Chapter 7: Wu Zhou Corporation, The Mysterious Bloodline

In the room, Chen Song stared blankly at the balance displayed on his mobile banking app. Even now, he could hardly believe it.

Just a single sentence.

And the money was transferred, just like that?

“What are you doing? Aren’t you coming to sing with us?” At that moment, Li Hansheng, the one in charge of gathering everyone, came over to urge him. “Where’s Lu Yuan?”

Chen Song finally came to himself and recounted what had just happened, though his voice trembled a little with excitement.

“What are you thinking? Who can casually hand over half a million? Maybe Lu Yuan is just teasing you.” Having had his moment stolen earlier, Li Hansheng, who already held some grievance against Lu Yuan, warned him to be careful and not to trust too easily.

“I don’t think so,” Chen Song replied. “Because Lu Yuan really did send me a three hundred thousand deposit.”

At this, Li Hansheng was left completely stunned.

A casual transfer of three hundred thousand—enough to buy the BMW he had parked outside...

Meanwhile, Zhou Yunqiong had witnessed the entire scene. Yet her gaze lingered in the direction Lu Yuan had left, her thoughts unreadable.

At the hotel’s entrance, Lu Yuan had just stepped outside when his phone vibrated.

Two messages arrived, each from a different sender.

Manager Zhang from Rongsheng Real Estate: Mr. Lu, the contract for the farm you purchased has been finalized.

Attorney Wang: Mr. Lu, your ten-million donation has been accepted by Longhu Mountain. They invite you to visit and select a residence for yourself as a gesture of gratitude.

Everything settled?

Seeing this, a smile flickered across Lu Yuan’s face.

Although the process hadn’t been entirely smooth, in the end, everything had come together.

Without dwelling further, he headed toward the parking lot.

“Lu Yuan.”

A cool, clear voice suddenly sounded behind him.

He turned to see Zhou Yunqiong had also stepped outside at some point, accompanied by the man known as Uncle Zuo.

“Is there something you need?” Lu Yuan halted, choosing not to ignore her.

After all, this woman was by no means ordinary.

“It’s nothing.” Zhou Yunqiong stepped forward, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, drawing the sidelong glances of passersby.

She was indeed beautiful enough to attract attention wherever she went, but the man standing beside her, Uncle Zuo, was more than enough to discourage anyone from daring to approach.

Yet Zhou Yunqiong paid no heed to any of this, only speaking softly: “It’s been a year since graduation, and you’ve changed a lot compared to before.”

“The same goes for you. You never used to initiate conversation with me,” Lu Yuan replied, his tone cool and indifferent.

Hearing this, her expression shifted slightly, but she quickly responded with a faint smile. “Who can say otherwise?”

From her earliest memories, everyone had orbited around Zhou Yunqiong. Her words and her attitude were never ignored—not even her parents, who cherished her like a rare jewel.

And she had always enjoyed such attention, from childhood up through adulthood.

In her view, she could ignore others, but no one could ignore her.

Just as today, the attitude Lu Yuan—who had once been so devoted to her in university—displayed now left her unsettled.

So in the end, she decided to come out, wanting to see if his indifference was real or merely a ploy.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going,” Lu Yuan said, well aware of her intentions but utterly uninterested.

This finally caused Zhou Yunqiong to frown, though she was adept at masking her emotions. “Actually, I’ve always known that your family background was excellent, even outstanding. The reason I didn’t accept you in university was just that I felt we came from different worlds.”

At that moment, Zhou Yunqiong was eager to regain her composure, steering the conversation back to their university days.

As for Lu Yuan’s family background, she was naturally well informed.

Or rather, nothing could escape the attention of the Wu Zhou Group behind her.

“Are you finished? May I go now?” Lu Yuan had no patience for her empty words, nor anything more to say, and prepared to leave.

After years of struggling at the bottom in a world turned upside-down, enduring all manner of hardship, he had long since left such feelings behind.

“Lu Yuan!”

At last, Zhou Yunqiong could no longer contain her emotions. “I just want to leave you with one piece of advice: live well in the days to come. The future will bring countless changes. Everything you know will become strange—nothing will be as it once was.”

“Miss,”

But as she tried to continue, Uncle Zuo stepped forward and shook his head silently.

And Lu Yuan?

He did not pause, but walked on.

Yet he had heard every word she said.

“So, some people have already grasped, even confirmed, that the global upheaval is coming. The Zhou family is among them.”

“And such groups may have been preparing in secret, building their strength all along.”

Lu Yuan pondered. From her words alone, he had discerned much.

The Zhou family, and the mysterious Wu Zhou Group behind them, had appeared to be mere corporate giants in his previous life. But following the upheaval, Wu Zhou had risen rapidly, the Zhou family producing one formidable figure after another—shaking the world, unfathomably deep.

He had thought their success was simply due to the resources of Wu Zhou Group.

But now, it seemed otherwise. Otherwise, Zhou Yunqiong would not have said what she did.

Lu Yuan suspected that, like the Zhou family, many such hidden powers existed, both within the country and across the globe.

Of course,

He harbored no fear or apprehension toward any of them.

Because he possessed an advantage no one else in the world had: he knew precisely how the future would unfold.

Where treasures would appear, where fortune could be found—Lu Yuan knew it all.

As long as he seized these opportunities—

What did the Zhou family matter? What did any great power matter?

He could face them all with confidence, undaunted!

So he said nothing, got into his car, and drove away from the hotel.

“Miss, you revealed a bit too much just now,” Uncle Zuo said, unable to hide his exasperation.

“I lost my composure.” Zhou Yunqiong nodded, taking a deep breath to regain her icy calm.

In the next instant, she reverted to her former aloof, untouchable self.

“Miss, I don’t quite understand why you insist on meeting with these people. Even if you were once classmates, so what? You are fundamentally different from them. Your bloodline is the purest our family has seen in generations. When the time comes, you will stand above all others.”

Uncle Zuo considered for a moment before continuing, “Those people in the hotel—whether any of them will survive the coming days is uncertain.”

“Even if they do, the gap between them and you will only grow, beyond measure.”

His tone carried an air of absolute superiority.

“Of course I know that.” Zhou Yunqiong smiled, extending her arm.

In the sunlight, it glimmered with a faint golden radiance—almost dreamlike.

But as she withdrew her hand, the vision vanished entirely. She glanced back at the hotel and murmured, “I’m just bored lately, that’s all.”

Uncle Zuo smiled as well, but when his phone vibrated and he glanced at a message, his expression subtly shifted.

“Miss, the land the family head instructed you to buy—someone got there first for one of the locations.”

“Is that so?” Zhou Yunqiong was a little surprised. “Which one?”

“The farm on the outskirts of Wuzhou City.”