Chapter 932: Wishful Thinking

Chu Yao’s expression instantly looked like she had been struck by lightning.

Nan Jiaojiao felt the conversation was off, but she had spoken too quickly to take it back.

“What happened?

She didn’t invite you?”

Chu Yao’s face grew even more unsightly.

Nan Jiaojiao apologized, “Sorry, I unintentionally stirred up your already fragile friendship.”

“…”

“Where’s that creaking noise coming from?

Do you have a mouse in your RV?”

“No, you idiot!”

Chu Yao wished she could dump that bowl of boiled broccoli on Nan Jiaojiao’s head.

Was she trying to piss her off on purpose?

Couldn’t she hear the gritting of her teeth?

Furious, she called up Lu Zhenzhen, aggressively questioning her, only to be scolded in return.

Chu Yao thought about it and sensed something was wrong.

She called over her manager, Sister Mi, and only then found out that Lu Zhenzhen had called her many times.

The problem was that she had a habit of turning off her phone while filming, so all Miss Lu heard was a voicemail.

She wasn’t the patient type to wait for someone who doesn’t answer calls or texts, so she contacted Sister Mi in the end.

It felt like trying to arrange a business collaboration.

Chu Yao quickly opened her WeChat, and sure enough, there was a message from Lu Zhenzhen, buried deep because she never opened it.

Chu Yao wiped her sweat and hurriedly called Lu Zhenzhen.

After just two rings, Lu Zhenzhen hung up on her.

Nan Jiaojiao twirled her chopsticks and gleefully sang, “Oh oh, the little boat of friendship flips just like that.”

“…”

Shen Shichu was done for.

He had invested all his savings into a new mall, hoping the profits would cover the losses of his other companies.

It wasn’t because he lacked ability, but because his parents had stuffed the company with relatives who loafed around.

By the time Shen Shichu realized, the losses were enough to leave him in debt for several lifetimes.

Now, his mall was squeezed between a funeral home and an abandoned horse ranch, with several streets around it turned into a ghost town.

He had borrowed money from everywhere, heavily in debt, without even money to bribe journalists.

Every time he turned on his phone, there were only calls from debt collectors.

Either debt collectors or reporters completely blocked his front door.

Shen Shichu snuck out of the wine cellar, disheveled, and went to the Bo Corporation Building, only to be stopped by the receptionist.

Even when he pulled out his identity as Bo Yanching’s nephew, it didn’t help.

Luckily, Han Chuan happened to come to the first floor, saw him, and after checking with Bo Yanching, brought him up.

“Uncle.”

Upon entering the office, Shen Shichu immediately knelt down, “I’m really at a dead end.

Please, I beg you to save me.”

Bo Yanching sat behind the desk, looking at him coldly, “How do you want me to save you?”

Shen Shichu was at a loss.

When asked to speak, he was at a loss for words, filled with despair and confusion.

“What if, Uncle, you buy the funeral home?

As long as you agree to renovate it back into the hotel it once was and take the lead in stimulating the economy, with your hotel and my mall, this area will surely thrive.”

“Right, there’s more!”

Shen Shichu lifted his body, shuffling forward on his knees, “Also, Miss Lu’s horse ranch.

The land here was originally expensive because she speculated its value.

Her horse ranch boosted hotel profits; can you get Miss Lu back?”

Bo Yanching instinctively frowned.

The more he listened, the more a self-mocking smirk formed at the corner of his mouth.

His gaze grew deeper and more apathetic, watching Shen Shichu’s wishful thinking unfold, he pressed his lips and remained silent.