Gold Digger, but Forced to Marry the Big Boss Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The six million that Wang Zhi had been dreaming about was finally in his hands, but he couldn't feel happy at all. What did Gao Bochong mean by his last words?! What did he mean by asking when they first met?

Wang Zhi asked himself, with someone as outstanding as Gao Bochong, he would definitely not forget if they had met even once. Unless… Unless he unknowingly slept with him! That's even scarier!

Wang Zhi turned over and accidentally kicked a small teddy bear off the bed. Too lazy to get up, he stretched his upper body out of the bed like a paralyzed person and pulled the bear back. The teddy bear was soft in his arms, its innocent black beady eyes looking at Wang Zhi. Holding the bear, Wang Zhi replayed the events in his mind once more.

More than half a year ago, he had refused the unspoken rules of a wealthy investor in the industry, which left him in a bad state, unable to get any scripts. Then, a producer he had worked with before suddenly called him, saying there was a new film in the works and asked if he was interested in having a meal to discuss it.

With no films to shoot, there was no money to earn. Wang Zhi didn't think much at the time and went to the hotel suite, only to find that the investor he had offended was also there. He wanted to leave immediately, but the producer stopped him, advising him to resolve the conflict rather than escalate it, suggesting he just have a drink. Wang Zhi didn't really want to let it go, as that big shot had sexually harassed him more than once or twice, but out of respect for the producer, he stayed and had a couple of drinks.

Those two drinks caused trouble. Wang Zhi considered himself to have a decent alcohol tolerance, so he dared to drink boldly, not expecting that the drinks were mixed with foreign liquor and white wine, which had a particularly strong aftereffect. Later, Wang Zhi thought carefully and realized that he got drunk so quickly probably because the drinks were spiked.

Anyway, after two drinks, Wang Zhi was not in good shape, feeling weak and light all over, and hot, so hot that he couldn't help but want to take off his clothes. The people in the suite gradually left, leaving only Wang Zhi and that fat investor. Seeing Wang Zhi's drunken and dazed look, the investor smirked and said, "Pretending to be pure and noble, but still ended up in my hands."

—Thanks to the investor's evil smile, Wang Zhi vomited right away. The investor was furious but didn't want to let the duck that was almost in his mouth fly away, so he got up and called someone to clean up.

He remembered now. Wang Zhi rubbed his forehead. He took advantage of that time to escape, squeezed into the elevator, and pressed every floor, afraid that the investor's men would know which floor he went to. Which floor did the elevator stop at last? He had no impression… He only remembered the door opening, and he fell into a strong embrace, with arms firm and a faint cold cologne scent. Until he entered him, that cold aura turned fiery…

Wang Zhi suddenly sat up. That hotel! It has surveillance cameras! Right, he could go to the hotel to check the surveillance footage to find out which floor he went to, which room he entered, and then trace back to find out the name of that pile driver.

Wang Zhi was a man of action. He immediately flipped through his WeChat list and found the producer from before. Luckily, he hadn't deleted the contact. Wang Zhi first browsed the producer's Moments and was pleasantly surprised to find that the producer had gone bankrupt recently. Wow, karma works so efficiently?

Wang Zhi thought for a moment and casually changed his profile picture to a photo of himself with Gao Fengming before sending a message.

He Zhi: "Mr. Zhao, are you there?"

The producer, who used to indulge in a life of luxury every day, could only stay at home after going bankrupt. He originally didn't want to pay attention to Wang Zhi, but seeing Wang Zhi's profile picture, he felt that the person in the photo with Wang Zhi looked familiar, as if he was some rich second generation, so he replied listlessly.

[Producer Zhao]: "Xiao Wang, it's so late, what's up?"

He Zhi: "Mr. Zhao, I just wanted to ask, what was the name of the hotel you took me to before?"

The producer was silent for a moment: "Why are you asking this?"

Wang Zhi smiled and typed another line.

Afraid that the producer wouldn't know who he was talking about, he typed out Gao Fengming's full name. How considerate of him.

