The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 1300 - 501: "Story

Ding dong!

The elevator reached the 55th floor. Guo Nansheng pushed the food cart out and greeted everyone he met with a cheerful smile. During this process, Guo Nansheng took the opportunity to walk through the entire kitchen area, covertly scanning the corners.

"Xiao Guo, I heard from the Chef that you have good cigarettes. How about giving me one?"

"Yo, I only have four or five left. Why not just take the whole pack? I heard you don’t smoke..."

"Alright, take it then."

Guo Nansheng nodded with a smile. After the helper left happily, Guo Nansheng’s gaze unconsciously turned cold.

"Indeed, people are all the same, greedy..."

He muttered, memorizing the helper’s appearance, then put down the food cart and turned to walk through the corridor, reaching the other side of the 55th floor.

The safety door closed behind him, and what he saw was an office area not yet in use. On the wall, "Wangzhou Culture" could be seen faintly, and the "Crown & Rose" logo, plated with a special metallic layer, shimmered with a pale golden glow even in the dim light.

Guo Nansheng remembered the same position used to hold the Guo Group’s logo, which was far less ostentatious, just a simple design resembling a grass sprout.

His father always said to keep a low profile, to be discreet, as if even in the design of the group’s logo he didn’t want to be flamboyant... but what’s the use?

The truth is, when the storm comes, others won’t spare you because of your so-called "low profile."

After staring at those words for a while, Guo Nansheng walked to the window, silently waiting for the call.

...

Buzz buzz!

In the darkness, the phone began vibrating.

A moment later, the call connected, but neither side spoke right away; they just fell into silence.

After a moment of stalemate, the mature woman’s gentle laugh finally broke the silence:

"Mr. Nan, you always do this. If I don’t speak, you won’t speak... Are you being overly cautious? I’ve already told you, this is the most advanced satellite phone available now, the chance of being tapped is zero."

"Is that so?"

The man’s slightly hoarse voice sounded.

The woman paused, becoming alert: "You’re not Guo Nansheng. Who are you, and how do you have his phone..."

The man didn’t answer, only the sound of some buttons being pressed was heard, as if he were adjusting something.

Just as the woman realized something was wrong and wanted to hang up, the man’s voice finally came through:

"There’s no such thing as zero chance of being tapped... Xiao Wang, positioning to southeast 236 meters, wind is strong, location should be high in another building of the International Gold Center."

"Received, she can’t escape."

Another voice, with some electrical interference, responded immediately.

Only then did the woman realize the man’s latter sentence was not directed at her, and hurriedly hung up the call in panic.

...

Already waited five or six minutes, the anticipated call still hadn’t come. Frowning, Guo Nansheng pulled out the satellite phone from his pocket, about to check if there was a signal issue, when footsteps sounded behind him.

Guo Nansheng quickly put away the phone and turned around to see a young man emerging from the shadows, dressed in a smart suit but muttering curses.

"Damn, someone took my lighter again... Old Guo, do you have a light?"

Guo Nansheng didn’t know why Zhou Wang suddenly appeared here. Hearing Zhou Wang’s request, he instinctively took out his metal lighter.

Originally intending to light the cigarette for Zhou Wang, but the lighter was snatched by Zhou Wang. Guo Nansheng’s heart tensed, watching helplessly as Zhou Wang lit the cigarette himself.

After lighting the cigarette, Zhou Wang didn’t return the lighter, instead played with it between his fingers, which made Guo Nansheng’s eyelids twitch incessantly.

Because right above them on the ceiling, a bomb was hidden, crafted by a mad woman who paid a huge price to hire black-market experts, said to have incredible power. At such close range, if Zhou Wang accidentally touched the remote button, both would likely die instantly.

Just as Guo Nansheng was feeling at a loss, Zhou Wang suddenly spoke, "You seem very tense, your forehead is sweaty."

"Really?"

Guo Nansheng chuckled dryly, "Maybe it’s just too hot here."

Zhou Wang nodded, finally returning the metal lighter to Guo Nansheng, then walked to the window, exhaling smoke slowly into the bustling night view outside.

"I have a story here, would you like to hear it?"

Guo Nansheng, having regained the lighter, had just let out a sigh of relief when he heard Zhou Wang and was taken aback.

"What story?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"A story about how an ordinary person earned his first pot of gold domestically."

Guo Nansheng squinted, looking left and right, there seemed to be no one else in this silent space, so he nodded.

"Alright, tell it."

"About two years ago, in an online forum discussing electronic products, someone posted saying their company’s optical laboratory experienced a R&D accident, inadvertently developing a mirror with surface roughness close to atomic level... Old Guo, do you know what that means?"

"Mirage."

Calmed down, who knows when, Guo Nansheng sneered, "Core chip technology monopolized by foreign countries for so many years, how could it be developed by an accidental R&D mistake, the poster is crazy... Anyone who believes it is just a fool."