Stolen Life of the Poor Girl, Top Luxury Family's Group Favor

Chapter 178

Following what Sheng Yuxiao had once said to Zhou General.

Li Xiaoya readily complied and said, "I need to be provided with the current shareholder situation of the hotel, its operational status, and financial statements."

Well, well.

It actually sounded like she was serious?

The hotel owner was stunned once again.

Sheng Yuxiao couldn't help but smile behind her.

Old Mr. Zhang also laughed in surprise. Good, good, good! His granddaughter was really something!

She would invest, and he would provide the money.

"Um... excuse me, let me interrupt for a moment." The hotel owner had seen enough of the world not to directly accuse Li Xiaoya of joking with him.

He rubbed his fingers somewhat awkwardly.

The shadow of past failed investments had robbed him of the vigor he had in his youth.

"This amount of money would require... at least 100 million."

After saying this, he was the first to show an embarrassed expression. This way, the other party wouldn't feel awkward.

Old Mr. Zhang was stunned: "That's quite a lot..."

The Chief Inspector thought to himself that they probably couldn't come up with that much.

Especially someone like Old Mr. Zhang, who had status and real estate, but not that much cash flow...

Sheng Yuxiao thought they could sell a few watches...

Li Xiaoya spoke up: "Wait, let me make a phone call."

She first called Wei Wenqing: "Little Uncle, do you still have money?"

A mechanical voice answered from the other end: "Yes, how much do you need?"

The mechanical voice always sounded cold, but the words it spoke would make anyone who heard them feel incredibly warm!

Li Xiaoya counted on her fingers: "I need 100 million, I'll try to gather it from various sources."

"Cash flow is a bit tricky, it will take some time."

"Oh, okay."

Since it wasn't very convenient for Little Uncle to talk, Li Xiaoya quickly ended the call.

Then she thought for a moment and called Wei Wenjuan.

Wei Wenjuan also answered quickly, with the sound of wind rushing through on the other end, as if he was on the sea.

"Uncle, do you still have money?" Li Xiaoya got straight to the point, not being polite at all.

"Yes, how much do you need?"

"I need to gather 100 million."

"That will require some procedures, otherwise, cross-border transfers of large amounts might lead to frozen accounts."

"Oh, then I'll call you again when I need it, Uncle."

"Alright."

"When are you coming back, Uncle?"

"I'm not sure yet... Do you miss me?"

"Mm-hmm."

Wei Wenjuan chuckled on the other end: "Then I'll try to come back earlier."

He slowly put away his phone, turned his face, and his expression returned to a gloomy look.

...

Li Jiang had been "disappeared", put on an ocean-going cargo ship that very day.

His body could hardly withstand the torment of the sea, but there was always someone by his side.

That person seemed to be a professional doctor, keeping him alive at all times.

Until now, when he was thrown onto the deck, curling up in pain and discomfort.

Could he finally die?

He just wanted to die now, only wanted to die!

But when he raised his head, he met Wei Wenjuan's gloomy face.

Just like... a demon crawling out of hell.

"So it was you, you bastard." Wei Wenjuan twisted his lips, "I'll torture you well, won't let you die so easily..."

"Who are you..."

"I'm Wenyu's brother, Xiaoya's uncle."

Wei Wenjuan said: "Pull out a few of his teeth first."

"What do you want to do? Illegal detention, beating, it's against the law..."

"So you really don't know what Wenyu's family actually does, huh?"

What do they do? Aren't they just wealthy overseas Chinese... right?

As the screams began, Wei Wenjuan was still muttering to himself: "What should I do? I don't want to leave just yet, still want to torture him slowly. But I also miss Xiaoya, and Xiaoya misses me too..."

On this end, after hanging up the phone, Li Xiaoya put away her phone and said: "Alright, no problem. But, you need to prove your value to me first, so where are the things I asked for?"

Huh?

Huh???

