Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1843 - 1844: Wealthy Family Eldest Son’s Granddaughter 107
After interning in Europe for six months, Zhang Yu set off for America. She planned to intern at the UN headquarters there for three months before starting school.
Fu Yun looked at Zhang Yu, who was once again leaving with large bags, and said, "You always travel with just these few things, yet you’ve been to so many places."
Zhang Yu responded with a hum, "These are things left to me by Mom and Dad. No matter where I go, I’ll take them with me."
"Sis, are you really not going to America?" Zhang Yu asked Fu Yun repeatedly.
"I’m not going. Why would I go there?" Fu Yun hadn’t heard any news about Zhang Hujuan in the past six months and didn’t want to have an accidental encounter with them on the streets of America.
"When you miss me, you can come here." Fu Yun thought this place was quite nice, "I’m planning to buy a house."
The place she was living in now was rented, and Fu Yun actually didn’t know how long she’d stay here. Having lived here for six months, she felt the environment suited her quite well.
"Sure." Zhang Yu didn’t say when she’d come, and both she and Fu Yun knew that after leaving this time, any future meetings would be rather hurried.
Fu Yun always felt that Zhang Yu harbored significant hatred towards the Zhang Family. She was somewhat puzzled; Zhang Yutong’s actions were excessive, but it seemed unnecessary to focus so intently here.
It’s just that everyone has their own secrets, and Fu Yun couldn’t ask in too much detail.
During more than three years in America, Zhang Yu successfully obtained a master’s degree in law from Harvard and smoothly joined a renowned American law firm.
Over these three years, she hadn’t returned, but she still knew a thing or two about the Zhang Family affairs.
For instance, after Zhang Hai knew that Zhang Yutong had schemed against him, he became wary of her. When she found she couldn’t obtain Zhang Hai’s assets, she began thinking about harming him—ensuring his death would allow her to inherit his assets as a widow.
As for the Zhang Group, Zhang Yu thought that even though Zhang Jiang had taken some prime land, the remaining family foundation was still substantial. As long as it was managed well, it could definitely rise again.
But unexpectedly, the Zhang Group’s revenue growth over the past few years was less than three percent annually, which shocked Zhang Yu.
Real estate markets had been booming in the past two years, and the Zhang Group, being a long-established company, was still quite popular locally. Their developed properties were also highly sought after.
In this vigorous real estate market, Zhang Group’s overall revenue growth being so minimal left Zhang Yu truly speechless.
You know, the real estate companies they invested in, even with their model of securing land for construction and then renting, had seen rental market explosion in recent years. Rental income was booming, and annual investment returns were enough to delight Zhang Jiang, who had already secured land in other areas to build factories.
Seeing Zhang Yu’s smiling expression, Zhang Lin could infer without asking that something unpleasant had come up about the Zhang Group, and only then would Zhang Yu be happy.
"I remember the old master saying, he wanted Zhang’s to expand, to go further, with real estate leading the charge." Zhang Yu remembered Zhang Fugui’s excited expression, coming up with some three-year, five-year, ten-year plan.
After all these years of effort, let alone the five-year or ten-year plan, even the so-called three-year plan fell farther and farther short of its target.
Once the real estate giants outside move in, the impact on Zhang’s won’t be ordinary.
"I think, if Zhang Group doesn’t make changes soon, what’s awaiting them is truly decline." Zhang Yu was quite looking forward to seeing Zhang Hai’s current state; he should be very frustrated and unwilling, right?
Zhang Fugui looked at the report in his hand and was truly stunned, incredulously looking at Zhang Hai, "The company performance is unbelievably poor."
"Of all those subsidiaries, only one real estate company is profitable?" Zhang Fugui, despite not managing the company, read the news and felt the market outside was thriving. When it came to their own family, it just turned into this subsidiary being unprofitable, that subsidiary losing money.
Looking at his young son standing foolishly in front of him, recalling his other son thriving outside, Zhang Fugui couldn’t say he didn’t regret it—it was crazy to think Zhang Hai would fit the company.
Zhang Hai knew this report would lead to Zhang Fugui’s dissatisfaction, "Dad, I can explain."
"Explain? How will you explain? You explained last time, too, and said you’d improve for sure."
"But have you improved?" Zhang Fugui sighed softly, "Forget it, I’ve handed the company over to you; do what you think is right based on your ideas."
Over the years, Zhang Hai had been hoping to become the true leader of the Zhang Family, rather than asking the old master about everything he encountered. Every time he asked, he felt like a puppet.
But he didn’t dare protest. There was a reason the old master chose him, and he could only wait, wait until the old man passed away.
Unexpectedly, the surprise came uninvited, "Dad, the company still needs you."
Despite his excitement, Zhang Hai dared not relax, worried this might be a trap.
Seeing his cautious demeanor, Zhang Fugui smiled, "It’s truly yours now." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
"Whatever the company’s future direction is, it’s now your concern."
"Also, from now on, face matters yourself; don’t ask me about everything."
"My health hasn’t been good these past two years." Zhang Fugui recalled what Zhang Jiang said when he visited the other day.
Yes, holding power all the time, who wouldn’t find it unappealing, "Plus, I’m considering moving to a care home."
A friend mentioned a newly opened care home recently that had professional nurses and doctors.
Zhang Hai was naturally aware of that care home. Although it was newly opened, the fees were truly expensive.
Let it be, as long as the old master doesn’t interfere with company operations, spending a little money isn’t really a problem.
Seeing Zhang Hai’s frown earlier, Zhang Fugui knew he was reluctant about the fees there. Everything was great about that place except for the high costs.
"Once I move, you’ll be responsible for this place’s expenses." Zhang Fugui initially thought about continuing to pay, but then considering his son’s reluctance about money spent on the care home, why should he fork out the money?
What? Zhang Hai was stunned that Zhang Fugui was unwilling to pay this money himself; previously, he always dreamed of becoming the master of this old house.
But he now understood, living in the old house came with considerable monthly expenses, thinking about the money he’d spend each month in the future, his heart nearly broke.
"Do you think it’s costly? If you’re unwilling, let your second brother live here." Zhang Fugui calmly said.
What, let Zhang Jiang live here? Upon hearing this, Zhang Hai couldn’t bear parting with the money, "I’ll live here."
He absolutely had to live here himself; otherwise, if Zhang Jiang found out, who knew what kind of cocky behavior he’d display—it mustn’t give him the chance to show off.