The other side went quiet, with only the "typing" indicator occasionally popping up, like the cold sweat on the producer's forehead, dripping down.

Hmph, scared now, aren't you? He's not the little nobody he used to be. Now he has the Gao family backing him!

Wang Zhi curled his lips, feeling very pleased with himself. Sure enough, five minutes later, the producer sent a message.

[Producer Zhao]: "Congratulations, I didn't expect you to get engaged to Young Master Gao."

Below was a hotel location.

[Producer Zhao]: "Xiao Wang, about what happened before, I owe you an apology…"

The other side was typing again. Wang Zhi couldn't be bothered to look and directly deleted the contact. Although they say not to bully the young for being poor, not to bully the middle-aged for being poor, and not to bully the old for being poor, the words of such a pimp are no different from farts. If he hadn't been engaged to Gao Fengming, this old pimp would definitely continue to make things difficult for him, even if he went bankrupt.

Wang Zhi felt refreshed after standing up for himself, but he was also a bit hesitant. If it turned out that the pile driver was really Gao Bochong, he might have to give up the Gao family as his backing. Boohoo, if he leaves Gao Fengming, where would he find someone so foolish to rely on?

Wang Zhi searched online for the hotel, only to find that it had been acquired by someone over four months ago and was no longer open to the public. A global chain hotel, just acquired like that? The timing was just right, about four months ago, considering the acquisition time, it must have started half a year ago.

Wang Zhi silently hugged the teddy bear tighter. The bear didn't know what he was thinking and remained quiet. Wang Zhi asked in a small voice, "Is Gao Bochong really that rich?" The answer was affirmative. Gao Bochong was indeed that rich. If he wanted, he could monopolize all the hotels in the world.

Wang Zhi fell back onto the bed heavily, feeling a headache. He suddenly didn't want to investigate further. He was just a third-tier actor in the entertainment industry, wanting to find a rich backer. Why did it have to be so complicated? Even if Gao Bochong was capital, he hadn't touched his cake—except for the six million meeting gift.

Thinking of the six million, Wang Zhi felt a bit better. Since this path was blocked, he decided to try another way and sent a message to Gao Fengming.

He Zhi: "Brother, are you asleep? [Cat peeking.gif]"

Qie Ting Fengming: "Not yet, working overtime."

…Doing what? Wang Zhi was a bit puzzled but didn't really want to care about Gao Fengming, so he didn't ask further.

He Zhi: "Haha, so hardworking!"

He Zhi: "Brother, can you give me Big Brother's WeChat?"

Qie Ting Fengming: "Why do you want it?"

Gao Fengming didn't think of anything else, just felt that Wang Zhi was quite bold to actively add Gao Bochong on WeChat.

He Zhi: "Big Brother gave me a meeting gift last time >< It's so expensive, I want to add him as a friend to thank him."

So that's what it was for. Although six million as a meeting gift was a bit expensive, there was no need to be so cautious. After all, coming from a small family, only someone like himself who didn't care about class and family background could be so accommodating.

Gao Fengming smiled slightly, feeling that he was indeed too considerate.

Qie Ting Fengming: "Only you think it's expensive. For Big Brother, it's nothing."

…What a show-off! Aren't you working overtime yourself? Wang Zhi rolled his eyes.

He Zhi: "I lack experience [Cat crying.gif]"

He Zhi: "After all, it's the first time I've received such an expensive gift."

If you have the ability, give him something even more expensive! Unfortunately, Gao Fengming didn't have that ability, so he sent over Gao Bochong's WeChat and added a note: "Big Brother is busy with work, don't bother him too much."

Wang Zhi got what he wanted and was ruthless in not chatting further: "Okay. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight, brother ^^"

But after getting the WeChat, Wang Zhi didn't dare to add him right away. He wanted to sneak a peek at Gao Bochong's Moments, only to find that he couldn't view them without being friends. Wang Zhi closed it regretfully, stared at Gao Bochong's profile picture for a while, and accidentally fell asleep, the phone hitting his face and waking him up in pain.

