Peng Dahai's Grudge

The two barbecue masters were bewildered until they left, because all the meat they brought was eaten by Zhang Hao. Although he went to the toilet three times, he still cleared out over 200 jin of various meats! Over 200 jin, heavier than Zhang Hao himself, how was that possible!

Zhang Hao returned to his room: "God, why don't I feel full?"

Nonsense, you eat and then you poop, how could you feel full?

Zhang Hao rolled his eyes. He understood that this must be Mi Feng's doing. Thinking about how he ate today, he worried about what would happen if he ate like this every day.

As if sensing Zhang Hao's thoughts.

Relax, this kind of eating will only happen this once. You won't be able to eat like this again in the future.

Zhang Hao rubbed his jaw. His masseter muscles were sore: "About how much will I eat?" He felt very insecure. Even a tenth of that would be a huge undertaking. He would definitely be called a glutton, a super glutton, and with his drinking capacity, his image would be ruined.

However, after this incident, Zhang Hao found that his strength and physical agility had greatly improved. Most importantly, he truly felt energized, especially his eyes. Looking in the mirror, he saw that his eyes were incredibly bright, unforgettable to anyone who saw them, and even he felt completely different from before.

According to Mi Feng's design, Zhang Hao's body would change day by day, and his entire spirit and demeanor would be completely different from before. His former lazy disposition had completely disappeared. Now, he looked more like a soldier, even though he had never served in the military.

It had only been a little over two months. These two months were mostly spent exercising and then reading. Mi Feng emphasized that reading should involve thinking, so in addition to exercising and reading, Zhang Hao often sat alone and pondered. Gradually, a scholarly air, a touch of refinement, appeared on him, forming a peculiar temperament with his robust physique.

Unknowingly, winter arrived.

A heavy snowfall lasted for a whole day and night.

Zhang Hao now only needed four hours of sleep, and his sleep quality was incredibly high. He slept at midnight and woke up at four in the morning. He didn't eat breakfast but went to the basement to exercise on the sixteenth floor for an hour. Then he returned to his empty room to practice strange movements, including many stretching exercises, which he only finished after his body was completely relaxed.

Breakfast was a pot of stewed beef, prepared the night before and eaten the next morning.

The quantity was not large, ten jin of beef shank, which would shrink significantly after cooking. He ate it all in one meal to replenish his energy consumption.

Mornings were mainly for communicating with Mi Feng, which had become one of Zhang Hao's pleasures. Mi Feng would also update him on the company's progress during this time, but Zhang Hao basically ignored the company's business. He had no interest in it. He'd rather read books or paint oil paintings with that time.

He skipped lunch and did exercises for half an hour. The afternoons were free time. Zhang Hao no longer checked his stock account. Mi Feng had told him that he had left over a billion yuan in the account for his personal expenses, and the rest had been transferred out. The reason given was that with Zhang Hao's weak constitution, if he were to handle tens or hundreds of billions, he wouldn't be able to bear it. Although over a billion was also a lot, his small frame could still handle it, as there were still a very small number of people who could make a lot of money in the stock and futures markets.

For this reason alone, Zhang Hao was very satisfied. Even over a billion seemed like too much to him. A few hundred million would be enough. If he really needed to spend a lot of money, he could just ask Mi Feng. Keeping it in the account would make it difficult to sleep peacefully. He believed that the relevant banking authorities would definitely put him on a list.

According to Mi Feng, the money earned now had already reached hundreds of billions, and converted to the local currency, it was even more staggering.

According to the ratio agreed upon by Mi Feng and Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao owned thirty percent of the money. Recalling how he had haggled over the ratio with Mi Feng back then, whether it was one-nine or two-eight, it was a guaranteed profit. Ignorance is bliss, which perfectly described Zhang Hao back then, who actually fought for a three-seven split, making an incredible profit.

Looking at the snow outside, Zhang Hao asked, "God, what should I do next?"

Wait eleven more days!

Zhang Hao was extremely curious: "Eleven days? What happens after eleven days?"

Don't ask, you wouldn't understand even if I told you!

Damn it, he always refused to speak properly. Zhang Hao was frustrated. When asked about core issues, Mi Feng would just say, "You wouldn't understand." It was truly exasperating.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. I'm going to read. Oh, and stop blocking my phone and WeChat. I can't receive any messages. What if something happens?"

Mi Feng blocked Zhang Hao's sources of information because he wanted Zhang Hao's body to reach its peak. Therefore, he tried to minimize external interference. Zhang Hao understood this. Fortunately, he didn't care much about people outside in the first place and didn't resist much. Bringing it up this time was just a complaint.

In the afternoon, during his reading time, Zhang Hao held a book, an English encyclopedia.

Around four in the afternoon, a call came in.

"Who is it?"

"Haha, President Zhang, it's me, Peng Dahai!"

A chubby figure flashed in Zhang Hao's mind. He remembered the guy he had gotten drunk last time and couldn't help but smile. He said, "President Peng, hello, hello. It's been a while."

After a few pleasantries, Peng Dahai got straight to the point: "President Zhang, are you free today? Let's go out for a drink tonight!"

Zhang Hao was surprised: "A drink? President Peng, are you serious?" He was completely confused. Had this guy not sobered up last time? I drank ten bottles of Maotai, and he dares to drink with me again?

"Hehe, it's like this. I have a friend who also likes to drink. He heard about your drinking capacity and was very excited. He wants to have a go with you. Drinking buddies are rare!"

Actually, after that last drinking session, Zhang Hao had abstained from alcohol for several months. He didn't have a drinking habit to begin with and never thought of having a drink with his meals. Peng Dahai's invitation reminded him that he needed to replenish the energy of his nanomachines again.

"Okay, President Peng, see you tonight. Send me the address."

"Haha, okay, okay! President Zhang is so straightforward!"

Peng Dahai was very pleased and immediately sent the hotel address.

In the evening, Cheng Yuan drove Zhang Hao to the hotel.

After going upstairs to the private room, Peng Dahai was already waiting. He smiled and said, "President Zhang is very punctual! We're just having a small gathering today, haha, please come in! Please come in!"

Zhang Hao was stunned when he entered the private room. He exclaimed, "Gangzi, why are you here?"

Hu Gang was also dumbfounded. He had finally managed to connect with Peng Dahai, hoping to get the planning and promotion proposal for Peng Dahai's real estate company. One proposal was worth at least 300,000 yuan. He had treated Peng Dahai to drinks three times. Because he could hold his liquor exceptionally well, he was recognized by Peng Dahai. The proposal hadn't been given to him yet. Peng Dahai had said that if Hu Gang could outdrink one of his buddies, he would give him the planning and promotion proposal!