Chapter 939: Arrogant and Domineering Deng Tianwen

Hearing Deng Tianwen constantly call him ‘Old Dog Zhao’.

No matter how good Zhao Lianghe’s temper was, he couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Hmph! Stop pretending, Deng Tianwen. I refuse to believe you can just pull money out of thin air.”

Zhao Lianghe snorted coldly and slowly took out a cigarette, preparing to light it.

“Snap.”

Just as he took out his lighter, the cigarette in his mouth was slapped away by Deng Tianwen.

“Sorry, I’ve had a bad lung since I was young. I can’t stand secondhand smoke.”

Deng Tianwen smiled harmlessly as he spoke.

“You…” Zhao Lianghe was furious, his face twitching several times, “Alright, alright. Just your deathbed stubbornness, I won’t stoop to your level.”

“Xiao Lin, I asked you to read the text, why haven’t you done it yet?”

Deng Tianwen looked at the secretary and said.

The secretary, holding Deng Tianwen’s phone, had been so shocked by the content of the message that she froze. When she heard his words, she stammered as she read: ‘Your card ending in 9294 received 1,000,000,000 yuan at 11:53 AM on April 15th. Your balance is now 1,000,500,000 yuan. [Industrial and Commercial Bank of China]’.

Zhao Lianghe’s expression instantly froze: “Impossible! Where did you get the money!?”

He already knew that Deng Tianwen was nearly broke, otherwise, he wouldn’t have personally come today.

Now, with such a large sum of money suddenly appearing in Deng Tianwen’s account, how could he accept this?

“Xiao Lin, could you count how many zeros there are in my bank account so this old dog can hear?”

Seeing Zhao Lianghe’s shocked expression, all the frustration Deng Tianwen had built up over the past few days instantly disappeared, replaced by a chilling sense of satisfaction.

“F…Five hundred billion.”

The secretary glanced at Deng Tianwen, stuttering as she uttered the number.

“That’s impossible! Deng! You’re bluffing! All your assets were tied up, where did you get five hundred billion!?”

Zhao Lianghe stared intently at Deng Tianwen, as if trying to find some flaw in his expression.

Deng Tianwen sighed, rolled his eyes, and reached out to pinch Zhao Lianghe’s face: “Old Dog Zhao… No, Uncle Zhao, even street thugs these days can still find a couple of friends to take the blame for them. I guess it proves I, Deng Tianwen, still have some character, enough that people are willing to lend me a few hundred billion.”

“Snap!”

Zhao Lianghe angrily slapped Deng Tianwen’s hand away, glaring at him coldly, feeling utterly humiliated.

Deng Tianwen didn’t get angry. He shook his hand, chuckled, and looked seriously at Zhao Lianghe: “Uncle Zhao, look at you, you’re getting up there in age, still competing with a young guy like me. Why not retire early and spend some time on self-care instead?”

“Just now when I pinched your face, your skin was so loose! It’s almost as bad as the Shar Pei I have at home.”

As he said this, it was as though something suddenly dawned on Deng Tianwen. He turned to his secretary and asked: “Xiao Lin, you’ve seen the Shar Pei at my house, right? Doesn’t Uncle Zhao’s skin resemble it?”

The secretary looked at Zhao Lianghe, gathering her courage and said: “Mr. Zhao’s skin is even looser than the boss’s Shar Pei.”

“Hahaha…” Deng Tianwen burst into laughter, looking at Zhao Lianghe: “Uncle Zhao, did you hear that? Xiao Lin’s an honest person. You wouldn’t hold a grudge because she’s telling the truth, would you?”

Seeing the two of them putting on this show, Zhao Lianghe’s face alternated between green and pale, his lungs about to explode from anger. He gritted his teeth as he glared at Deng Tianwen: “Deng, don’t celebrate too soon! Xu Shaochen may have lent you five hundred billion, but I doubt he’ll give you five trillion next time!”

He had figured it out. Other than Xu Shaochen, no one else had the means to lend Deng Tianwen five hundred billion in such a short time.

The smile on Deng Tianwen’s face gradually faded. He looked at Zhao Lianghe and said in a deep voice, “Uncle Zhao, this might disappoint you, but I’ve always been fond of flaunting wealth, and I like to hold on to whatever little bit I can get.”

“If you want to play, I’ll play with you. Whether Xu Shaochen will give me another five trillion, I don’t know.”

“But I do know one thing. If I can’t crush you into the dirt with this five hundred billion, I might as well go call him my second grandpa.”

“So let’s wait and see.”

Zhao Lianghe coldly left a parting remark and turned to leave.

After all, the situation had now changed, and he needed to go back immediately to reorganize his plans.

“Wait, I’m not done talking. Why so eager to leave? Scared of me?”

Deng Tianwen said lazily.

Zhao Lianghe sneered with disdain, turning around and giving Deng Tianwen a condescending look: “Afraid of you? Me?”

“Kid, you’re not even worth wasting my time on. I don’t care to listen to the rest of your nonsense.”

“Well, you’ll listen anyway today.” After finishing his sentence, Deng Tianwen made a phone call: “Inform security, if Zhao Lianghe leaves the building unscathed today, whoever let him go will be fired.”

After making the call, Deng Tianwen casually tossed the phone aside, smiling as he looked at Zhao Lianghe: “Uncle Zhao, now do you have time for my thoughts?”

“You see, you’re getting old, and there’s a generation gap between us. Didn’t you know? Leaving before someone finishes showing off is considered very rude.”

“So just sit back and watch me show off. No need to speak. Just watch quietly.”

Zhao Lianghe’s face turned ashen with rage, never expecting Deng Tianwen to act like such a shameless thug.

“Uncle Zhao, having you personally deal with a young junior like me—what, are your two sons useless? That’s great, though. If they’re incompetent, when you kick the bucket, I’ll easily wipe out the entire Zhao family.”

“DENG TIANWEN!!!”

Zhao Lianghe could no longer contain his fury, roaring as he glared at Deng Tianwen.

Because every word Deng Tianwen said seemed to stab right at his sore spots.

Why was he so eager to suppress the Deng family? Wasn’t it because he knew his two sons couldn’t match up to Deng Tianwen? When he died, his sons would probably turn on each other. How could they possibly fend off the Deng family’s relentless pressure?

So, he had to crush the Deng family while he was still alive and in control of the Zhao family.

“Oh no, Uncle Zhao, take it easy. Don’t overdo it, or you’ll literally die from anger. If you die in my office, I couldn’t explain it even if I had a hundred mouths.”

Deng Tianwen smiled cheekily at Zhao Lianghe, leaning against his desk, holding a cup of chilled leftover tea, putting on airs as if he were sipping fine wine.

Though the tea was bitter, he couldn’t spit it out. He had to make it look like he was enjoying it.

Otherwise, the image of grandeur he had just built up would instantly crumble.

Even showing off has its price.