Do Not Bully A Thirty-Year-Old Elderly Person! - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: I Finally Went Poor Crazy

A handful of cold water splashed onto his face.

Huo Suo cursed those foreigners from head to toe in his heart. The old bastards were like vultures sniffing out meat, unwilling to let go, and they had stubbornly worn Huo Suo down for a full day and night.

The doorbell rang outside the suite, and Huo Suo picked up the picture frame nearby that had been splashed with water droplets.

The door opened, and Qin Sui stood at the entrance with medicine: “Contract signing this afternoon. There’s no guarantee what tricks they might pull, so take your medicine first to prevent a migraine attack.”

Huo Suo took the medicine bottle and, having barely napped on the bed, got up to head to the conference hall.

The French aren’t particularly fond of punctuality. Just as Huo Suo’s patience was about to run dry, the old men finally walked in, pushing the boundaries of the young president’s bottom line.

“Huo, you also know that our cooperation with Jihong has been very long-standing.”

“Whether it’s you or your father, we have given our full sincerity.”

—Bullshit again. If that old man were standing here, would you dare to squeeze the price to death?

Huo Suo stood up to welcome them, a professional smile plastered on his face. His silver-rimmed glasses sat properly on the bridge of his nose; he was well-dressed and looked sophisticated, completely hiding the fact that he was screaming obscenities in his head.

In the past, with his temper, it wasn’t as if he hadn’t walked out on a deal with a foul look on his face.

Huo Suo acted as if he didn’t understand the insinuations in their words, dodging the heavy and focusing on the light, spouting a few lines of English.

The Frenchmen exchanged glances, chatted away, made a couple of gestures, pulled a stack of contracts from their assistant, and placed them on the table.

Huo Suo had had a headache for nearly two days and two nights; his vision had been blurring intermittently. The burden of constant travel combined with his frayed nerves was on the verge of a catastrophic collapse. Only when he scanned the contract did he stabilize his dazed vision—though he didn’t know what kind of medicine these old bastards were selling in their gourds, at least with a formal contract on the table, it wouldn’t end too ugly.

The young president’s lips curved into a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. As he walked over, he pulled a fountain pen from his suit pocket.

But as he approached the table, his entire body suddenly swayed. His posture unsteady, his five fingers clutched the pen and then slammed against the tabletop, emitting a crisp sound.

“President Huo, what’s wrong?” Qin Sui was startled, quickly walking over to support Huo Suo’s arm. This man, whether from dizziness or something else, kept his head lowered, panting, “Are you feeling unwell? Should I call a doctor up?”

“Huo, are you okay…”

“Huo…”

“Huo…”

Around him, Qin Sui’s voice was mixed with a few lines of foreign language he couldn’t be bothered to decipher, as if he were suddenly separated by a glass barrier, circling Huo Suo’s ears dully until they grew further and further away.

The passage of time became difficult to measure.

He didn’t know how long his chaotic brain had been spinning along with the blurred halos. When Huo Suo finally recovered, the first thing to return was his suddenly sharp sense of smell.

—What’s going on?

Sharp ammonia molecules pierced his consciousness like countless fine needles brutally stabbing into his nasal cavity. A wave of damp, rust-scented, sweet, and fishy stench erupted in his mouth; every breath felt like swallowing a mass of warm, unclean cotton wool.

Huo Suo’s head no longer hurt, but his brain was uncharacteristically dazed for a few seconds.

—Wait, wasn’t he just signing a contract at the Financial Tower?

Almost instantly, a gust of wind from a fist brushed past his cheek. His already dizzy head and uncoordinated body crashed into a water bucket and toppled to the ground.

“Brother Huo, why isn’t he dodging? Did he get knocked stupid?”

“My fists never miss their target.”

The familiar voice carried an unfamiliar tone, coming from above.

As Huo Suo looked up, he saw a familiar face sprout three heads. He began to wonder if he had accidentally eaten poisonous mushrooms somewhere and gone mad.

The next moment, Huo Suo was grabbed by the hair, forcing him to lift his head. The pain instantly cleared his head. The omnipotent President Huo opened his eyes wide this time and looked closely. The three heads merged into a familiar face:

The obedient student—obedient baby—giant-baby nephew who was wearing dinosaur pajamas and acting spoiled, demanding to sleep with Huo Suo just yesterday,

At this moment, was biting a cigarette, squatting on the ground, and glaring at him with a sneer: “What are you looking at? Well, are you going to submit or not?”

“…”

Huo Suo closed his eyes in annoyance and opened them again; it was still the smoky, foul face of Huo Sicheng. He was so angry he laughed.

What is the meaning of this?

Has this world finally gone crazy? Or has Huo Sicheng gone crazy?

“Not speaking?” Huo Sicheng suspiciously let go, looking up and down at Zhou Zhan, who had started laughing for no reason. The hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, paired with those squinted, cold-glaring eyes, looked very familiar and terrifying. He cursed under his breath.

Huo Suo said nothing, secretly thinking, I can’t be having a mental breakdown from too much stress, right?

The boy in front of him coldly lowered his gaze, threatening him viciously: “Zhou Zhan, if you use those dirty tricks again next time, I’ll cripple you.”

