diskusbooks Chapter 1167 A few words
Chapter 1167 A few words
Chapter 2: First Confrontation Chen Mo's fingertips hovered above the phone screen for two seconds, his fingertips brushing against the cool glass before he pressed the answer button. He deliberately relaxed his shoulders, letting his voice carry a hint of sleepiness, mingled with the innocent and warm spirit of his past life, like a lamb oblivious to danger: "Hello, Brother Hao?" Amidst the whirring of electricity on the other end of the line, Zhang Hao's familiar voice rang out, its tone laced with just the right amount of concern, like a poison needle coated in sugar: "A-Mo, are you awake? Judging from the graduation reflections you posted on your Moments last night, you must have stayed up quite late, didn't you?" First mentioning Moments, then cutting straight to the point. Zhang Hao's tactics of winning people over, in his past life, Chen Mo would have accepted them without a second thought, but now, listening to him, he felt every word was filled with hypocrisy and calculation. "I just woke up and am packing up." Chen Mo continued his words, his fingers unconsciously stroking the corner of the table - there was still a light brown mark there from when he accidentally knocked over instant noodles in his previous life, like a reminder engraved in time. "What are you packing up? Stop busying yourself!" Zhang Hao's voice suddenly rose a few notches, with an eagerness to "think about you", "I'm telling you, I've already informed Uncle Zhao on your behalf. You can just go to the company and find him today. I guarantee there will be no problem!" He paused, as if afraid that Chen Mo would not believe him, and added a more specific sentence: "Yesterday I specially invited Uncle Zhao for a drink. During the meal, I mentioned your father's contributions to the company. Uncle Zhao patted his chest on the spot and said that he would definitely arrange a good position for you so that you can learn things from him." These words were like a blunt knife, gently scraping Chen Mo's heart. In his previous life, those words had brought tears to his eyes. He felt Zhang Hao truly treated him like a brother, and even developed a strange trust in Uncle Zhao, whom he hadn't contacted since his father's death. Back then, he foolishly bought a pack of good cigarettes and asked Zhang Hao to pass it on to Uncle Zhao as a "thank you." Now that he thought about it, the cigarettes probably went into Zhang Hao's pocket, and Uncle Zhao probably had no idea the whole time—Zhang Hao wanted him to think he owed him a favor, so that he would obey his every word and walk step by step into the trap he had set. Chen Mo took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment rising in his throat. His voice was filled with a touch of "flattered" excitement: "Really? Brother Hao, this is too much trouble for you! I don't know how to thank you!" He even deliberately let a hint of bewilderment enter his tone, just like the self in his previous life, clutching his resume, his palms sweating with nervousness even during the interview. "Why are you being so polite?" Zhang Hao's laugh echoed through the phone, a tone of triumphant success. "We grew up together, good brothers. Your father passed away early, so if I don't help you, who will?" This remark struck a chord with Chen Mo in his previous life—his father's early death and his mother's failing health. He had always longed for a supportive "big brother," and Zhang Hao had nailed it. Chen Mo bit his lower lip, a tremor of gratitude creeping into his voice. "Brother Hao, I'll definitely learn from you and live up to your help." "That's right!" Zhang Hao smiled contentedly, then, like a pre-scripted plot, naturally threw out the next bait. "By the way, I've got some friends for dinner tonight. They're all in the same industry. There's Mr. Li from real estate and Mr. Wang from finance. They're both people who could be helpful in the future. You should come along and make some connections. You need connections to make it in the world." Chen Mo's heart sank, his fingertips instantly freezing. It was this dinner. In his previous life, Zhang Hao, armed with his newly-earned internship salary, bought a new shirt and arrived at the restaurant half an hour early. At the dinner table, Zhang Hao's friends took turns toasting him, saying things like, "Young man, you have a future," and "You'll definitely be right to follow Young Master Zhang." He was so drunk he finally signed a so-called "investment agreement," coaxed by Zhang Hao's promises of "we're all good brothers, let's sign an agreement and help each other." He later learned that it wasn't an investment at all, but a trap set by Zhang Hao. The agreement contained a hidden clause requiring him to "compensate" with the company shares left by his father if he "breached the contract." It was this agreement that would later become Zhang Hao's first breakthrough in draining the company. "Okay!" Chen Mo agreed without hesitation, his tone filled with just the right amount of genuine anticipation. He even proactively inquired, "Where shall we meet tonight? I'll go over early and help you out, or maybe grab a good table." Zhang Hao, clearly pleased with his thoughtfulness, smiled and gave the address: "It's the 'Old Place' restaurant near our school, in the 'Juxian Pavilion' private room on the third floor, at 7:00." He paused, then offered a few more thoughtful instructions: "Dress smartly and don't be too casual, since you'll be meeting seniors, after all. Talk less and listen more. I'll introduce you, so don't be nervous." "Don't worry, Brother Hao, I'll definitely pay attention!" Chen Mo agreed, only slowly putting down the phone when he heard the busy tone from the other end, indicating Zhang Hao had hung up. The phone screen was still lit, lingering on the call log page. The words "Zhang Hao" crawled like two black ants under Chen Mo's eyes. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and the moment his shoulders slumped, the innocence in his eyes was replaced by cold hatred, like a thin layer of frost. Zhang Hao thought that he was still the foolish boy who had never seen the world and could be bought off with a few sweet words. He thought that he would be looking forward to this dinner like in his previous life, and that he could lead him by the nose like a puppet. But he was wrong. The current Chen Mo is no longer the young man who couldn't even understand the evil of human hearts in his previous life. In his body, there is a soul that crawled back from hell, carrying the memories of two lives and full of hatred. Every step he takes, he sees farther and more clearly than Zhang Hao. Chen Mo stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains. The June sun was very strong, shining through the glass onto the floor, forming a dazzling spot of light. The street below was bustling with traffic. Commuters on scooters hurried by, and elderly men carrying vegetable baskets walked slowly. Everything was exactly the same as on that day in his previous life, but for Chen Mo, the world had changed. He was no longer the victim, passively enduring harm, but an avenger holding the "script of the future." He turned to his computer and pressed the power button. The old laptop hummed, and the screen lit up, revealing Chen Mo's resolute profile. His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, opening a browser and typing in the keywords "June 2018 financial news and stock market trends." In his previous life, he only learned the truth from the casual chatter of Zhang Hao's subordinates in the abandoned factory before dying. Zhang Hao had made his first fortune in the summer of 2018 from a stock called "Shengda Technology." That money later became the seed money for his acquisition of shares in Chen Mo's father's company. Lying in a pool of blood, he barely had the energy to even harbor hatred, but the name was etched into his bones. The webpage is loaded.