Gu Anxi laughed, leaning over to hug his head. "Goodbye, Uncle."
She ran out, got into the white sports car, and drove off swiftly.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a tall building.
An Pu Investment Company.
Gu Anxi got out of the car and took the elevator to the top floor.
In the office, a refined-looking man was already waiting. When he saw Gu Anxi, he immediately stood up and greeted her softly.
Gu Anxi asked coolly, "The painting?"
Zhou Yunchen retrieved the painting and carefully unwrapped it. "It’s right here, safe and sound."
Gu Anxi looked at him.
Zhou Yunchen smiled. "Not a penny more was spent; everything was done according to your instructions, President Gu."
Gu Anxi nodded. "How are the preparations for the auction in a few days?"
Zhou Yunchen took out a tablet. "An Pu Investment currently has ample funds; we already have over eight hundred million on the books. Securing ’Bishui Yuntian’ shouldn’t be an issue. However, I am worried about the Qin family. They’re having some cash flow issues. I’m afraid they might resort to desperate measures and borrow funds from the bank. What should we do then?"
"You don’t need to worry about that." Gu Anxi gave a faint smile. "On that day, all you need to do is keep outbidding the Qin family. Drive the price as high as possible..."
Not only did she want the Qin family to fail in securing ’Bishui Yuntian’, she also wanted to publicly expose their financial distress, suppress them further, and let the butterfly effect take its course...
Zhou Yunchen looked at his boss and nodded slightly. "Understood."
Then, he asked quietly, "How is Old Gu doing?"
Zhou Yunchen, a U.S.-educated finance elite, had been personally mentored by Gu Yuntian. But by the time he returned, the Gu family had already fallen. This remained true until Gu Anxi came back and established An Pu Investment.
Initially, he had been worried. Gu Anxi was just a 20-year-old young woman. Could she truly succeed?
But An Pu Investment had grown from a start-up capital of one million to an entity with a continuous influx of funds. After working with Gu Anxi, he discovered her mind was incredibly sharp. As long as she wished, she could rake in vast sums of money daily. Her abilities far surpassed what he had learned in eight years of studying finance.
Zhou Yunchen was fiercely loyal to Gu Anxi!
Before, it was gratitude for the Gu family’s kindness; now, it was complete admiration.
At his question, Gu Anxi lowered her gaze and said softly, "One day, Dad will wake up."
Gu Anxi stayed for only about half an hour before leaving and driving back to Yunxi Hospital.
Bo Xichen had already finished his work and seemed to be waiting for her.
Seeing Gu Anxi return with a painting in her hand, he smiled. "Is that your painting?"
"Yes," Gu Anxi said, holding it up slightly. "It’s a gift for Father Bo."
Bo Xichen reached out and took it, a gentle smile on his face. "My father has been longing for this painting."
With that, he placed the painting in the car for her, then drove her back to the Gu residence.
「The Gu family villa.」
Bo Xichen’s parents had been staying in Qingcheng for a few days. Since they were practically family, they moved directly into the Gu family’s villa. Wang Keru spent her days accompanying Mrs. Bo on shopping trips and to beauty salons, but Mrs. Bo only wanted to dote on her little sweetheart, Anxi.
"I mean, it’s one thing for Xichen to be a doctor," Mrs. Bo said, "but dragging Anxi into his experiments every night? No wonder the girl is getting thinner. This won’t do. I need to go check on them."
Hearing this, Wang Keru naturally tried her best to stop her, stammering, "The two kids are... they’re having tutoring sessions." Fresh chapters posted on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Mrs. Bo was puzzled. "Anxi’s grades are excellent. What does she need tutoring for?"
Grandma Chen, on the sidelines, mentally applauded: Now this is a perceptive woman!
It only took Mrs. Bo a few seconds to grasp the true meaning of "tutoring," leaving her stunned.
After all, it was her own son taking advantage of the girl, so she couldn’t really say much.
Those two rascals! she fumed inwardly.