Wang Zhi: …Feels like Gao Bochong is really jinxing him. Wang Zhi switched to the web, searched for Gao Bochong, found his birth date on the encyclopedia, copied it to an AI software, and asked the AI to calculate if he and Gao Bochong were incompatible. The AI calculated that they were a match made in heaven, which shocked Wang Zhi. He then calculated his compatibility with Gao Fengming, and this time it was quite accurate, saying that he and Gao Fengming were destined but not fated.

Destined but not fated, does that mean he and Gao Fengming would divorce after marriage? Gao Fengming, being someone who loves face, probably wouldn't be stingy when dividing assets, right? By then, he'd have money, a house, and no husband, wouldn't he be able to live a young master's life every day?

With beautiful fantasies about the future, Wang Zhi finally stopped hesitating and pressed the send button for the friend request. It was a bit late, so Wang Zhi guessed that Gao Bochong wouldn't accept it immediately and lay down to sleep peacefully. The next day, when he woke up, he eagerly checked his phone, only to find that Gao Bochong still hadn't accepted.

Wang Zhi checked the time; it was already 10:30 in the morning. Wasn't Gao Bochong busy with work? He couldn't possibly be sleeping in later than him! Seeing the friend request but not accepting it… Wang Zhi was a bit angry: "How can someone be so rude!"

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San Francisco Bay Area, Atherton. As one of the most expensive residential areas in California, Atherton's land is worth its weight in gold, with lush greenery covering the ground. From a bird's-eye view, the entire town is shrouded in dense foliage, like a green gem on the earth. The luxurious estate in the center, purchased and renovated in 2018, had been vacant for a long time until tonight, when it finally shone with its deserved brilliance.

Luxury cars drove into the estate one after another, and helicopters landed orderly on the helipad, the swirling wind blowing the lush green grass, making every inch of land appear reserved and expensive. Countless men and women in elegant attire entered arm in arm, with well-dressed waiters weaving through, offering the most attentive service. There were so many guests that this nearly two-acre mansion was bustling with rare excitement.

In the luxurious cigar room on the second basement level, only four people were seated in the spacious space. Among the two guests, one was blond with blue eyes, showing clear Germanic features, and the other was a black-haired, black-eyed Chinese, speaking Chinese with a slight accent: "Thank you, Mr. Gao, for the invitation. It's my first time in Atherton."

Beside the host, Ning Quanwu laughed heartily: "Mr. Sun, you're being modest. Who doesn't know that you two are the hottest new stars in Silicon Valley right now? Just selling a few stocks, and you could live here."

Sun Wangdong was about to speak when Bernhard interjected: "At the start-up stage, spending such a large sum on living isn't very cost-effective."

Hearing this, Sun Wangdong didn't continue, and Ning Quanwu exchanged a subtle look with him, then warmly said, "Mr. Miller is right. Come, try the cigars."

Bernhard said, "I only smoke Cohiba."

Having been a lawyer for so long, Ning Quanwu had seen all sorts of people and didn't show any emotion hearing such pretentious words. He personally unwrapped and handed it over: "Rest assured, Mr. Miller, we prepared this box of Cohiba just for you."

Bernhard was satisfied, waiting for Ning Quanwu to cut the cigar for him, and then began to enjoy it, asking Gao Bochong, "I heard that Mr. Gao's ancestors were also from a family of officials, so you must understand that a man of taste only enjoys the best."

At the head of the table, Gao Bochong said calmly, "I have a strong caution against things that might become addictive."

Bernhard was a bit disappointed: "Sometimes I wonder if you Chinese people never know how to enjoy life."

Gao Bochong smiled slightly: "We just extend our enjoyment over a longer period, not just focusing on the present."

Bernhard didn't dare to be presumptuous with Gao Bochong, even if he didn't agree, he didn't say much more. But he made a judgment in his heart—he really couldn't get along with these Asians, and this cooperation seemed destined to end without a result. After all, as a standard German, his first choice of partner, even if not a fellow German, should at least be a Brit or an American.

