Chapter 635 - 364: The First Pass on a Long Road

Chapter 635: Chapter 364: The First Pass on a Long Road

"Haha, Brother Chu, still awake? Did you see the email?"

"Hold on a sec, it’s a little noisy over here. I’m at a huge party. Let me find somewhere quiet."

It was noisy for about thirty seconds before his end went quiet. He chuckled. "Been mingling with the Hollywood crowd tonight. It’s been fucking wild... Anyway, what’s up?"

There was a hint of sheepishness in his tone.

He sounded a little guilty.

Although he had gone to the United States on important business, he certainly hadn’t missed out on any of the social events or personal pleasures along the way.

Liu Junfeng felt conflicted about it. On one hand, he felt that to expand his social circle, he had to party hard. That was the vibe over here; how could you make friends if you didn’t drink and party?

On the other, he felt a bit insecure, having spent money like water without much to show for it business-wise.

"It’s fine. You do your thing. I saw the email, no problem. If you need to go study, go study. If you need to network, go network. It’s all good on my end."

"Is the money enough?"

Lin Chu’s tone was gentle and tinged with a smile, like a benevolent old father.

"Enough? It’s more than enough! I can’t spend it all. I can’t! Right now, all told, there’s still close to a hundred million USD in the accounts. I’m thinking of going to school this year. Heh, ’school’ my ass. It’s really about networking."

"I don’t need to tell you about the power and value of that circle. The bottom-up approach is too hard; you have to go top-down."

"The old-school elite types, they really value education and who you’ve studied under. The advisor I found is incredible, but of course, I have to suck up to him. Still, you gotta endure the humiliation for the greater good."

"This path might be a little slow, but I guess you could say the second half of my life is beginning."

As Liu Junfeng spoke his true thoughts, he couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.

The biggest difference between a life with money and one without is having choices and a margin for error.

When he had no money, all he could think about was how to get it, whether through working a job, starting a business, or any other way of making a living.

Now he didn’t have to worry about money anymore. With a rich sponsor providing financial firepower from behind, and this opportunity presenting itself, a hustler like him could put on a suit, ascend to the halls of the elite, and chart a new course for his life.

"Alright, that’s good too."

"As for the lawsuit, do you still have the energy to handle it? If not, I can send someone else over."

Lin Chu said with a smile.

"Nah, no need for that. Don’t want too many cooks in the kitchen. I’ve already arranged everything... You have to understand, the key to this whole thing isn’t on my end. It’s about how you negotiate with that idiot."

"Let’s be real, their whole legal process is just for show. It all comes down to moves made outside the game."

"The legal team I hired said that if you want to drag this out, they can drag it out indefinitely... I can’t promise more, but at least five years. By then, Old Li might have kicked the bucket. As for the plaintiffs on their side, without Old Li, would they dare say a word? A bullet to the head would shut them up!"

Liu Junfeng, hearing Lin Chu’s underlying meaning, said this nonchalantly.

Objectively speaking, he wasn’t wrong.

"That’s true. Alright, we’ll leave it at that for now. Go have your fun. I’m hanging up."

After hanging up, Lin Chu’s eyes were calm.

’In the end, this kind of thing is really my own business. I can’t rely on anyone else. Liu Junfeng has already done everything he can do.’

’As for the rest... I have to allow people to have their own plans and selfish motives.’

’To be a "big brother," you have to be magnanimous.’

’Especially now...’

’Everyone has money now, so it’s perfectly normal for them to get a little full of themselves. With more resources and more choices, their perspectives naturally change, becoming more subjective.’

’That’s why... it’s hard to share wealth and honor.’

’The difficulty lies in balancing and controlling this mentality.’

’Forget friends, what about blood brothers? What about when I have a son in the future, and he grows up and has his own opinions? What about a father and his own son?’

Thinking about this, Lin Chu just shook his head and smiled. ’You have to allow things to happen, and you must have the confidence and foundation to handle any problem that arises. Only then can you be called a real man.’

After pondering this for a moment, Lin Chu faintly heard footsteps outside the door. They were very light. There was no knock; someone was just standing outside the study. Through the glass window, he could see a slender, graceful figure.

A playful smile crept onto his lips.

The Filipino maids.

He had analyzed this group before and didn’t want to say much more about them, but the current situation was even more absurd than he had previously understood.

To put it one way, on this island, or rather, in this house, he was like a feudal lord. He could do whatever he wanted, with absolute impunity.

When you have enough capital, you can create de facto indentured servitude.

"Come in."

Glancing at the figure outside, Lin Chu said in a deep voice.

The graceful figure outside gently pushed the door open, and a girl who looked to be in her early twenties entered. She had a youthful look in her eyes, a slender and willowy figure that was nevertheless shapely, and wore a set of home clothes that resembled a kimono. She appeared docile and submissive, even possessing a certain demure grace.

Xiong Jianwu had found all of them. Lin Chu truly had no idea where he could have cultivated such a group. Nothing else needed to be said; their level of obedience alone was off the charts.

A beauty of this caliber would have no trouble getting into the entertainment industry back home, yet here she was, just a maid.

Moreover, they all even understood the language, having been specially trained in Chinese, so communication was completely seamless.

"Sir, today is your first day home. I’d like to trouble you for a moment to understand your daily routine."

she said softly, holding a tablet computer.

Taking it, Lin Chu glanced at the screen and felt a flicker of interest.

This service was truly impeccable—so damn thoughtful and thorough.

It started with choosing his preferred room, mattress, pillows, and whether he wanted a velvet or pure cotton quilt, then moved on to his preferred bedtime, wake-up time, aromatherapy scents, bathwater temperature, late-night snacks, and alcoholic beverages. There was even an option for "bed warming" at the end... It left Lin Chu utterly speechless.

He looked up at her again as numerous thoughts flooded his mind. He was actually tempted to ask about her origins, her life story, and what kind of "education," or rather, "training," had turned her into what she was now.

But the words died on his lips.

’There’s really no need.’

’Being a hypocrite is just pointless.’

’Abroad, as long as you have money, it basically means you can do whatever you want. Xiong Jianwu and his men just put in some time and effort. Why should I meddle in their business?’

Following his preferences, Lin Chu made his selections on the tablet and handed it back to her.

The rest of the night passed in silence.

...

Early the next morning, before his biological clock even went off, Lin Chu was awakened by the sounds of the training team exercising on the island.

Waking up in a rather disheveled bed, he pulled back the curtains and saw squads of people already jogging in formation in the faint morning light, shouting slogans.

The intensity of the training seemed quite rigorous.

For a security company, it was probably overkill.

Then again, their salaries were also significantly above the norm.

According to the system designed by Gao Haitao, even a "rookie," as long as they made the cut, would have a monthly salary of over fifty thousand. Factoring in promotions, mission bonuses, and other rewards, their annual salary could easily reach a million.

’This really is "maintaining an army."’

Listening to their slogans, Lin Chu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

"Work for the boss, make money for ourselves!"

"No distractions, give it our all!"

"Work hard for three to five years, change the starting point of our lives!"

They were all simple, straightforward slogans.

They sounded a bit strange, completely lacking any sense of "faith." The main theme was just making money and getting rich.

’But there’s nothing wrong with that.’

’After all, what can I bring my brothers?’

’It’s certainly not a noble title or a separate page in the family genealogy!’

’As long as the pay is good enough, that’s all that matters.’

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