Chapter 1817 - 750: C-Celebration Party?

Chapter 1817: Chapter 750: C-Celebration Party?

The matter of obtaining a bank loan turned out to be far more complicated than Zhou Wang had imagined.

The root cause lay in the fact that, after the system had frozen his previous personal assets, his current status within the domestic credit system was actually that of being heavily in debt, teetering on the edge of going black.

Zhou Wang suspected that this was one of the potential obstacles set up by the system. After all, if Zhou Wang were still in his previous credit status, borrowing a few million would be a breeze, not to mention an easy hundred million.

But it’s clear that the system doesn’t allow this form of financial manipulation.

This left Zhou Wang in a bind.

After running around outside for a week and visiting three or four banks, Zhou Wang, who had never truly dealt with credit before, furrowed his brows deeply upon discovering that the difficulty of the matter was far beyond his imagination.

"I wanted to lose money, but I didn’t want to go bankrupt right away..."

Due to last month’s profits, there was still a little over ten thousand on the account currently. However, he had hired too many people with salaries too high, and with the need to advance the rent for the second branch, if the loan couldn’t be secured, they might not last a month, and the funeral home would be on the brink of bankruptcy.

Zhou Wang’s ideal state was a "sustained loss" situation, but not to lose all the money at once. This would require funding to support his plan.

At this moment, Zhou Wang felt somewhat regretful; perhaps he should have found a source of funding before implementing the "loss plan." Now, he’s playing with fire.

Ring ring ring!

Sitting on the street side, Zhou Wang suddenly received a call from Yang Hao:

"Brother Dog, you better come back, something’s happened—"

"What happened?"

Zhou Wang, already burdened with worries, felt his heart sink, a bad premonition instantly arising.

"It’s hard to explain over the phone, you better come back. It’s Friday anyway, and we should have our weekly meeting."

Yang Hao’s tone seemed to be suppressing something, mixed with agitation and a hint of strangeness.

"Alright, I’ll head back now, just calm down, the sky won’t fall."

Zhou Wang rubbed his forehead, gave a comforting word to Yang Hao, and hung up the call.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, mounted his scooter parked on the roadside, and headed back to the store.

...

When he returned to the old alley, Zhou Wang glanced at the Coastal Farewell Society that had been open for just a week across the street.

By now, Zhou Wang naturally knew that the owner of this Coastal Farewell Society was the same Han Zechen that Qu Peining had mentioned, the owner of the bar.

Starting a pet funeral home isn’t a big deal, but choosing a location right opposite his— the intention was evidently very clear, targeting him and Yang Hao.

Upon learning the identity of the owner across the street, Yang Hao was extremely furious and tried to formulate a series of countermeasures.

However, Zhou Wang stopped him.

After all, what the other party presented was just normal business activities and hadn’t taken any other measures. Can you actually stop them from opening their doors and conducting business?

... From the bottom of his heart, this was actually not a bad thing for Zhou Wang. He instead hoped this Han Zechen would be more formidable and increase the stakes, so he could lose money faster, right?

But they didn’t seem to have a smooth start; at first, they seemed unable to hire any salespeople, but in the following days, somehow, they managed to pull together a sales team. Yang Hao had mentioned briefly, their sales leader is someone himself had interviewed but rejected...

As Zhou Wang parked the electric scooter, a black Range Rover with a local license plate slowly pulled up in front of him.

A short-haired young man sitting in the front passenger seat quickly got out, opened the rear door, and a somewhat flamboyant young man in a white suit emerged from the back seat— none other than Han Zechen, whose appearance Zhou Wang had memorized.

Zhou Wang stopped in his tracks, staring at him in bewilderment, unsure what this person was suddenly doing appearing in front of him.

"Zhou Wang, right?"

Han Zechen smiled, a smile that carried with it a kind of inexplicable familiarity that Zhou Wang couldn’t immediately place.

After thinking it over carefully, Zhou Wang suddenly realized.

Ah, this kind of smile...

Back then, Young Master Zhang, Huo Chengrui, He Jiang, Xue Peng, Jiang Yisen, and various other boastful second-gens, when first interacting with Zhou Wang, seemed to all wear this kind of smile.

It’s just that no one had put on this kind of subtly condescending, seemingly casual expression, commonly called an "invisible show-off," in front of Zhou Wang in a very long time, which is why he didn’t immediately recognize it.

After all, those second-gens who once showed off in front of him either permanently lost the opportunity to show off or became a part of his "nephew collection album," Zhou Wang hadn’t seen this type of smile in a long while.

"Hey, Brother Chen is talking to you, got dumb?"

Perhaps seeing Zhou Wang not react, the henchman who had opened the car door for Han Zechen started to cuss.

Zhou Wang cast a faint glance at him, not retaliating verbally, but the look in his eyes inexplicably made the henchman uncomfortable.

"What the hell are you looking at—"

"Hey, Da Qiang!"

Han Zechen waved his hand, unhappily interrupting him, "Am I the one discussing business or you? Or do you want me to let you take over?"

"Uh, Brother Chen, my bad..."

As soon as Han Zechen spoke, the young man named Da Qiang instantly chickened out, shrinking to the side.

"Sorry, they’re always talking about fights and can’t even see what age we’re in now...smoke?"

Han Zechen offered Zhou Wang a cigarette, smiling apologetically.