Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

If we were to say who was most terrified by Meng Chuan's phone call at that moment, it would undoubtedly be Zhang Jie.

His promotion is just around the corner!

Whether he can get promoted depends entirely on Meng Chuan's savings.

More than 20 billion in deposits!

Let alone a small county town, even in the provincial capital, people would treat Meng Chuan like their own father.

At this crucial moment for his promotion, is Meng Chuan going to transfer his savings?

Wouldn't that kill him?

If any of the other banks knew that Meng Chuan intended to transfer his deposits...

The bank managers from those other banks would probably kneel down in front of Meng Chuan's house.

Just as Zhang Jie was nervously about to ask Meng Chuan, "Who on our side is so blind as to dare to provoke you?"

Zhao Dazhu's maniacal laughter was transmitted to Zhang Jie's ears through Meng Chuan's phone.

"You? All your savings combined probably wouldn't even be enough for a single meal at this hot pot restaurant, right? Transferring savings? You're hilarious! Do you think you're the richest person in the world?"

After Zhao Dazhu learned that Meng Chuan was Wang Ling's classmate.

He simply didn't take Meng Chuan seriously at all.

Because the county town is neither too big nor too small.

Zhao Dazhu knew almost every prominent figure in the county.

He even knew exactly how many people lived in the homes of those important figures.

In Zhao Dazhu's eyes, since he didn't know Meng Chuan, Meng Chuan could absolutely not pose a threat to him.

Wang Ling also chuckled, her laughter dripping with sarcasm.

"Meng Chuan, stop embarrassing yourself here. Go back to your poor hut and stop getting in our way. People like you deserve to struggle at the bottom of society your whole lives!"

However, what they don't know is.

When Zhang Jie heard Zhao Dazhu's voice on the other end of the phone, his face turned as white as a sheet of paper.

It was as if all the blood had been drained.

It really was someone from their bank who offended Meng Chuan.

No wonder Meng Chuan wanted to transfer his deposits.

"Zhao Dazhu, is that you? You reckless bastard."

Zhang Jie roared angrily into the phone.

Meng Chuan had no choice but to take the phone away and put it on speakerphone.

"Zhao Dazhu, you damned fatso! What nonsense are you spouting? You're dead meat! You're at the hot pot restaurant, aren't you? You just wait."

At this moment, Zhang Jie wished he could tear Zhao Dazhu to pieces.

This fat, pig-headed bastard, of all people to mess with, he had to provoke Meng Chuan, this old Buddha.

Recently, Zhang Jie was busy sorting out the accounts and happened to discover some of Zhao Dazhu's shady dealings.

In fact, as a bank president, sometimes it's for competition, and sometimes it's for making the books look good.

Some gray-area transactions are unavoidable.

Zhang Jie also tacitly approved.

This can be considered an unspoken rule in the industry.

Unless it's particularly outstanding or involves a major scandal, it won't be removed.

Zhang Jie had recently been trying to cover up the truth for Zhao Dazhu in order to get a promotion.

However, the worst thing about some things is taking them too seriously.

Once you start taking it seriously, the truth will eventually come out.

Zhao Dazhu's laughter stopped abruptly when he heard Zhang Jie's angry curses.

He stood frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.

His body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably, shaking like a leaf.

His face was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead like a torrential downpour.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if he could see death approaching him step by step.

After Zhang Jie finished scolding Zhao Dazhu, he didn't care about him anymore.

He comforted Meng Chuan over the phone, saying:

"Brother Meng, please don't get agitated. I'll be there soon, and I'll make that bastard pay a heavy price!"

Zhang Jie hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

There are only a few hot pot restaurants in the county.

The only place with any class was the one where Meng Chuan worked.

Zhang Jie knew without even guessing where Meng Chuan and the others were.

Wang Ling, standing beside Zhao Dazhu, was still unaware of what was happening.

Seeing Zhao Dazhu's fearful expression, she immediately comforted him:

"Godfather, don't be afraid. He's just putting on an act, hiring someone to put on a show! What skills could a poor student like him have? He's just bluffing to scare us. Don't let him fool you!"

As she spoke, Wang Ling turned her fire on Meng Chuan:

"Meng Chuan, you might fool others with these tricks, but can you fool me? You don't even know how to restrain yourself from hiring someone to act, and you..."

However, before Wang Ling could finish speaking...

Zhao Dazhu, who had just felt a dizzying sensation, was jolted awake by Wang Ling's words.

He raised his hand and slapped Wang Ling across the face, the slap filled with boundless anger and regret:

"It's all your fault, you filthy bitch! You're such a jinx, you've ruined everything for me!"

Wang Ling was so shocked by the slap that she saw stars.

The rest of the conversation was abruptly interrupted by the slap.

She covered her face, staring at Zhao Dazhu in astonishment, unable to believe that he would suddenly make a move.

A clear handprint instantly appeared on her face, making her look extremely disheveled.

The noisy scene around them fell completely silent after that resounding slap.

All the guests turned to look at Wang Ling and Zhao Dazhu.

"Zhao Dazhu, why did you hit me? I already told you he was lying to you."

"Fuck you, you bitch, I'll beat you to death."

Zhao Dazhu was utterly despondent, and he unleashed all his anger on Wang Ling.

After being hit several times, Wang Ling became even more ruthless.

He started scratching Zhao Dazhu while cursing:

"Zhao Dazhu, you look fat and big, but I didn't expect you to be such a coward."

"You were so scared by just one phone call."

"Just now in the car you asked me to give you oral sex, calling me your sweetheart, and now you're hitting me."

Wang Ling is young after all.

Although Zhao Dazhu was obese, his body had been weakened by years of drinking and womanizing.

In no time at all, Wang Ling was riding on his back.

Moreover, his face was covered in bloody scratches.

You know, watching a spectacle is something that Chinese people love to do.

Although I don't know why they started fighting.

But just listening to their insults, you can tell that neither of them are good people.

Everyone was pointing and whispering, with no one trying to break up the fight.

The hot pot restaurant owner, however, was rather timid and quickly called the police.

About five minutes later, Zhang Jie and the police arrived at the hot pot restaurant one after the other in a flurry of activity.

The police pulled Zhao Dazhu and Wang Ling, who were still wrestling, to their feet.

"Zhao Dazhu, your time is up."

Zhang Jie pointed at Zhao Dazhu and roared, then said to the police officer next to him:

“Officers, you’ve come at the right time. I am Zhang Jie, the president of XX Bank. I am now formally reporting this to the police. This man, Zhao Dazhu, is the vice president of my bank. He has been abusing his power to engage in bribery. I have a lot of evidence. Please detain him first, and I will personally bring the evidence to the station to file a report later.”

The police were stunned.

I thought this was just a regular civil dispute.

I never expected it to escalate into a criminal case.

After Zhang Jie finished speaking, he hurriedly ran to Meng Chuan:

"Brother Meng, I'm so sorry to have startled you. I will definitely not let Zhao Dazhu get away with this; I will send him to jail. Please don't be angry!"

This is Zhang Jie's explanation to Meng Chuan.

"Hehe, Brother Zhang, thank you then."

Meng Chuan smiled, very satisfied with Zhang Jie's attitude.

Wang Ling watched as Zhang Jie bowed and scraped to Meng Chuan.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

This poor loser, whom she had discarded like trash, actually managed to make a bank manager so humble and subservient.

How could this be?

Even after being pulled into the police car, Wang Ling was still in shock.

Meng Chuan didn't even glance at her from beginning to end, and turned to leave with Liu Qian.