My father's inheritance is my mortal enemy.

Shu Lang landed in Northern Europe, shivering from the cold. Fortunately, Li Bo brought a thick down jacket when he came to pick him up. Li Bo explained the precautions in the car, and the former wine cellar manager compiled a management process document and handed it to Shu Lang.

Shu Lang inspected everything in the car, and after arriving at the wine cellar, Li Bo personally led a group of people down to take a look around.

When it was time to eat, Li Bo took Shu Lang out for a meal.

It was a restaurant serving Chinese cuisine, with a very private room. Li Bo had booked the table well in advance. The room was quite warm. After sitting down, Li Bo took off his coat and unbuttoned his suit jacket. When all the dishes were served, he didn't start eating immediately, waiting until the waiter left.

Li Bo cut to the chase: "What did Zhou Huiyuan give you?"

Shu Lang raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Li Bo elegantly straightened his shirt, his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses penetrating, as if he could see right through people. He said calmly, "You are a pawn that Zhou Huiyuan left by my side. If I don't keep my promise, you will immediately take over my job."

Shu Lang didn't speak, but Li Bo guessed it all, which surprised him.

Shu Lang believed that he had never given himself away.

Li Bo smiled and said, "It's not hard to guess. First, you came to Platinum Pro after graduation. I even tried to recruit you through a headhunting firm with generous offers, but you didn't leave. I don't think a recent college graduate would give up such a good opportunity. Second, your maturity far surpasses that of your peers; in other words, you're like a second me. Third, the appearance of Fei Ye completely confirmed my suspicions about your identity."

Now that things had come to this point, Shu Lang saw no need to hide anything: "What does President Bo want to say?"

"Back in Beijing, I deliberately made Zhou Yanshao have a natural hostility towards you, either out of fear or to prevent you from following in my footsteps."

Zhou Yanshao was a very passionate person, and people like him and Shu Lang, who grew up in the shadows, were most easily attracted to him. Li Bo didn't want Zhou Yanshao to like men. Wan Tongzhi had been very good to him, and he shouldn't, and had the least right to, let the Zhou family line die out.

Shu Lang and Li Bo look so alike.

Shu Lang stayed behind, and Zhou Yanshao would always think of him through Shu Lang, which was too torturous and painful.

Therefore, Li Bo deliberately made Zhou Yanshao jealous, so that Zhou Yanshao would instinctively dislike Shu Lang and not develop any interest or feelings for Shu Lang.

Li Bo stared at the hickeys on Shu Lang's neck: "Now it seems I was overthinking it."

Li Bo took a sip of Longjing tea. "Actually, I don't mean anything by telling you this today. I just want to ask you, in my own name, to buy a cake for Zhou Yanshao every July 8th from now on, without having to sign it."

"it is good."

Shu Lang had clearly agreed to Li Bo's request. He knew Li Bo's fate better than anyone, and he knew his own fate as well. The two ate in silence. When they finished and got up, Shu Lang, unusually, asked, "President Bo, what request did Zhou Huiyuan agree to?"

Shu Lang couldn't understand what Li Bo was trying to preserve that made him willing to go to such lengths for the Zhou family and Zhou Yanshao.

Li Bo smiled and said, "It's nothing."

Li Bo stole things when he was a child. Although there were reasons for it, he was not a person of high moral character at heart. No deal could bind Li Bo unless he wanted to stay.

Shu Lang glanced back and saw that Li Bo had barely eaten anything today, much less than when he was at Platinum.

Shu Lang said with concern, "President Bo, your health is the most important thing."

Li Bo patted Shu Lang on the shoulder.

After returning home that evening, Li Bo asked the person in charge to recommend two reliable private photographers. He gave them the admission tickets and instructed them to send the photos to an email address after taking the pictures.

……

Recently, Li Bo has been working in Zhihuai during the day and resting at a nearby hotel at night, working very late every day.

The Nordic Winter Olympics are about to begin, and Nordic combined has been scheduled for the third day.

On the first day of the Olympics, Li Bo was so busy that he didn't have time to eat. He fell asleep while watching a replay of the opening ceremony that night.

The next day, after waking up, he watched it again. The progress bar stopped at the scene of the athletes entering the stadium. Li Bo carefully flipped through the screen, staring intently at the screen until his eyes ached, and finally found the scene of Zhou Yanshao.

In the picture, Zhou Yanshao is wearing a red and white tracksuit, and his silver hair is very eye-catching.

Li Bo spotted Zhou Yanshao at a glance.

Li Bo took a screenshot, printed it out in color, and put it under his pillow, finally getting a good night's sleep.

Zhou Yanshao is better than sleeping pills.

The next night, Li Bo got off work very late, not leaving the Nordic Department Store in Zhihuai until the early hours of the morning. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses when he got into the car and fell asleep in the back seat.

When he opened his eyes again, they were blindfolded, and he was roughly dragged and thrown into a storage warehouse filled with the smell of rust. Someone searched his pockets and took his cell phone.

"Bang!"

Hearing the sound of his phone shattering, Li Bo frowned slightly, his bound hands clenching into fists.

The phone I used to be afraid of losing my chat history and couldn't bear to replace was smashed to pieces.

Li Bo felt a little sorry for him.

That was a cell phone that Zhou Yanshao had given him a long time ago.

After graduating from high school, Li Bo found a job, but unexpectedly developed a high fever. No one could contact him because he didn't have a cell phone.

Zhou Yanshao found him when he was dehydrated from a high fever, took him to the hospital, bought him a cell phone, and warned Li Bo, "This cell phone is a gift from me. You'd better reply to messages promptly in the future, and don't add random people."

"Hmm." Li Bo treated this phone like a precious treasure.

Now, the cell phone that we once treasured is gone.

The chat history is gone too.

It was very cold in the warehouse. Li Bo wasn't wearing much, but he didn't feel the cold. His tightly clenched hands trembled, and his nails dug into his skin.

Li Bo remained silent throughout. More than ten minutes passed. Under the black cloth, anyone would be swallowed up by endless fear and the unknown, but Li Bo showed no fear, only an unseen anger.

Li Bo remained remarkably calm. He didn't shout, didn't question, and his face showed no extra expression. He simply waited for the leader to reveal his thoughts and purpose.

Half an hour later, the sound of an SUV was heard at the door, followed by footsteps.

There seem to be quite a few people.

The subordinate said, "I only had a cell phone on me, and I handled it all."

"Okay, everyone, you can go now."

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, who sounded to be around forty or fifty years old. Li Bo wasn't familiar with the voice, but based on the age and tone, he quickly identified the person.

Li Bo smiled and asked, "Uncle Xiang, what does that mean?"

With all his subordinates gone, and now that his identity had been guessed, Uncle Xiang no longer needed to hide it. He removed the black cloth covering Li Bo's eyes and looked down at Li Bo with disdain.

"You're smarter than I thought, but not by much. At least one smart person wouldn't trust the people of the Nordic region so much."

"Yes, who would have thought that Uncle Xiang, who owns only a small number of shares, would have such a trusted confidant in the Nordic region?"

Li Bo's words made Uncle Xiang very unhappy. Uncle Xiang stepped on Li Bo's hand, and the leather snow boots kept grinding against the back of Li Bo's hand, which quickly broke and bled.

Uncle Xiang sneered, "Still not smart enough at a time like this?"

Li Bo's face twisted slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "So, what is Uncle Xiang's purpose?"

Give me the shares you hold.