Haha—

“Cripple who?” When Huo Suo opened his mouth, it was a strange, hoarse, young male voice. It had probably just passed through puberty, revealing a deep, magnetic quality that seemed to vibrate through his skull, emitting dense, rhythmic sounds. Huo Suo coughed dryly, unaccustomed to it, and continued to mock, “How are you going to cripple me? Using your dinosaur pajamas?”

“…”

Now it was Huo Sicheng’s turn to be shocked. His bully mask shattered instantly, revealing an expression familiar to Huo Suo. Only then did he think, with a bitter sense of humor, “At least this idiot is truly my nephew.”

Huo Sicheng quickly aimed at a target, turning his head to question Peng Jia angrily: “You told him?”

“Am I brain-damaged?” Peng Jia was also furious, “How the hell would he know!”

Behind him, the few students wearing the Experimental High School uniform immediately looked at the sky and the ground, pretending they hadn’t heard anything.

Huo Suo’s fists, which were used to managing his family affairs, began to itch. He braced himself against the doorframe to stand up, his gaze passing through the row of high school students surrounding him, and he saw an extremely unfamiliar face reflected in the mirror.

The build was very tall, draped in a school uniform jacket and a black T-shirt, with prominent brow bones and sharp contours. Looking at his face, he was a high school student with a fierce look, and there was a fresh cut on the corner of his mouth.

But at this moment, this strange face twitched with the same facial muscle movements as his stiff expressions, appearing extremely discordant.

“…”

Who the hell is this idiot?

Financial Tower, returning to ten minutes ago—

“President Huo, are you okay?” Qin Sui took the hot water the secretary brought and handed it to the person sitting in the chair with their head lowered, whispering, “Do you need to terminate the meeting?”

The person in the seat lightly shook their painful head and then lifted their eyelids.

Zhou Zhan came to his senses and quickly recalled his situation—he had been intercepted in the men’s bathroom of the abandoned teaching building by someone using some underhanded methods this afternoon. He knew who the group of people was as soon as the young master barked.

Zhou Zhan sneered, subconsciously taking the water glass, and then flipped his wrist neatly and accurately, splashing the cup of water onto the Frenchman sitting opposite him: “Haven’t been beaten enough? Still dare to set me up?”

As soon as he spoke, the noisy scene suddenly fell into dead silence. Even the Frenchman, who was screaming while wiping water off his mustache, had his expression stiffen, abruptly squeezing out a dry English sentence: “How did you know?”

Zhou Zhan didn’t understand this sentence, but at least he knew it definitely wasn’t Chinese.

He quickly raised his head, looking dumbfoundedly at the equally dumbfounded foreigner. A circle of elite professionals in suits and leather shoes stared at him in astonishment like quails.

“?”

Three seconds later, Zhou Zhan stood up with a “whoosh,” walked a few steps in confusion and numbness, and then turned his head. The first thing he saw was the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city, and immediately after that was the reflection of a top-tier man in the window—tall, long-legged, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, and dressed in a suit.

Zhou Zhan moved, and the top-tier man in the window moved with him.

“…” He muttered to the luxurious hall, “I finally went poor crazy.”

At this scene, Zhou Zhan’s mind suddenly echoed with Hu Qian’s words: “You work three jobs a week; you’ll break your brain sooner or later!”

It’s broken; it’s really broken this time.

Assistant Qin on the side was worthy of being a top student who followed President Huo through thick and thin since graduating from A University. He instantly grasped the point, took over the task from his boss who hadn’t recovered and didn’t know what madness he was experiencing, and placed his hands on the table, staring tightly at the Frenchman: “Mr. Smith, it seems you are not sincere about cooperating with our ‘Jihong’!”

“Excuse me, Mr. Qin, I don’t know what you mean by that.”

The Frenchman had made a slip of the tongue and was now trying to muddle through.

Qin Sui subconsciously chased his gaze to “Huo Suo,” wanting to see his opinion, but “Huo Suo” gave him a confused and huge “?” in return. Unexpectedly, the two were completely out of sync.

—What the hell?

Qin Sui retracted his gaze, suspicious and speechless. How did I hallucinate a large dog on my boss? This thing is clearly a mean old fox who eats people without spitting out the bones.

Seeing that his top boss seemed to have become stupid from taking too many headache pills, Qin Sui immediately carried the banner, terminated the meeting on his own, and dismissed the several Frenchmen who were hesitant to speak.

“President Huo, how did you see that these people had problems?” Qin Sui closed the door and asked in a low, serious voice.

“Hmm…” Zhou Zhan sat on the leather sofa, arms crossed, silent, “Me?”

“…?” Qin Sui didn’t understand.

Could it be me?

“You go out first; I want to be quiet for a while.” Zhou Zhan put on airs and issued his first order.

“Okay, I’ll keep the medicine. You’ve been too greedy lately.” Although Qin Sui sensed that his boss was a bit off, he was used to following orders, so he subconsciously obeyed, adding, “Come to me if it hurts badly.”

However, Zhou Zhan had no time to ask what kind of medicine it was. He now felt that he must have been tricked by his boss at the last boxing gym dinner and eaten undercooked mushrooms, which had left him dazed and confused.