The Fear of Being Controlled by Someone
Everyone at the table was drinking heartily.
Holding the Patek Philippe, Boss Wang admired its exquisite craftsmanship more and more. It was so perfect, it looked like a work of art.
A message popped up on his phone beside him.
[Dad, don't scare me.]
[Take another good look at it. Touch it—how does it feel?]
The string of messages left Boss Wang a little confused. After thinking it over, he replied.
[What's there to feel? He drives a Cullinan, so it's perfectly normal for him to have a Patek Philippe. There's no way it's fake. What's there to doubt?]
[Besides, the feel really is indescribably perfect.]
His daughter's reply came quickly.
[Then Dad, you'd better give the watch back. I just asked my friend—do you know how much the one in your hand would cost if it's genuine?]
[How much?]
[Its latest auction price was twenty-seven million.]
The watch in Boss Wang's hand suddenly trembled, and his entire body went numb as though jolted by electricity.
Twenty-seven million?
The total construction cost of his hotel was about that much, and he only owned part of the shares.
Didn't that mean the person before him was wearing an entire hotel on his wrist?
He stiffly raised his head and met Zhang Yang's eyes.
"Uncle Wang, what's wrong?" Zhang Yang looked up at Boss Wang's somewhat rigid expression, finding it a little strange.
"Big nephew, here, here. Take your watch back." Boss Wang stood up, holding the watch in both hands as he returned it to Zhang Yang.
"You're done looking, Uncle?" Zhang Yang casually took it and put it back on his wrist.
"No more looking, no more." Boss Wang kept waving his hands, looking rather frightened.
Zhang Yang didn't think much of it.