Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 740 - 548: Surprises and a New Book

Chapter 740 -548: Surprises and a New Book

Chen Pingsheng realized something: as an entrepreneur or a boss, the ability to endure pressure is extremely important.

If such a thing didn’t happen to someone close to you, you wouldn’t care as much.

It’s only after it happens that you understand its significance.

Take someone like Gao Hu, for instance—even after experiencing such major ups and downs, he’d never have the slightest thought of jumping off a building.

It’s mainly because he came up through tough times, enduring criticism and insults without much care.

In contrast, Zhang Tao led a much smoother life.

After taking over Tengsheng Fruit, you could say he had no pressure at all, with Tengying Entertainment and Xin Teng Live Streaming supporting his business.

With no lack of traffic, there was no way he’d lack revenue.

People like him, who’ve had such an easy ride, coupled with a fairly well-off family background in his youth,

encounter a setback and directly choose to end their own life.

That’s an extremely poor ability to handle pressure—no matter how bad things get, can he be worse off than Gao Hu?

Unable to afford a plane ticket, unable to travel by high-speed rail—coming all the way from Guangzhou meant taking trains and buses in a roundabout way.

Even if he wound up homeless, frying a simple egg fried rice on the streets, he’d never have any thoughts of suicide.

Better to live miserably than to die.

Chang Fu approached him, and the culprits behind Zhang Tao’s death were none other than Zhang Jingwen and that financial management company.

Chang Fu wanted to say something, but the phone in Chen Pingsheng’s pocket rang. After a long silence, he didn’t respond other than with a single word: “Okay.”

He had warned the founder would run off, and the financial team he sent had been keeping an eye on the situation.

Even with all that, the founder still managed to escape abroad—it’s clear someone didn’t want him to be caught, or maybe feared the consequences if he were caught.

For every net woven, there’s someone breaking the net.

If everyone could be caught easily, there wouldn’t be so many people fleeing abroad.

A company that illegally amassed over twenty billion—it’s laughable to suggest they operated properly or didn’t have connections.

Zhang Jingwen and her associates were caught because they only had that boss above them.

The boss himself couldn’t even protect his own skin—how could he possibly look after them? The fact that he managed to flee was already quite remarkable.

“Chen, did you track him down?”

“Not yet,” Chen Pingsheng replied. “Seems like he changed his identity and left the country through very discreet channels.”

“Damn it, he got away! Look at the chaos outside now!”

Zhang Tao may be dead, but the financial disaster caused by this investment scheme hasn’t dissipated.

So many people can’t cash out—their savings invested in the scheme are completely gone.

For anyone, that’s simply incomprehensible.

But thinking carefully, it’s actually quite normal; these kinds of products have always had the tendency to collapse.

Still, plenty hold onto the hope that they won’t be the last one holding the bag.

Yet there’s always someone left holding the bag.

Chen Pingsheng made some calls to Tong Zelan and Shen Nanpeng overseas, ordering them to use any resources necessary.

He had to capture the so-called founder—not just him, but those higher up were equally enraged, deploying special operations teams, and yet the person still managed to escape quietly. Clearly, his protector was highly influential.

Chen Pingsheng stayed in Capital City for three days, waiting until Zhang Tao’s funeral was completely over before taking Zhang Tao’s parents and his two children back to Magic City.

Zhang Tao’s parents naturally knew Chen Jianjun and Peng Ying.

No one wanted things to end this way. If Zhang Tao had called anyone before he jumped, it definitely wouldn’t have come to this.

A few billion—it’s really not a lot, at least not to Chen Pingsheng.

He also bought Zhang Tao’s parents a 1.3-billion luxury apartment in Magic City.

The rest of their lives—those two elders can only devote themselves to the care of these two children.

As for the kids’ mother, after receiving 2.7 billion, she’d probably visit them a few times each month.

Two-point-seven billion—it’s enough to be wealthy but not truly affluent. There’s still a significant gap.

She’ll surely remarry, which is the main reason she doesn’t want custody of the kids.

To put it bluntly, she’s still just a woman under thirty.

Chen Pingsheng returned home somewhat emotionally drained—not just Gao Hu, but also Zhang Tao; at their core, both lost themselves once their original intentions became messy.

Compared to Gao Hu’s penchant for fooling around with women, Zhang Tao’s involvement in genuine feelings turned out to be far more troublesome.

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It wasn’t just him returning—Gao Hu, upon arriving back in Guangzhou and stepping off the train, encountered none other than the now-glamorous secretary Zhang Wanyi.

Once upon a time, she was merely Chen Pingsheng’s humble and timid assistant, shyly addressing him as Mr. Gao whenever they met.

Now, stepping off the slowest train, Gao Hu saw Zhang Wanyi standing there as the president of the nearly 100-billion-valued Teng You Media.

She commanded everyone’s attention simply by standing there.

Clad in a professional yet luxurious suit, complemented by a top-end Bentley Continental, with three or four bodyguards in tow.

Her arrival successfully drew the admiration of everyone nearby.

Gao Hu felt despondent but forced a smile as Zhang Wanyi greeted him proactively: “Mr. Gao.”

“I’m no ‘Mr. Gao’ anymore—just someone frying egg fried rice. I can’t accept that title from you.”

Zhang Wanyi smiled professionally—that’s all she could do, given Gao Hu’s history within the Tengying Group.

His actions were a deeply negative example for the entire company.

It could even be said that what he did greatly damaged the morale of his female colleagues across the group.

Back then, everyone was signing petitions to oust him, including herself.

“If Mr. Chen says you are, then you are.”

Gao Hu gave a bitter smile—it was poignant, even. “You’ve come here specifically to meet me, fulfilling his orders, haven’t you?”

“Yes.” Zhang Wanyi handed over a property deed and a set of keys to him.

“This is an apartment on the floor below Xiao Danchun’s. Since you’re currently restricted in spending and can’t accept large bank transfers, Mr. Chen had me prepare a special card for you with two million deposited in cash.”

“Old Chen really can’t turn a blind eye to us old comrades, can he?”

“Mr. Chen is deeply regretful about Zhang Tao’s situation. As for you, he hopes you can turn your life around so your child can have a complete home.”

Hearing this, Gao Hu thought of his child, still learning to speak and calling him “Dad.” He nearly teared up again.

A wrong step leads to more wrong steps—but does he have to keep going down this path?

“Do you think I have a chance to start again?”

With a conflicted expression, Zhang Wanyi looked at the man who had once been full of energy, always trailing after the big boss.

“I don’t know. But Mr. Chen has said that if you want to try, he can arrange for your creditors not to hassle you for three years. Most importantly, you wouldn’t want your child’s father to be labeled a lifelong debtor, would you?”

The long journey of paying off debts—can he truly repay the billions he owes?

If he can’t, he’ll carry the label of a debtor for the rest of his life.

And when his child grows up, when a teacher at school asks who his father is,

how would he answer?

At this thought, Gao Hu felt an overwhelming sadness.

A father’s role may seem straightforward, but it’s a lifelong responsibility.

He made mistakes, but his child would bear the shadow of those mistakes for a lifetime.

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How utterly tragic.

There wasn’t much Zhang Wanyi could say—Gao Hu’s situation was unique, and no matter his downfall, the big boss extended a helping hand.

No one else would ever receive such treatment.

Whether he can make a comeback—who knows?

Maybe he can, maybe he can’t.