Chapter 2: Really Hit Thirty Million?

"Dad, why don't you come over for a bit? The guest is still waiting here."

Su Mu really didn't believe his father's words and glanced apologetically at the manager and the owner of the antique.

"I'm in the middle of a shareholder meeting discussing the company's IPO. I'll have my secretary transfer thirty million to you. You can solve it yourself for now and just pay them the money."

Su Ruizhi seemed to be genuinely busy and hung up the phone right after giving his instructions.

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Su Mu was somewhat speechless.

Does it have to be like this?

It's just breaking an antique worth tens of millions, right?

Now that dad knows he can't keep up the pretense, is he even planning to abandon his son?

And what shareholder meeting? Discussing what company IPO?

Since when did our family own a company?

And even more outrageous, dad said to have his secretary transfer thirty million to me?

Su Mu wanted to rebuke, to say not to mention thirty million; even if it were only thirty thousand, he reckoned his dad couldn't come up with it and would have to ask mom for it.

"Student Su, when will your father be coming over?"

The manager, having heard Su Mu call his father on the phone earlier, and seeing that Su Mu had just hung up, immediately asked with concern.

Just now, the manager and the owner of the antique had heard that Su Mu ranked among the top three in his high school exams for Huadong City.

In the manager's eyes, this Su Mu is not only a low-key rich second generation but also a super 'whiz'.

Being both wealthy and smart, naturally, the manager's attitude towards him was exceedingly good.

The middle-aged man glanced at the obviously sycophantic manager but said nothing.

However, he was slightly curious inside, considering the boy in the waiter's uniform seemed out of the ordinary.

Su Mu felt a bit awkward when he heard the manager asking him.

Dad said that Kaiman Hotel was owned by our family, but could Su Mu relay that to the manager?

Clearly, Su Mu didn't have the courage just yet.

After some thought, Su Mu decided to stick to his father's original words.

"My dad said he's in a shareholder meeting discussing the company's IPO and doesn't have time to come. He'll have his secretary transfer the money to me later."

Su Mu automatically left out the part about his dad saying he would transfer thirty million.

This, Su Mu felt, was truly preposterous and would be exposed right away.

Right now, Su Mu could only hope his dad would send him some token compensation money for the antique.

A shareholder meeting? IPO?

The manager's eyes lit up immediately, confirming his earlier judgment to be very accurate.

Not only was this Su Mu a rich second generation, but he also might be the super-wealthy kind.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but take another look at Su Mu.

Not to mention how handsome the young man was, his family was also incredibly wealthy?

Preparing for an IPO? Then what was his antique in their eyes?

"Student Su, ah, no, Student Su, why don't we go to the waiting room first? Standing in the hotel lobby like this isn't proper."

The manager's attitude towards Su Mu was already quite good, and now it was as if he were treating a VIP.

Looking at Su Mu now, he hardly seemed like someone working at the hotel.

"Sir, would that be all right with you?"

The adept manager naturally did not forget the other party involved and asked the middle-aged man politely.

Nodding, the middle-aged man also felt some wariness towards Su Mu's identity and would naturally not create any difficulty.

"No need, let's wait for my dad to transfer the money and then see how to compensate."

Su Mu refused the supervisor's "kindness".

Su Mu knew that it was his own retelling of his dad's words that had led the supervisor to misunderstand.

Not wanting to be set up for a harder fall the higher he was hoisted, Su Mu felt it was better to just wait here and see how much money his dad could really send, enough to show his sincerity in compensating.

"Student Su, there's a lot of coming and going in the hall, we should go inside and wait."

"Your father is in a meeting and might not be able to send the money for a while."

The supervisor still wanted to persuade Su Mu to enter the break room to enjoy the air conditioning and take a rest or something.

You should know, Su Mu is quite the rich young master. If due to this small incident he felt slighted, the supervisor could hardly bear the responsibility.

The middle-aged man also nodded in agreement, showing no hint of feeling neglected as the victim.

"I really don't need that."

Su Mu still declined the supervisor's offer, looking at the broken pieces of the antique on the ground, he felt it would be better to find out just how much he would owe in compensation first.

"Sir, could you tell me how much this antique is worth? I don't know how much money my dad will transfer to me."

Su Mu was very clear about his own dad's financial capabilities.

He didn't have the heart to say outright that the money his dad would send later probably wouldn't even cover a fraction of the cost of the antique.

Su Mu felt it was best to prepare himself mentally first and then have a proper discussion with the man later.

After all, the middle-aged man seemed to have a lot of class.

Maybe he would agree to let Su Mu make payments in installments.

Only, how long would it take to repay such a debt? Su Mu really had no idea.

"This is a Yellowish Colorful Brocade Vase from the Qianlong Period of the Qing Dynasty. I just won it at an auction, and it's worth ten million."

The middle-aged man explained calmly, without any trace of smugness.

Perhaps the man thought that in front of Su Mu, there was no need to boast.

With the heir of a soon-to-be-public company, who belonged to a family with such means, would he be interested in an antique worth ten million?

In any case, the middle-aged man believed that ten million should seem like pocket change to the young man before him.

Ten million?

Looking at the middle-aged man's composed face, Su Mu internally gasped in shock.

How was he going to compensate for this?

Forget ten million, even with one million.

To pay that to someone, Su Mu estimated that his parents would have to sell their two-bedroom apartment to make up the amount.

Su Mu continued to ponder how he would break this fact to the man.

Ten million, even if Su Mu was allowed to pay in installments, he wasn't sure how many years it would take to pay off.

Just as Su Mu didn't know how to start the conversation, the notification sound of a text message on his phone rang out in good time.

Summoning courage several times over, Su Mu finally took out his phone from his pocket.

Anxiously opening the screen, Su Mu was also unsure how much money his dad could have transferred.

Upon opening the text message from the bank, Su Mu could hardly believe his eyes.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million?

There were seven zeroes before the decimal point!

Did dad really transfer thirty million?

Could it be dad's secret stash?

But that can't be possible, can it?

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