No. 18 Academy Road

"My Sunzi, Wang Li... I do have a good-for-nothing grandson like that. He's mastered every vice there is: eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking. I can't stand the sight of him, so don't ask me to stick up for him!"

Ren Yisheng disliked carrying a communicator and hated using a video device even more, but Wang Haoran had no such hang-ups. Zhang Xuezhou even had Wang Haoran's contact number.

Within seconds of receiving Zhang Manqian's message, Zhang Xuezhou placed the call.

But the conversation went poorly.

"Wang Li's made some money over the past few years, and he's thinking about getting a blood replacement," Zhang Xuezhou urged. "He's already turned over a new leaf!"

"He made enough for a blood replacement in the past few years? Did he rob someone or kill someone? Or is that good-for-nothing still gambling?"

A small company like the one the Wang Household had given Wang Li to keep him occupied could easily net over a hundred thousand a year, but there was no way Wang Li could scrape together ten million in just three to five years, not even if he sold the company.

After a few more words, Wang Haoran had already mentioned several ways of making money in quick succession.

"He's working with us on a business now!"

Wang Haoran's guess was correct. Wang Li was indeed gambling, and even the latest enormous sum had come from the line of work he knew best.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't deny it, so he had to put it another way.

"Livestreaming? What's livestreaming? Broadcasting what's happening around him as it happens? That's what he's doing now? And he's made money? So many reporters do livestreams without making any money, and he's made millions, even tens of millions?"

Wang Li's failure to mend his ways in