Chapter 82

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Mu Chutong then got his team to prepare a proposal, as it was not as though he would lose a chunk of his flesh if he attended the meeting. The worst thing that could happen would be that Yu Yunren would kick him a couple of times and jeer at him. Yu Yunren was a well brought up, proper young master, could his words be more awful to listen to than Shu Jingyi’s? He had even endured the humiliation from Shu Jingyi that motherfucking piece of shit, how could anything be worse than that?

Hence, without much consideration, he accepted the name card Heizi sent him and called Yu Yunren.

Yu Yunren’s decision to help Mu Chutong was made a few days ago. At that time, Renzi was affectionately and sweetly planning his move into Gu Xiaoshan’s apartment. Thinking about how pitiful Mu Chutong was, he decided to give him a helping hand. Now, Yu Yunren was suffering from blows Old Mister Gu had left him with, and he did not register that his phone was ringing. Mu Chutong called him twice in a row before Renzi answered it in a trance, “Hello?”

Mu Chutong thought that the other person was putting on airs by not answering his call immediately. Thinking that these young masters really all were fucking cut from the same cloth, he still spoke in an agreeable manner, “Is this President Ren, Yu Yunren of the Yu empire?”

“Mn, it’s me.” Renzi replied, “You’re…?”

“I’m Mu Chutong from Company XZ.”

“Mu Chutong?” Renzi’s spine tensed immediately upon hearing this name.

Noticing the undisguised precaution in Renzi’s voice, Mu Chutong sighed internally. “Mn, yes. I heard that you’re interested in discussing about a project with my company. I’m here to confirm it with you, as well as see if there’s a suitable time to have a meeting…”

Yu Yunren’s mind was currently muddled. After being reminded by Mu Chutong, he then remembered that there was something like this. “Since you’re in trouble, can’t Gu Xiaoshan help you out?”

Since that was the case, Old Mister Gu also followed Mu Chutong’s “practicality”. Stately, he said, “Since you only care about money, I’ll give you an opportunity. Let’s see if you’ll be able to grab onto it.”

“Hmm?” Mu Chutong’s ears perked up. “Please, Old Mister Gu, enlighten me!”

Old Mister Gu seldom left the house, but when he did, he naturally wanted to accomplish the task with a stroke of his pen, and settle everything. After all, it was not good for an old man to be walking here and there, what would happen if he injured himself? As such, he laid everything out skilfully for Mu Chutong, even using “intimidation” and “luring him with bait”. Finally, he called in another person — a very important person — his son, Gu Xiaoshan.

When Gu Xiaoshan walked through the door, he saw that this place still looked exactly the same. The furniture was of the styles of Ming and Qing dynasties, and through the engraved window lattices came the rays of the sun. Next to the window was a Brazil Ironwood tree, and in the Chinese-styled furnishings, it added a exotic flair. Old Mister Gu was sitting at a carved table in the middle of the room and smiling at him.

It was as though time had turned back to when Gu Xiaoshan was still a student, when his allowance was based on his merits, and Old Mister Gu was still the absolute authority at home.

In accordance to habit, Gu Xiaoshan chose to take a seat on the yellow pearwood stool. Although yellow pearwood was expensive, the stool was lower, and did not have a back to lean on. It was not very comfortable, and was meant for a person of a lower status. Each time this situation occurred, Gu Xiaoshan knew he had done something wrong. However, it had been very long since Gu Xiaoshan had made a mistake.

Or rather, it had been very long since Old Mister Gu had an issue with the mistakes Gu Xiaoshan made.