Soul Metamorphosis

  The next day, Wang Zhengyu got up early and rushed to Ho Kwok-bong's office after a quick wash-up, but unexpectedly found no one there. However, he seemed to hear some noise coming from downstairs. Rushing down to take a look, he found that Ho was already working out in the company's designated fitness area.

  "So early?" Wang Zhengyu looked at the time and it was only 6:30. This guy wouldn't even get out of bed before 10 o'clock when he was in school.

  "Heh heh, new... life, has to start from... new habits!" Ho Guangbo, who was doing sit-ups, panted heavily and replied: "Right, is the software done?"

  "I've put the USB drive on your office desk. I'm about to head out and go home directly, have you understood what needs to be taken care of?" Wang Zhengyu asked.

  Huo Guangbo climbed up from the fitness equipment and nodded: "You can rest assured to go about your business, everything in the company is fine with me here!"

  "Hmm!" Wang Zhengyu nodded, and from the fact that Huo Guangbo had actively changed his lifestyle, it could be seen that he was indeed very concerned about company matters. He was about to leave directly, but just as he turned around, he remembered something and turned back to instruct: "By the way, the big bed in the office suite is quite comfortable, but you must not bring your girlfriend to the company to mess around! It's not good for the image!"

  "Rubbish! Am I that kind of person?" Huo Guangbo said discontentedly.

  Wang Zhengyu shook his head and sneered, "Yes, you're not that kind of person, you're just a lone wolf!" As for Huo Guangbo's romantic affairs, Wang Zhengyu had heard too many to be polite to him.

  "Hmm, this nickname is pretty good, but I didn't mean it that way. What I meant was, am I the kind of person who's too stingy to even rent a hotel room?" Huo Guangbo said shamelessly.

  Wang Zhengyu retreated in defeat. For a slightly melancholic and sentimental guy like him, having a brother like Huo Guangbo was the greatest misfortune. So he immediately prepared to leave, but was stopped once again by Huo Guangbo behind him.

  "By the way, let me ask you something. Do you think a handsome and wealthy man like myself would attract more beautiful girls by reading 100 books or having six-pack abs?" Ho Guangbo asked with a serious tone.

  Wang Zhengyu remained silent for a long time before responding, "I think you should exercise your abs instead. The fact that you can come up with such a question shows that you're truly not suited for reading books!"

  After finishing, Wang Zhengyu ignored the cheap person behind him and walked towards the upstairs, adding as he walked: "Boss, listen to me, never run outside with other people's problems, it's embarrassing. Ugly appearance can be corrected by plastic surgery, but low IQ is incurable, and there's no brain damage pill invented yet!"

  ……

  As he walked out of the company gate, the cool breeze suddenly refreshed Wang Zhengyu's spirit.

  Saying goodbye to the busy work, the problem that Wang Zhengyu was about to face was in front of him. How could he persuade that old man with a strong literary temperament to agree to his withdrawal from school?

  Of course, compared to the old man's literary and artistic temperament, Wang Zhengyu is more afraid of the old man's fist. In his opinion, the domineering aura revealed by his father when he starts throwing punches is absolutely a hundred times cooler than his own self-proclaimed literary and artistic temperament.

  Although the old man had not laid a hand on him for many years, when Wang Zhengyu refused to let him drop out of school, which in his father's eyes was an absolutely unforgivable request, would he become so excited that he regained his youth and practiced his fists on him.

  After much consideration, Wang Zhengyu finally decided to still rely on money to get things done!

  No choice, now except for money he also doesn't have anything else that can be taken out. Otherwise, he couldn't think of any other way to get his old man to agree to let him give up his studies and go start a company.

  What's most important is that his greatest ideal at this stage is to use a huge amount of money to overwhelm his future father-in-law, and it wouldn't be bad to start by practicing on his own old man.

  Although the difficulty coefficient between the two is not on a completely different level, the way of throwing money must also be worlds apart, but at least the two things still have something in common.

  For example, they are all spending money, for example, they are all for their own future most important things, career and women.

  So all along the way, Wang Zhengyu was calculating how much money would be suitable to spend.

  He was afraid that if he did it too much, he would scare the two old people, and if he did it too little, he wouldn't achieve the desired effect.

  After deducting 32 million in special income tax from the 200 million earned by Xu Yihong, there is still 168 million left. In addition, he also has 4 million earned from participating in the Chinese Medicine Arena Competition, which is his current personal property.

