Chapter 125: I Am the Villain

"They call her a princess, but she's really just a fallen princess. Her mother has no status in the Zheng family, she's just like a concubine."

"The Zheng family has over a thousand billion in assets, and they only gave her an electronics factory."

"She's just a student who recently came back from studying in the U.S., so what if she has a high education? She has no experience and is trying to push reforms. Li, you need to hold the line."

"Zheng Guan... what a terrible name."

"What do you mean, 'Zheng Guan'? It's 'Zheng Guanti,' with the 'ti' sound."

...

In the afternoon, Zhao Chunming went to the Tianshui Tea House to drink tea. Chen Hansheng secretly placed a recorder in his briefcase and ended up getting quite a lot of useful content when he listened to it afterward.

"Zheng Guanti."

Chen Hansheng muttered the name to himself and searched for it on Baidu. To his surprise, the search results were blocked or restricted.

He searched for "Zheng family" next, but the results didn't yield much. The most recent news mentioned a dispute between the third branch of the family and media coverage regarding their asset valuation.

All of this felt distant to Chen Hansheng, a regular person, unable to understand the deeper meaning behind it.

*Click, click.*

Chen Hansheng fiddled with his lighter, wondering when the best time would be to release the recording.

Turning around, he noticed Shen Youchu was staring at him. Their eyes met, and she awkwardly looked back down to continue reading.

"What are you staring at, you idiot?" Chen Hansheng said gruffly.

Shen Youchu, confused, looked up at him in surprise.

Chen Hansheng, feeling playful, dragged his chair closer and nudged her leg with his own. Although it was night, and there weren't many students passing by, Shen Youchu moved her leg away, not wanting to be affectionate in public.

Chen Hansheng didn't give up, moving closer again, causing Shen Youchu to shift her leg once more. In the end, he sat sideways on his chair, leaning against her.

She had no choice but to gently push him away with her hand. "No, don't do that."

Chen Hansheng smiled, stopping his actions, but then mischievously reached over and took off Shen Youchu's mask.

Under the dim light, her soft and rosy face appeared, and though she pouted slightly in displeasure, she didn't dare speak up.

Just as Chen Hansheng was about to tease her more, the school security guard walked over and said, "Boss Chen, there are two people outside looking for you. They say they're your fellow townsmen."

Since the 101 Entrepreneurship Base had started, deliveries frequently came through the campus gates. Chen Hansheng had already "bought off" the security guards, jokingly called "Boss Chen" by them.

Chen Hansheng was surprised. "Why didn't they just come in? There's no registration needed at the school anymore."

The security guard explained, "They don't look like students, and one of them has dyed yellow hair, so we stopped them."

"Yellow-haired fellow townsmen?" Chen Hansheng suddenly had an idea of who it might be, though he wasn't sure. He stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

When he reached the door, it turned out to be Zhang Wei Yu, the "Spear," and Zhang Wei Lei, the "Spear Press," both of whom looked a little worn out. Their lips were cracked and their hair covered in dust.

"Hansheng..." Zhang Wei Yu's voice was hoarse.

Chen Hansheng didn't say anything and waved for them to enter the school. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the security guard. "Thanks."

The guard smiled at the pack of Su cigarettes. "You're too polite, Boss Chen."

"Didn't I give you my phone number the other day? Why didn't you call?" Chen Hansheng asked Zhang Wei Yu.

"We didn't have money to make a call," Zhang Wei Yu replied softly. "We ran away from the factory, didn't even get our wallets."

Chen Hansheng raised an eyebrow. "A black market factory?"

"No, it was a legitimate one," Zhang Wei Yu cleared his throat. "But there was a fight."

As they walked, Zhang Wei Yu explained. They had come to a factory in Pukou, Jianye, after the New Year, things went smoothly at first, but Zhang Wei Lei had a bad temper. He got into an argument over housing, and it escalated into a fight. The other side had a lot of people, and even though the two brothers were good fighters, they couldn't win. Zhang Wei Yu didn't want to fight back, and they were forced to flee the factory.

They had nowhere to go in Jianye and, without money, couldn't find a place to stay. Zhang Wei Yu remembered Chen Hansheng and decided to reach out to him.

After Shen Youchu returned with some bread, Chen Hansheng asked her to head back to the dorm.

Zhang Wei Yu, a little embarrassed, accepted the bread. Their situation was really miserable.

"So, what are you planning to do next?" Chen Hansheng asked, lighting a cigarette.

"We don't know," Zhang Wei Yu replied. "We're not sure what to do next."

Chen Hansheng studied them for a moment, then looked at the recorder's contents before saying, "If you want to go back to the port city, I can give you some bus fare. If you want to stay, I can help you find a job."

"I'm not going back," Zhang Wei Yu said firmly. "Since I've decided to leave, I don't want to go back."

"What about you?" Chen Hansheng asked, turning to Zhang Wei Lei.

Zhang Wei Lei didn't want to ask for help but had no other options. He gritted his teeth. "I'm not going back either."

"Alright, I'll help you out," Chen Hansheng said, then suddenly added, "But I'm a bit of a tyrant. If you're in my territory, you'll have to listen to me. So, Zhang Wei Lei, you need to shave off that yellow hair."

"Why should I?" Zhang Wei Lei stood up angrily, tossing the bread aside. "Chen Hansheng, I know you're just targeting me. You can't keep me here if I don't want to stay. Let's go, bro."

Zhang Wei Yu looked uncertain, glancing at his brother.

Chen Hansheng looked at the crumbs on the ground, walked over, and picked up the bread. "Your brother respects you, but doesn't fear you. If he doesn't fear anyone in the world, he'll just cause more trouble."

Zhang Wei Yu remained silent, and the situation was indeed as Chen Hansheng described.

Chen Hansheng patted his shoulder. "Let me be the villain."

"What are you going to do? He already left." Zhang Wei Yu was stunned.

"He won't leave," Chen Hansheng smiled. "The business school is my territory."

He picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, security? This is Chen Hansheng from 101. Just now, a guy with yellow hair stole 200 from me. Please hold him."

"If he resists..." Chen Hansheng looked at Zhang Wei Yu, smiling. "Beat him up badly."