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Dishes were gradually served on the table. Li Hongmei took one last look at her temporary WeChat ID, where Zhang Huizhi had sent some meaningless greetings. She turned off her phone screen and said, "Is this WeChat even useful anymore?"
Tian Ling took Li Hongmei's phone and replied, "This temporary phone and the temporary WeChat ID will be disposed of. They were both sourced from an unofficial second-hand market anyway, so don’t worry."
Li Hongmei felt a bit reluctant; the second-hand phone was quite comfortable to use, and she had only had it for two days.
Tian Ling continued, "Once we get rid of this phone, the last bit of risk will be eliminated. By then, not only will Zhang Huizhi be unable to find you, but he also won't have any way to contact you because everything you showed him is fake."
Turning to Tong Le, Tian Ling asked, "What do you plan to do next?"
Tong Le replied seriously, "Given the current situation, Ke Jie’s savings should have been drained by us. He hardly has any money left in his hands; all his expenses are accounted for through the company. So, the twenty million cash in Zhang Huizhi's possession, minus the ten million from selling the house, leaves another ten million—this is the profit Ke Jie has secretly transferred out of Tongshan Real Estate over the years."
Tong Le added, "I've already reclaimed the most expensive property. I've also retrieved Ke Jie’s savings. What remains is to take back Tongshan Real Estate Company."
Tian Ling sighed heavily. "Expelling Ke Jie from Tongshan Real Estate is not an easy task."
Tong Le said, "Before that, I have one more thing to do. I need to find a way to dissolve the company that Zhang Huizhi registered under her name. A few years ago, Ke Jie made Zhang Huizhi the legal representative and established a new company specifically for transferring projects from Tongshan Real Estate. If Ke Jie wants to drain Tongshan Real Estate dry, I need to tackle this issue at its source."
Tian Ling asked, "What can I do to help?"
Tong Le shook his head. "Not for now; I'll reach out if I need you."
Li Hongmei added some meat to Tong Le's plate and said, "Lele, eat more meat! You’re now our family’s benefactor. Without you, Tian Ling would still be waiting ages to buy a house!"
Tong Le smiled and replied, "Auntie, you’re too kind. Zong Zeyu is truly your benefactor; you all are my benefactors."
Meanwhile, at Wen's bar.
This was Zong Jin's third time coming alone to Wen's bar for a drink. Each time, he quietly sat in an inconspicuous corner, indifferent to the vibrant atmosphere around him. He would finish his drink and leave shortly after.
At that moment, Zong Zeyu sat down beside Zong Jin.
Zong Jin turned his head in surprise and asked, "What brings you here suddenly?"
Zong Zeyu poured himself a drink from an empty glass and said casually, "My wife didn’t want to go on a date with me tonight; I figured you’d be here since I drove over."
Zong Zeyu scanned the bar with his eyes and asked, "Where’s Wen?"
Zong Jin replied, "I’m not sure."
Holding his glass tightly, Zong Zeyu tilted his head in confusion and asked, "So what are you doing here? Drinking alone?"
Zong Jin remained silent; he had come to see Wen but didn’t know how to strike up a conversation. In truth, he felt just as lost as ever.
Zong Zeyu spoke up, "I'm really curious. With your personality, how did you manage to win over Sister-in-law back then?"
Zong Jin replied, "I went to every one of her folk music performances and visited the places she frequented. I accompanied her, and naturally, we became a couple."
Zong Zeyu awkwardly asked, "So you're planning to pursue Wen using the same method?"
Zong Jin fell silent. He wanted to pursue Wen, but he felt something was missing—perhaps it was his own courage, or maybe he just couldn't move on from past memories.
At that moment, Zhou Zishuo approached with a fruit platter and placed it in front of Zong Jin and Zong Zeyu. His face was dark, clearly indicating that he wasn't welcoming Zong Jin.
Zhou Zishuo set down the platter and should have turned to leave, but after a moment's thought, he stopped and addressed Zong Jin directly. "You always come alone. You clearly don't like drinking, yet you insist on ordering the most expensive wine. Are you here for my sister? If you're trying to pursue her, I advise you to give up that idea. She has no chance with you."
Zong Zeyu chuckled coldly. "How do you know it's impossible?"
Zhou Zishuo couldn't articulate a reason; he could only repeat, "It's just impossible!"
Zong Jin interjected, "Is Wen currently in the private room with guests?"
Zhou Zishuo shrugged him off. "You can ask her yourself."
He turned and headed back to the kitchen. At the kitchen door, Zhou Zishuo's younger sister, Zhou Ting, was peering in the direction of Zong Jin and Zong Zeyu.
Zhou Zishuo shot a glance at Zhou Ting and poked her forehead. "What are you looking at? Your eyes are going to pop out!"
Zhou Ting's gaze lingered on Zong Zeyu as she mumbled, "What else did they order at their table? I'll go deliver it later."
Zhou Zishuo stepped in front of Zhou Ting and stared at her. "Are you interested in Zong Jin or that Zong Zeyu? Those two are just a bit wealthy; what do they have going for them? They aren't even half as good as my brother!"
Zhou Ting shot him a look. "Our brother is a national martyr! The Zong Family Brothers are businessmen; there's no comparison!"
Her gaze returned to Zong Zeyu. "I just think that Zong Zeyu is quite approachable. I heard my sister call him a few times, and every time she hung up, she would say that 'Xiao Zong Zong' is quite nice."
Zhou Zishuo grew anxious. "Did our sister mention anything about that Dazong Zong?"
Zhou Ting thought for a moment and shook her head. "I haven't heard anything about it, nor have I heard our sister talk to Dazong Zong."
Zhou Zishuo felt slightly relieved. "Well, that's good."
Zhou Ting exclaimed excitedly, "I'll go deliver them another fruit platter! Or maybe I'll bring them two glasses of cocktails I mixed myself!"
Zhou Zishuo scoffed. "You might as well chop yourself up and cook yourself into braised pork knuckles to send over! Are you out of your mind?"
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