Second Uncle, I’ll be direct. I need you to deal with someone for me. His name is Zhou Zhihao. He lives in Moon Bay Community, has three storefronts in our family’s Yinhui Building, and his family also runs a clothing store and a hardware store in Culture Lane.”

“Never heard of this character. How did he offend our young master?”

Li Weiyi said impatiently, “Don’t worry about that. Just tell me if you can do it or not? If you can’t, I’ll find someone else. Two months, but you can’t use illegal methods. I want to make his family insolvent. Best to catch them on their own loopholes, make it impossible for their stores to stay open, so he’ll never have the energy… to pursue a certain girl. If you can help me with this, I’ll be eternally grateful.”

Zhang Fengming laughed heartily and said, “This must be a deep-seated grudge. Alright, I’ll make some inquiries. Shouldn’t be a problem. But Achan, your dad can’t know about this.”

“Of course I know that.”

“If you want to deal with him, this person must be no good.” Zhang Fengming sighed. “But thinking it through carefully, this isn’t easy to handle. Second Uncle would also be taking a big risk—pulling strings, investing money and people. If it weren’t for you, I absolutely wouldn’t get involved. But you’re my own nephew. Fuming will be yours in the future, and Second Uncle wants to help you.”

Li Weiyi felt alarm bells ringing in her mind, but her laughter remained composed. “Second Uncle, I understand. In the future, when I take charge, I’ll naturally rely heavily on family.” Fuming was going to collapse anyway—she could give him 100 variations of empty promises like this! Think of Cheng Ruiyan!

But this was the first time Zhang Fengming had received “his” definite word, and he was so happy his voice trembled slightly. “Achan, Second Uncle didn’t misjudge you. You truly are a good kid who values relationships and loyalty. Rest assured, Second Uncle will definitely handle this matter for you to your satisfaction. If I don’t make that Zhou fellow cry, my name isn’t Zhang. What kind of punk dares to provoke our Achan—he’s really asking for it…”

“Second Uncle, you’re the one who understands me! Hahahaha! I definitely won’t let you down in the future!”

Li Weiyi had the phone on speaker. After hanging up, she saw Zhang Jingchan staring at her with dark, condensed eyes.

“What’s wrong? I said everything according to your instructions.”

Zhang Jingchan was momentarily speechless. Just now, he had taught her not to reveal too much inside information to Zhang Fengming, to vaguely hint at having a grudge against Zhou Zhihao, and to brush off Zhang Fengming’s attempts to curry favor with a few words.

Li Weiyi had conveyed all the necessary points. But to each one, she had added her own improvisation, playing a foolish, lustful, vicious, narrow-minded rich second generation so vividly, finding such perfect common ground with Zhang Fengming.

“Do you have some misunderstanding about me?”

Li Weiyi said, “Hm?”

“Forget it. Waiter, check please.” He touched his pocket, paused, then said, “Give me a card.”

The two walked toward the restaurant entrance. Li Weiyi said, “You must have had plenty of flattering, fawning people around you before, right? Doesn’t it feel especially great?” Her face bore an unmistakable mocking smile.

Zhang Jingchan had only crossed over with her a few hours ago, yet he had lost count of how many times his usually quick-thinking self had been left speechless.

In his youth, he had indeed been surrounded by admirers. Precisely because of this, when his family fell, he had once hated those people for their fair-weather attitudes and for kicking him when he was down. Now he simply looked down on those people.

Generally, friends who knew his past would deliberately avoid mentioning it. Only Li Weiyi casually teased about it, as if it didn’t matter, yet you could sense she had no malicious intent—she simply found it amusing.

He suddenly felt that those people from back then, and himself, were actually somewhat laughable. A small mass of pent-up resentment buried deep in his chest for a long time seemed to dissipate.

“This way.” He grabbed Li Weiyi’s collar and turned her around to prevent her from looking for the main entrance and ending up in someone else’s kitchen.

Getting in the car, Zhang Jingchan said, “Call Xu Yi… you know him, right?”

“I know him—your dad’s assistant. I met him once last time.” Li Weiyi swallowed the rest of her words. The drunk door-climbing and flying-embracing of the assistant brother, along with the throwing tantrums and threatening him to swear loyalty and such—better not mention those things. Leave Zhang Jingchan some dignity.

Zhang Jingchan stared at her. “You don’t know him?”

Li Weiyi said, “I didn’t know him before. Last time… didn’t I get to know him?”

A smile flashed in Zhang Jingchan’s eyes. He said, “Is this how you were a financial elite at Muchen?”

Li Weiyi: “??”

He didn’t explain further. He took out his phone and said, “Forget it. Xu Yi is too sharp, and you…” He snorted with laughter, lowered his head to find Xu Yi’s number, and sent a text message.

Li Weiyi felt insulted. This was definitely revenge for her mocking him earlier! Unwilling to back down, she stuck her head over to look at the phone. Zhang Jingchan wasn’t used to having people so close, but it was also his own face beside him, so in a moment of distraction, he let her lean in.

Li Weiyi still felt uncertain and asked, “Is Xu Yi… very sharp?”

“Yes.”

“Then what did you mean just now? Should I know him?”

Zhang Jingchan didn’t answer. Li Weiyi watched him text with one hand:

“Brother Xu, help me investigate someone.”

A few seconds later, Xu Yi replied: “Sure, who?”

Zhang Jingchan typed: “Zhong Yi, lives in Xiaojiaqiao Textile Factory dormitory. He’s a discharged veteran. Only has a father at home.” This was all information Li Weiyi had told him before.

Li Weiyi understood—this was to investigate Zhong Yi’s background and see if he was reliable. She hadn’t thought of it, but Zhang Jingchan had.

Li Weiyi said, “Thank you, President Zhang!”

Zhang Jingchan ignored her fawning as if he had already gotten used to it, and sent another message to Xu Yi: “Get me the results as soon as possible.”

Xu Yi: “No problem.”

The Ferrari stopped again at the textile factory dormitory complex. The two walked to Zhong Yi’s door. Li Weiyi asked, “Have you figured out what to say?”

Zhang Jingchan stuck both hands in his school uniform pockets and said, “Between men, you don’t need to say much. We’ll play it by ear.”

“…But you’re a female high school student right now!”

“…”