"Hello, Grandpa."
Ji Hanxing answered the phone, slightly puzzled. "Did you need something?"
"Did you go to the Land Auction?"
Old Master Ji's strong, resonant voice came through the receiver.
Ji Hanxing nodded honestly. "Yes."
"You've taken a fancy to that plot?"
"Yes."
"Hmph. You actually want that lousy plot?" Old Master Ji criticized mercilessly.
His words reminded Ji Hanxing that the Ji Family had made its fortune through Old Master Ji's real estate business.
"Can't you see how seriously overpriced it is?"
Old Master Ji's voice carried a hint of exasperation at his failure to measure up.
Moving such a large amount of the group's liquid funds required his signature as chairman. Only when Xue Hui came to seek his approval did Old Master Ji learn that Ji Hanxing intended to bid a high price for that plot in the North of the City.
In Old Master Ji's eyes, the plot was truly mediocre and severely overpriced. He could not understand how his usually levelheaded grandson could make such a decision.
Surely he hadn't been goaded into acting on impulse and...
"You haven't made a bet with someone, have you?"
Old Master Ji's voice suddenly trembled, and Ji Hanxing froze.
He remembered that the father of this body had once impulsively bought an overpriced plot at auction because of a bet, nearly leaving the Ji Family unable to operate when its funding chain broke.
Perhaps his transfer of funds to bid on land had reminded Old Master Ji of that scumbag Ji Changhe.
"I can see that, Grandpa. I have my own plans." A trace of resolve came through Ji Hanxing's voice. "Please trust me."
The other end fell silent for a while. Old Master Ji knew Ji Hanxing was not Ji Changhe. This grandson was the pride and