Chapter 313 — This Is a Small Matter
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Seeing the information Xie Guangbo had sent him, a strange smile crept across Wei Zhao's face. Blue Town? Blue Castle? The names felt so familiar... According to his assassin master, the man had once wiped out a worthless family—though whether they had lived in Blue Castle, Wei Zhao could not quite recall...
Wei Zhao called Uncle Qing and asked him to book a plane ticket for tomorrow evening. There and back, it shouldn't take more than two days—it ought not to affect his going to the Kang family's birthday banquet that weekend.
Wei Zhao found it remarkable. The Liu family worked fast, didn't they? Money ready first thing in the morning? Little did he know that Old Master Liu Zhenhu was the pillar of the Liu family; whatever the cost, the old man had to be preserved.
"Grandpa Guan, I understand. I'll head over in a bit," Wei Zhao said. "Let them wait."
Guan Xuewen agreed with a smile, hung up, and relayed Wei Zhao's meaning to Liu Tianyi. Yet Liu Tianyi was not the least bit angry. That was how the truly capable were—what did waiting a while matter to him?
Had Wei Zhao come rushing over the moment he heard the money was ready, Liu Tianyi might even have suspected him of being a swindler. As it was, Wei Zhao's indifferent attitude struck Liu Tianyi as perfectly normal.
A hundred million—had it been any other ordinary youth, he might have been at a loss. What a colossal sum! But Wei Zhao had named a hundred million as though it were nothing at all. So much the more did Liu Tianyi feel that Wei Zhao was confident of curing his old man's illness, and that was why he dared to ask such a price.
Liu Tianyi had Wu Huiru prepare to wake the old master and get him up, while on the other side he contacted his subordinates to have the transfer ready as quickly as possible. If Wei Zhao arrived and the transfer was not yet prepared, and Wei Zhao turned and left in a rage—that would be no laughing matter.
Wei Zhao put down his phone and got up to make breakfast in the kitchen. He ate every morning anyway, so he always brought a portion for Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu as well. Come to think of it, those two girls were rather pitiable: both their parents were busy with work elsewhere and there was no one to look after them day to day. In their final year of high school, they studied until late every night and were badly short on sleep. What kind of life was that for rich young ladies?
They were clever, to be sure, but on the single-plank bridge of the college entrance exam there was no shortage of clever people; in the end it came down to who had prepared and revised most thoroughly. Cleverness alone would not produce a good score.
This was what Wei Zhao admired about them. Even if they skipped the exam entirely, a man of Gu Pengzhan's means could easily have found them a fine university, yet the two of them meant to earn a good result through their own efforts, a world apart from a freeloading parasite like Zhong Yongliang.
So Wei Zhao, doing a capable man's extra share, did not mind seeing to breakfast for the two girls...