Vivian Zhao's Choice Between Love and Wealth Chapter 3

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, Lucas Shen felt a burning pain on his face. Then a noisy sound began to hit his eardrums, and a little light appeared in front of his dark eyes. Slowly, the light began to expand, and it became clear from blurry.

"Young Master Sun, has this guy been beaten to a pulp? Why hasn't he reacted for such a long time?"

A dark face appeared in front of Lucas Shen, and his thick lips that looked like two sausages hanging from them. The most eye-catching thing was his long flowing hair and plaid shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his chest painted with dragons and phoenixes.

Lucas Shen's first impression was that he was a transvestite, because he had an Adam's apple, green stubble on his chin, and had strong bad breath when he spoke. As for his breasts, they were probably flat because he didn't have money and didn't have surgery.

"Lucas Shen, that's enough. Stop acting like an idiot, okay?" A somewhat hysterical voice rushed into his ears.

Lucas Shen raised his still dizzy head, looked past the transvestite, and saw a very pretty girl. She had long smooth hair, light makeup on her delicate face, and pearl earrings on her small and round earlobes. Even though she was wearing a white dress with dark yellow patterns, it couldn't hide her curvy figure.

"We've broken up. Please stop bothering me, okay?" The girl clenched her fists tightly, tears streaming down her face, and she looked very aggrieved.

"Lucas Shen!" a very attractive voice said, "People living in this world should have self-knowledge. You don't even look at what you are. Vivian Zhao will graduate from college in a year and is now interning in my company. And you are simply a waste of waste. You repeated three years and failed to get into a third-rate university. What qualifications do you have to pursue Vivian Zhao? What can you give her happiness? And I graduated from Harvard Business School and am the general manager of Blue Sky Film and Television Company. Now you should know why Vivian Zhao broke up with you and chose me."

Lucas Shen shifted his gaze slightly. The person who spoke was a young man in his thirties. He was wearing a well-fitting suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He was over 1.8 meters tall and looked quite handsome and stylish. But his eyes were a little gloomy, which made people feel uncomfortable.

The young man threw a black leather bag at Lucas Shen's feet and said in a superior and aloof manner: "This is fifty thousand. I don't think you can earn that much in your lifetime. Take it as Xiaoqing's breakup fee. Get out of here and don't let me see you again."

Lucas Shen frowned, he felt this scene was very familiar. But his mind was not clear, he couldn't remember when this scene happened.

"Lucas Shen!" The girl wiped her tears with her hand, looking weak and pitiful. "I will always remember your kindness to me. Don't hate me. I just chose the life I wanted, but you couldn't give it to me."

Lucas Shen frowned more and more. Both the girl and the young man gave him a very familiar feeling, but he just couldn't remember it, as if he had lost his memory. His mind was blank. And his head began to ache. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. Finally, he gave up. He looked down at the black leather bag on the ground. According to the instinct hidden in his heart, if he didn't take the 50,000 yuan, he would be struck by lightning. So, he picked up the bag without any hesitation and turned around and left.

"Didn't you say he wouldn't take the money?" The young man's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. Fifty thousand yuan was nothing to him, just a few meals and a tip for picking up a girl. But he still felt a little unhappy to give it to that Sc*mbag.

The girl still had tears in her eyes. She looked at Lucas Shen's back and said with a sullen face, "I was really blind. How could I have fallen in love with such a man?"

The young man felt that he had lost his composure, and immediately changed his face, put his arm around the girl's shoulders, and gently comforted her: "It's better to take it, so that he won't bother you again in the future. Besides, it's worth spending 50,000 yuan to see through his hypocritical face, and you don't need to feel guilty anymore."

Lucas Shen was carrying a black leather bag, walking with his head down. The pain in his head began to intensify. He felt that he must have been beaten. The anger in his heart rushed to his head. Looking at the black leather bag in his hand, he muttered and cursed: "Damn it, when have I ever suffered such a big loss? You beat me up and thought that giving me 50,000 yuan would be enough?"

Lucas Shen lowered his head and searched for a while, and finally found a brick with cement still stuck on it at the base of the wall not far ahead, then turned around and ran back.

From a distance, Lucas Shen saw the woman and the young man getting into a car parked on the side of the road. The guy who looked like an African ladyboy had just opened the driver's door.

When there was still a distance of sixty or seventy meters, Lucas Shen swung his arm and the brick flew out of his hand like a cannonball, flying towards the guy who was suspected to be a shemale.

The guy seemed to sense something, turned around, looked up, and saw a brick whizzing down from the sky, heading straight for his head. He was so scared that his face turned pale, and he quickly raised his arms to protect his head.

Then his arm seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer. With a snap, a terrible sound of bone breaking was heard, and his arm instantly lost consciousness. After just a few seconds, unbearable pain was transmitted to the brain through the pain nerves.

"Ah!" The guy opened his mouth and let out a howl that was not a human's. He lay on the ground, holding his twisted and deformed arm, and rolled over and over.

"What's going on?" The young man hurriedly got out of the car, saw the bricks on the ground, looked up and looked around, and said gloomily: "Lucas Shen, I'm very angry now, really angry."

