A Gift for You

Ma Heng no longer looked at Xu Cun, who was slumped on the ground, his face completely drained of color.

Instead, he walked up to Zhuang Xin and smiled. "Young Master Zhuang."

"You are...?"

Zhuang Xin did not recognize Ma Heng.

"Haha! Young Master Zhuang definitely doesn't know me, but Old Master Qu and I are old acquaintances. When he heard you were coming this time, he made a point of mentioning you to me."

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Zhuang Xin held out his hand and shook Ma Heng's.

Ma Heng glanced at the sports car nearby. "If Young Master Zhuang likes it, how about taking it for another spin?"

"Another spin? Wasn't this car borrowed by you? If I drive it away, I'm afraid it'll cause you trouble. Forget it. I can find someone to get me one later." Zhuang Xin shook his head.

"Hey, what are you saying? Even if it was borrowed, it was borrowed from my own subsidiary. In the end, it's all my property anyway. You can drive it away whenever you want."

Ma Heng took off the keys and stuffed them into Zhuang Xin's hand.

Looking at the keys in his hand, Zhuang Xin said nothing more. He stroked the Koenigsegg worth forty-seven million and smiled. "Then thank you, Boss Ma."

"What's there to thank me for? Young Master Zhuang is Old Master Qu's friend, which makes you my friend, Ma Heng's friend too. It's only a car." Ma Heng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Do you have time, Young Master Zhuang? How about coming upstairs for some tea?"

"Since Boss Ma is kindly inviting me, I'd be happy to."

As they spoke, the two headed upstairs.

As for Zhao Guangwei...

Before leaving, Ma Heng beckoned to someone nearby. The man in the black suit stepped forward, and after Ma Heng gave him a few instructions, he immediately nodded solemnly.

He then called over several people, who grabbed Zhao Guangwei and Xu Cun, hauled them up, and carried them outside.

"What are you doing? I'm one of your regular customers no matter what! Is this how you treat me? Let go of me!" Zhao Guangwei glared and roared.

Wen Yaohe swallowed, wanting to go to Zhuang Xin but not daring to approach him.

When Zhao Guangwei had dragged her over earlier, she did not believe Zhuang Xin had failed to see it.

If Zhuang Xin decided to ask about it, all her shameful affairs would be exposed.

Shrinking back, Wen Yaohe hurried out of the auto show.

Xu Cun, meanwhile, looked utterly hopeless. He had been removed from his position, and his accounts were going to be thoroughly investigated...

To him, that meant not only would he have to cough up every bit of money he had pocketed, principal and interest included, but a lawsuit—and perhaps even prison—awaited him.

Even if he somehow escaped disaster, this stain would never be erased for the rest of his life.

No one would dare hire him again. His life was over...

"Young Master Zhuang, this way..." Ma Heng did not even spare the two men a glance. Instead, he walked upstairs beside Zhuang Xin and invited him into the general manager's office.

Soon, a female secretary in a black business suit cast Zhuang Xin a flirtatious look and said seductively, "Young Master Zhuang, what tea would you like?"

"Mm, anything is fine." Zhuang Xin dropped onto the sofa. He had to admit, it was incredibly soft and comfortable.

"Bring out the best. Since Young Master Zhuang has come, take out that tea cake I had someone bring back last time."

"Got it."

The secretary swayed her shapely hips as she left. Ma Heng sat beside Zhuang Xin with a cheerful smile and asked, "Young Master Zhuang, I heard... Old Master Qu previously transferred a plot of land and a stretch of sea connected to the beach to you?"

"Oh? He told you?" Zhuang Xin looked thoughtful.

"Old Master Qu mentioned it in passing, and I remembered it. I don't mean anything by it. I just wanted to remind you, Young Master Zhuang, that the land itself is easy enough to handle. With your elder brother Zhu Zuo holding the fort, no one would dare make things difficult for you. But that stretch of sea was supposedly acquired from a nouveau riche. That man used some unsavory methods to build his fortune, so I thought I should give you a warning."

"Oh?"

"Didn't Old Master Qu tell you? That nouveau riche is called Long Jun. He's rather well-known around here. He has recruited quite a few underground boxing fighters as bodyguards, and those people don't know how to hold back. If trouble starts and you don't have anyone under you, it could be hard to deal with. I happen to have quite a few bodyguards myself, though. If Young Master Zhuang is willing, you can call me anytime."

Ma Heng took out a business card and handed it to Zhuang Xin.

Zhuang Xin gave Ma Heng a deep look. "I understand Boss Ma's kindness. But since Boss Ma is being so loyal, if there is anything you need in the future, I, Zhuang Xin, will help however I can."

"Young Master Zhuang, you flatter me. What trouble could I possibly have? In Juncheng, the people who can make things difficult for me can be counted on one hand. Besides, I, Ma Heng, keep a low profile and don't easily offend people."

Ma Heng waved his hand with a smile.

The secretary returned as well and poured them each a cup of tea.

Even though Zhuang Xin knew nothing about tea, the fragrance alone was enough to leave him slightly intoxicated.

Sure enough, the lives of rich people were just this plain and unpretentious.

Picking up the teacup, Zhuang Xin drained it in one gulp and nodded in satisfaction.

The secretary, on the other hand, felt a pang in her heart.

That single mouthful had cost several thousand. Boss Ma was normally reluctant to serve this tea to anyone, and the fact that he had brought it out today was enough to show that this young man's status was probably even more frightening than Ma Heng's.

"Young Master Zhuang, let me pour you another cup." The secretary flashed a charming smile. As she poured his tea, she deliberately sat beside him.

Ma Heng chuckled, leaned over, and whispered in Zhuang Xin's ear, "If Young Master Zhuang is willing, shall I have this little vixen accompany you for a ride around town?"

"Uh... That won't be necessary." Zhuang Xin's face flushed slightly as he quickly stood up.

The secretary looked at Zhuang Xin in surprise. Could this Young Master Zhuang still be a virgin?

Among the rich people she knew, whether bosses or young masters, not a single one was innocent.

This one... was truly a rare sight.

Ma Heng had seen countless people and immediately recognized that Zhuang Xin was a novice. He gave a sly grin and said, "If Young Master Zhuang doesn't like her, I'll find you someone else later. I'll definitely get you a top-quality woman."

"N-No need." Terrified, Zhuang Xin shoved the door open and fled. After going downstairs, he got into the Koenigsegg and drove away.

Ma Heng walked out of the office and stood in the corridor, watching Zhuang Xin leave. He shook his head. "I really can't understand this Young Master Zhuang. His words and behavior are completely different from those of so many other young masters."

The secretary leaned against Ma Heng's shoulder and breathed softly, "Exactly. If it were any other young master with a high status, who would speak to us like that? There wasn't the slightest arrogance in his eyes. If only..." Seeming to think of something, a faint blush appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Are you in heat, you little vixen? Even if Young Master Zhuang took a liking to you, you still wouldn't be able to cross the threshold of his family! A person like him is far beyond your reach."

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