The hotel owner looked left and right: "This..." Just two phone calls and it's done? It really sounds like the kind of boasting you hear!

Old Mr. Zhang was also a bit surprised: "You have two uncles?"

Li Xiaoya nodded.

"They didn't ask what you needed it for?" This question came from the Chief Inspector.

"Mm." Li Xiaoya paused, then said: "My uncles always want to give me everything, they're a bit silly, so I need to protect them well."

The hotel owner opened his mouth, thinking to himself that he'd like three dozen of such silly uncles.

Old Mr. Zhang then asked softly: "Can Grandpa protect them together with you?"

Li Xiaoya pressed her lips together, looking at him without speaking.

Old Mr. Zhang knew what she was still worried about.

It's rare for a child to persist to this extent...

Suddenly, Old Mr. Zhang's phone rang.

He answered it, then made a "shh" gesture.

The call was from the authentication agency.

"Mm."

"Mm, okay, I understand."

"Alright, thank you, you've worked hard."

After the brief conversation, Old Mr. Zhang looked back at Li Xiaoya: "Xiaoya, is it okay now?"

Even Qin Sui could hardly contain his excitement, asking: "You mean..."

"The kinship has been confirmed." Old Mr. Zhang tried to control himself, but his eyes still reddened.

He stared intently at Li Xiaoya and asked: "Now, can you feel at ease calling me Grandpa?"

Li Xiaoya's tightly wound heart finally relaxed.

"Grandpa," she called him.

Old Mr. Zhang's lips trembled slightly, wanting to cry, yet also wanting to smile.

He hugged Li Xiaoya tightly: "It's a pity, I'm old now, can't lift you up high anymore. Xiaoya, let's go! We're going back to Jin City! I want to throw a party for you, and if possible, meet with your maternal grandfather's side of the family. If we can hold a funeral for your father and mother together, no, let's call it a wedding, that would be even better..."

Old Mr. Zhang rattled on and on in one breath.

The hotel owner stood there, dumbfounded.

Wait, so I... so this meeting is over?

What about the investment?

All that build-up and then nothing?

Li Xiaoya left hand in hand with Old Mr. Zhang.

The two of them got into a car alone.

"They probably have things to discuss, let's take the other car," the Chief Inspector said, pointing to a Land Rover nearby.

In this car, Li Xiaoya asked softly: "Does Grandpa really want to protect my uncles with me?"

"Your father was a smart and upright person. How could he not have noticed if your mother was hiding something? He was working in a special department, and if what your mother concealed involved national security or the mission he was executing... he absolutely wouldn't have been so tolerant. If he let it go easily, it means that what your mother hid was, in his view, insignificant."

"Everyone has their own unavoidable circumstances. Your father could only use an alias in public because that was the military's requirement. Does that mean he harbored ill intentions towards your mother?"

"Neither of them wronged the other."

"Your mother protected you very well... She protected her love with Xinian, and gave Grandpa new hope."

"So Grandpa should also protect the people your mother loved with you, right?"

That was what her mother had always worried about, to the point where she didn't dare marry her father. It was also what she worried about, fearing that her maternal grandfather and paternal grandfather would be at odds, and that she would be forced to choose between them...

But now...

There's no need to worry anymore.

Li Xiaoya nodded firmly: "Yes!"

"Have you seen a marriage certificate? When we get back, we'll make one for your mother and father."

"Great!"

Mom, you and Dad are getting married!

You'll receive the approval and blessings of all your family and friends!

"Wait, I need to make a few calls first." Old Mr. Zhang's eyes sparkled.

He first called his secretary, speaking mysteriously like a child: "Guess what great news I have?"

"Chang'e-2 was successfully launched?"

"No, not that! You can't guess, can you?"

"Well, why don't you tell me, what is it?"

"I'm not telling you yet."

"?"

Old Mr. Zhang went on to harass all his old comrades and subordinates in this manner.

"That feels good," he said.