The woman also got out of the car, her face icy: "How could he do this?" Then she looked up and shouted angrily, "Lucas Shen, get out here, you disappoint me so much."

A sinister light flashed in the young man's eyes. He suppressed his anger and patted the woman's shoulder: "Okay, it's not worth getting angry with that kind of trash. Let's send him to the hospital first."

Watching the car drive away, Lucas Shen stood up behind a trash can not far away, and spat: "Damn, what the hell is that."

The anger was gone, my mood improved, and the headache seemed to be much relieved.

When he looked up and looked around, he was stunned. What the hell was going on? The e-donkeys that usually filled the streets were gone, replaced by bicycles. Occasionally, there were cars passing by, except for small vans, yellow vans and old Peugeots, and even a Lada with a rental light on the roof.

A Xingfu 250 motorcycle roared past him, leaving a trail of black smoke.

Suddenly, his head roared, like a reservoir opening its gates, and memories flooded into his brain. He finally remembered that the woman was Vivian Zhao, his childhood sweetheart, and in the end she chose money over love.

The man was called Ethan Sun, the son of Sun Shaodong, one of the three major entertainment tycoons in Hong Kong. He graduated from Harvard Business School and founded a film and television entertainment company in Shanghai after the reform and opening up, probably in 1991. Later, he became an important figure in the mainland and even in the Chinese entertainment industry.

"Gurgle!" Lucas Shen rolled his throat and raised his head blankly. Not far away was the county supply and marketing cooperative. On the stone wall, he could clearly see the slogans that were a little mottled due to wind and sun.

"Develop the economy and ensure supply" "Adhere to the party's basic line and do not waver for a hundred years." "Reform and opening up are good, and reform and opening up benefit the people."

Behind the supply and marketing cooperative stood a tall chimney, which was the county glass factory. He remembered that the day they broke up was the last day of 1993, when the glass factory's oil storage tank caught fire and exploded, and the burning oil flowed along the ditch, and the entire county was surrounded by flames. The fire burned all night until the morning of the next New Year's Day, when it was put out.

The cause of the fire is very surprising. It was too cold and the water tank of the tractor transporting fuel froze. The driver used an open flame to heat the water tank, which caused the fire.

When all the workers were evacuated and the headcount was counted, it was discovered that one person had not come out. Two policemen rushed into the factory without hesitation, followed by a nurse. Just a few seconds after they entered, the oil tank exploded. Since then, the three people have never been seen again, and even their bodies have not been found.

It was later learned that the worker went home for lunch and drank too much. On his way to work, he fell asleep in a pile of firewood on the side of the road.

In this way, the thriving glass factory was reduced to ashes, and the supply and marketing cooperative warehouse next to the glass factory was also burned to ashes. However, the store facing the street was not affected because of timely rescue.

At that time, due to the reform and opening up, the country gradually abolished the policy of unified purchase and sale of commodities, and individual operators emerged like mushrooms after rain. People no longer needed to rely on various tickets to buy goods. The supply and marketing cooperative was hit by the market economy and had been losing money for years. The burning of the warehouse made things worse. In order to get rid of this burden, the county decided to sell the store of the supply and marketing cooperative and the more than 3,000 square meters of land behind it for 80,000 yuan.

But 80,000 yuan was an astronomical figure in a small county in Northeast China at that time, where even households with a monthly income of 10,000 yuan were very rare. You have to know that in 1993, the housing prices in Shanghai did not exceed 1,000 yuan.

Later, the county lowered the price again and again, and finally, a pair of brothers named Liu bought the store and the land behind the supply and marketing cooperative for 45,000 yuan, which caused a sensation. However, most people laughed at the joke and thought that the Liu brothers were crazy to spend 45,000 yuan, such a large sum of money, to buy the shabby house of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Moreover, the location is not very good. Although it is right next to the main road, it is close to the river bank, which makes it cold in winter and damp in summer. Especially when it rains, as long as it rains a little harder, the rainwater will flow back into the house. A house like this, even if it is a store, is not worth 20,000 yuan, but the Liu brothers spent 45,000 yuan. How could they do this if they are not crazy?

But who would have thought that in May 1994, a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong actually came to this small county to invest and build a factory. Coincidentally, the other party took a fancy to the land next to the Hetiyuan Glass Factory, and the supply and marketing cooperative was also included in the plan.

In less than half a year, the Liu brothers sold the supply and marketing cooperative's several stores and the courtyard behind them for 180,000 yuan. This once again caused a sensation in the entire county. But this time, no one laughed at the Liu brothers, but envied them. They all slapped their heads, looking regretful. If they had known this would happen, they would have bought it for 55,000 or 85,000 yuan, not to mention 45,000 yuan, even if they had to sell everything they had. In less than half a year, they made more than 100,000 yuan by just selling it!

Lucas Shen stared into the distance with his eyes wide open, his pupils unfocused, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he felt something cold on his face, his eyeballs moved, and he raised his head slightly. At some point, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

"What the hell is going on?" Lucas Shen was still confused. Didn't I jump into the river to save people? And, it was clearly summer, how come it's winter now... Also, after I jumped into the river, something seemed to have happened, why can't I remember anything at all?"