  After careful consideration, Wang Zhengyu decided to take out a 3 million card and add 400,000 cash.

  Throwing cash has a greater visual impact, enough to shock the two elderly people into listening to their own account of events, and a 3 million card as a guarantee makes them believe that even if they drop out of school, they can still live a life worth hundreds of millions.

  First, he arrived at the ticket office near the school and booked a train ticket for the day. Then, he went to the supermarket to buy a special backpack for carrying cash. Wang Zhengyu was excitedly rushing to Hua Xia Bank when he encountered his first setback of the day.

  Huaxia Bank, as the largest state-owned bank, naturally has a lot of people, but only two windows are handling business.

  Wang Zhengyu held the card his father had helped him apply for, which was specifically used to store living expenses. He lined up for nearly 40 minutes and finally sat down in front of the bank counter. The female clerk inside was busy calculating accounts with her head down, but when he handed over the card and said he wanted to withdraw 400,000 yuan, she glanced at his card and then directly returned it to him. She opened her mouth and said: "Sorry, yesterday the bank did not receive a large withdrawal appointment from ordinary customers!"

  "Do I need to make an appointment just to withdraw some money?" Wang Zhengyu blurted out awkwardly.

  For a young man who had never had the opportunity to withdraw large amounts of cash even a month ago, Wang Zhengyu really did not know that banks had this regulation.

  "Of course, you need to make an appointment! Do you think the bank is your own home? Is cash always ready for you at any time?" The female teller finally raised her head and took a glance at Wang Zhengyu's messy attire.

  Obviously this MM's mood is not very good today, or Wang Zhengyu's problem is really stubborn, unlike the polite clerks that Wang Zhengyu usually encounters, and his words are a bit choking.

  Wang Zhengyu is a very reasonable person.

  When he learned that the bank had this regulation, he began to think in his heart whether to find Huo Guangbo to think of a way to get the 400,000 cash.

  But when he heard the counter MM say such impolite words, Wang Zhengyu felt uncomfortable.

  After all, he is also a company boss with assets of hundreds of millions, and Wang Zhengyu's mentality has also changed unknowingly.

  Maybe he was used to being spoken to in such an impolite manner, Wang Zhengyu just smiled and let it go, making an appointment before turning his head and leaving.

  But now Wang Zhengyu doesn't think so.

  So he just smiled politely and asked: "May I make a reservation now?"

  "Book tomorrow to withdraw 400,000? Just call the hall and ask for the general manager!"

  "No, I'd like to make an appointment for tomorrow to withdraw the remaining 17.2 million from my card. Please prepare the cash in advance."

  "I'll come back later! By the way, may I ask, according to your bank's regulations, if I think your counter service is not good, can I make a complaint?"

  Then Wang Zhengyu saw the most expressive face he had ever seen in his life. From distrust, confusion, to surprise, astonishment, and finally becoming polite and respectful.

  "As expected, the real movie emperors are indeed among the common people!" Wang Zhengyu secretly sighed to himself.

  ……

  The matter ended with a bank manager personally inviting Wang Zhengyu to the VIP room, where he coordinated and met all of Wang's demands. Moreover, the manager replaced Wang's bank card with a VIP card and even asked if Wang needed police escort when leaving the bank.

  Everything seemed perfect, but it stirred up a storm in Wang Zhengyu's heart. All the way home on the bus, Wang Zhengyu was still thinking about this problem.

  What does money represent? His idea seems to be getting closer and closer to some rich people's psychology.

  He exposed only a few million, if this number is multiplied by ten, hundred, thousand or even ten thousand times, what would be the attitude of those people?

  He even felt that his previous thoughts might have been too naive and simple. Having money absolutely does not just represent a lifetime of food and clothing, nor does it represent luxurious food and clothing, but also represents the social recognition, respect he can get, and enjoy many more resources and services beyond ordinary people.

  Of course, in Wang Zhengyu's view, since they have enjoyed more privileges, they should also take on more responsibilities.

  But all of these are not the point, the key is the feeling of being recognized and respected by others, it's great!

  Compared with many people who are wealthy but not benevolent, Wang Zhengyu's mentality is still quite naive and simple.

  But for the young man, this was a profound transformation of his soul, taking another big step on the road to maturity. More importantly, when he figured it out, Wang Zhengyu was filled with confidence in persuading his parents.