Bernhard smoked two cigars, reluctantly got up, and seeing that Sun Wangdong hadn't moved, he was a bit puzzled. But Ning Quanwu had already warmly offered to personally escort him to the outside world of indulgence. Bernhard, being new money, born under capitalism but not yet having indulged, eagerly went out to be corrupted.

After sending him off, Ning Quanwu returned, first turning up the ventilation system, then plopping down and loosening his tie: "Damn, that foreigner can really smoke."

Sun Wangdong chuckled: "He's already considered an ascetic among foreigners."

Ning Quanwu said, "True, if he weren't, it wouldn't be this. I say, Wangdong, you really should come back. Not to mention anything else, just this foreigner making you smoke secondhand smoke every day, it's really low quality!"

Sun Wangdong pondered for a long time, as if making a decision: "Mr. Gao, Mr. Ning, let's not beat around the bush. Do the conditions you offered me before still stand?"

Sun Wangdong studied computer science at Stanford University, always delving into the field of artificial intelligence. After graduation, he caught the wave and co-founded a company with Bernhard Miller, establishing himself in Silicon Valley. But Sun Wangdong gradually felt that Miller wanted to kick him out of the game.

Ning Quanwu laughed, and Gao Bochong also smiled: "Mr. Sun, my promise always stands. The best legal team to help you break free, a top-notch R&D team already in place. The Gao family only invests, not interfering in company operations. If you want, you can be the sole dictator."

Gao Bochong was always stern, but when he wanted to, he could make listeners feel like they were basking in the spring breeze, unconsciously following his train of thought to conclusions. Even though Sun Wangdong had already made up his mind, hearing Gao Bochong's promise still stirred his emotions: "I've seen your 'Tianwen,' it's beautiful but still immature. Mr. Gao, I'm confident I can train it to be the best."

Tianwen was an AI model led by Gao Bochong, and even when the field was still a blue ocean, he decisively invested heavily in its development. Now, when everyone knows it's a goldmine, Tianwen has already successfully entered the market with quite a good response. But a perfectionist like Gao Bochong was still dissatisfied, making a big move to recruit talent in Silicon Valley. Now that he got what he wanted, Ning Quanwu poured champagne, and the three clinked glasses, just waiting to officially sign the contract.

For this moment, Gao Bochong invited everyone with a name in the Bay Area, just to show his emphasis on this project. After settling Sun Wangdong, Gao Bochong still had to entertain the remaining guests. When the banquet finally ended, the distant sky was already showing a faint light.

Yawning, Ning Quanwu, his tie long gone, looked slovenly and asked Gao Bochong, "Do you really think so highly of that Sun Wangdong?"

Gao Bochong remained composed, not a hair out of place, as if he had just walked out of a meeting room, except for the faint smell of alcohol: "He's talented."

Ning Quanwu scoffed: "Even if he's talented, is he worth all this fuss?"

"If he and Bernhard part ways, on his own, he'd be lucky to take half the company's resources." Gao Bochong smiled slightly, his teeth gleaming coldly, suddenly exuding a bandit-like aura, "But I want it all."

Ning Quanwu gasped. Even though he knew Gao Bochong was greedy, he didn't expect him to leave Bernhard with no way out, helping Sun Wangdong to strip away all the company's resources. And these resources would ultimately fall under the Gao family's investment in Tianwen.

Ning Quanwu lamented, "If I had known Bernhard was of no use, I wouldn't have opened a whole box of Cohiba!"

That was his private collection! Ning Quanwu was exhausted, seeing Gao Bochong heading towards the gym: "Where are you going?"

Gao Bochong waved: "Morning exercise."

? Ning Quanwu was speechless. The gap between people is so big. No wonder the theory of the elite is popular abroad, claiming that one percent of the world's population is born leaders, with physical and intellectual abilities far beyond ordinary people, destined to lead the remaining ninety-nine percent. This theory is too biased, but it fits Gao Bochong perfectly. Ning Quanwu suspected that even if the earth were destroyed, Gao Bochong could find another planet to continue his reign.