Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1173 How

3 yuan, 60 cents interest. In his previous life, he'd divided the money into two parts: one for a "thank you gift" for Zhang Hao, the other for a meal with Zhang Hao and his friends. He ended up relying on instant noodles for meals, and he hadn't saved a penny for his mother's medicine. Thinking of his mother, lying on her deathbed, holding his hand and saying, "Don't be so hard on yourself," Chen Mo's eyes warmed. He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions. His fingertips paused for a second on the "Bank-to-Securities Transfer" button, then firmly pressed it. 5000 yuan, not a cent less, was transferred to his newly opened stock account. The moment he clicked "Buy All," Chen Mo felt his heart racing. This was no ordinary investment; it was the first stepping stone on his road to revenge, his first line of defense to protect his mother and his father's company. He looked at the screen and saw "Order Successful," and a faint smile curled his lips. Zhang Hao, in this life, it's time for me to rewrite the rules of your game. After finishing all this, Chen Mo glanced at the digital watch on his wrist—8:45 AM. The numbers on the dial ticked, reminding him that it was time to go to Uncle Zhao's company. Uncle Zhao, also known as Zhao Jianguo, had been his father, Chen Hongyuan's most trusted lieutenant during his lifetime. After his father's death, he took over the company's daily operations. In his previous life, Uncle Zhao opposed Zhang Hao's attempt to drain the company's assets, and was framed by Zhang Hao for "embezzlement." He was not only forced to resign but also nearly went to jail. Chen Mo was kept in the dark by Zhang Hao at the time and even believed him, believing Uncle Zhao had "betrayed" his father. Only later did he learn the truth, but by then, Uncle Zhao had already fled the city with his family and could no longer be contacted. In this life, he not only had to stop Zhang Hao's scheme but also find Uncle Zhao and explain everything clearly—he wanted to stand with Uncle Zhao, protecting his father's legacy and this upright old man. Chen Mo opened his closet and pulled out the light gray shirt he had worn to the dinner in his previous life. His clothes were neatly folded, their collars still tinged with the faint scent of laundry detergent—his mother had washed them for him. He put on his shirt and found a pair of dark trousers. As he fastened his tie in the mirror, he caught sight of himself—his face still the handsome face of a 22-year-old, but his eyes held a glint of age and determination that belied his age. He silently said, "Keep going!" to his reflection, then grabbed his resume and ID card, tucked them into his backpack, and walked out of his rental apartment with a determined look. The early summer sun streamed through the corridor windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The breakfast stall downstairs was still standing, and the soy milk vendor was smiling and greeting customers. Everything was the same as in his previous life, but Chen Mo's mood was completely different. He walked to the entrance of the complex, hailed a taxi, and gave the address of Uncle Zhao's company: the Henderson Building in the city center, the headquarters of the company his father had founded, and a position he must defend. The taxi moved steadily along the road, and the scenery outside the window rapidly receded. Chen Mo watched the skyscrapers pass by outside the window, his mind replaying scenes from his past life—how Zhang Hao gradually won over the company's veteran employees, how he forged documents to transfer assets, how he played the role of "savior" to him... Every detail was as clear as if it had happened yesterday, reminding him not to let up even a little. "Young man, we're here," the taxi driver's voice brought Chen Mo back to reality. He paid the fare, pushed open the door, and looked up at the Henderson Building before him. The thirty-story building towered over the city center, its glass curtain wall reflecting the glaring sunlight, and the marble floor at the entrance was pristine, exactly as he remembered it from his past life. Chen Mo took a deep breath and walked towards the building entrance. As he reached the revolving door, a familiar figure caught his eye—a short man in a black security uniform, but with a puffed-out chest and a look of arrogance. Who else could it be but Zhang Hao's henchman, Li Tao? Li Tao soon spotted Chen Mo, too. He was stunned for a moment, then his lips curled in a disdainful smile. He folded his arms over his chest and slowly walked over to Chen Mo, looking him up and down. His gaze lingered on Chen Mo's shirt and tie, as if he had spotted something amusing. "Hey, isn't that Young Master Chen? Why are you here? Looking for a job?" He emphasized the words "Young Master Chen" with a heavy dose of sarcasm. In his past life, Li Tao had often teamed up with Zhang Hao to bully him, stealing his pocket money and spreading rumors about him at school, saying he was "arrogant because of his father's wealth"—but in reality, his family had long since fallen from grace after his father's death. Li Tao was simply using Zhang Hao's influence to tease him. Chen Mo's eyes grew colder, his fingers clenching slightly in his pockets, but he didn't react immediately. He didn't want to reveal his true intentions just yet. Li Tao was just a pawn in Zhang Hao's side, not worth a fight at this moment. "I'm here to see Mr. Zhao," Chen Mo's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. He tried to bypass Li Tao and walk through the revolving door. But Li Tao suddenly stretched out his hand, blocking his path. His finger jabbed at Chen Mo's chest, forcefully and provocatively: "Looking for President Zhao? Who do you think you are? President Zhao is so busy, can you see him whenever you want?" He paused, deliberately lowering his voice, leaning close to Chen Mo's ear and speaking in a voice only the two of them could hear: "I advise you to get out of here and stop being an eyesore. Young Master Zhang has already warned you that you're a worthless piece of shit. You think you can live off President Zhao? Dream on!" The words "no parents" stabbed Chen Mo's heart like a sharp knife. In his previous life, hearing this would have made him tremble with anger, and he might even have been tempted to attack. But now, he simply raised his eyes slowly, his gaze as cold as ice, and stared directly at Li Tao: "Are you sure you want to stop me?" His voice was soft, but it carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, causing Li Tao to subconsciously take a half step back. But then he thought, Chen Mo is still the soft persimmon that can be bullied by anyone, why should he be afraid of him? So he straightened his back again, and the arrogance on his face became even more: "What? You still want to fight? I tell you, here, I have the final say! If you dare to make trouble, I will ask the security to drag you out now, and you will never be able to raise your head in this area!" As he spoke, he raised his hand to push Chen Mo's shoulder, as if as long as he made a move, he could scare Chen Mo back like in his previous life. But at the moment when his hand was about to touch Chen Mo's shoulder,