Ghost Catching System-Chapter 452 - 451 The Poorest Boss_1

Zhang Qin’ai didn’t ask about the details. With Chu Hao’s current abilities, as long as no one else had a problem, she was at ease.

"Oh, by the way, Yeye from the company next door," Zhang Qin’ai said, "remember she asked for your help with her fiancé’s issue? Now that you’re back, why don’t you go take a look?"

Chu Hao said, "Yu Sicheng didn’t solve it!"

Zhang Qin’ai shook her head. "He said it’s a bit tricky and wanted to wait for your return."

"Alright, I got it."

With that, Chu Hao went upstairs. He hadn’t seen Baby Diao Chan for over ten days and missed her terribly, only to find that Baby Diao Chan wasn’t in Sanqing Pavilion.

Apart from Zhang Qin’ai, there was no one else in the entire Sanqing Pavilion. Yu Sicheng and Wang Meng had gone out on business and hadn’t returned for three days.

Ankang Mo was reportedly out renovating a branch of Sanqing Pavilion. Everyone was busy, leading fulfilling lives.

Chu Hao made a call. "Chan’er, my dear, where are you?"

Diao Chan answered, "Brother Chu, I’m with Sister Luo Yan."

Diao Chan is with Luo Yan again; I hope she isn’t picking up any bad habits.

Chu Hao quickly said, "Sister Luo Yan may be nice, but don’t take everything she says to heart."

Luo Yan, who was right beside Diao Chan, overheard and said discontentedly, "Now you’re being unfair to me, your elder sister. What harm could I possibly do to Chan’er while she’s with me?"

Damn! I was overheard by that scheming woman.

Diao Chan said cheerfully, "Brother Chu, don’t worry. Sister Luo Yan and I are studying fashion design. We plan to open a clothing design company."

My impressive Baby Diao Chan!

Chu Hao quickly asked, "Do you need money?"

"Yes."

Wow, Sis, you sure are direct.

Chu Hao said, "Alright, I’ll cover the expenses for setting up the company. How much do you need?"

"Thirty-four million!" Luo Yan chimed in from the side.

Chu Hao was speechless.

"Sister Luo Yan, that much for your first company? Are you trying to scam me?"

Luo Yan said, "Why would I scam you? Starting a company now isn’t like yours; your company basically has no costs. Ours is different. We’ve budgeted for several phases, and our goal is to be among the top one hundred national fashion design firms. Thirty-four million is actually quite modest for that."

Chu Hao said, "Okay, I’ll give it to you."

On the other end, Luo Yan said, "What do you mean ’give’ it? I’m borrowing it from you, and I’ll pay it back."

"Sure."

Chu Hao knew Luo Yan’s character; even if he genuinely offered her thirty million, she wouldn’t accept it.

However, once Chu Hao transferred the money, he realized he was broke! His entire savings, including the money from Wang Qi and everything he’d earned over this period, amounted to exactly thirty-four million. Luo Yan, you brat, can you read fortunes or something? Now he was a penniless man.

With no money left in his account, Chu Hao searched his room and eventually found a fifty-yuan bill. It had been left in a pocket and gone through the wash.

No worries, I’ll just ask Zhang Qin’ai for money; after all, I’m a boss.

Zhang Qin’ai looked helpless. "Why didn’t you ask earlier? All the money we’ve made recently was invested in opening new branches. I don’t have much either."

Zhang Qin’ai had mentioned Sanqing Pavilion opening new branches before. He hadn’t paid much attention at the time and had told her to go ahead with it.

Chu Hao asked in disbelief, "Not a single penny left?"

Zhang Qin’ai stroked her chin and asked curiously, "Are you actually short on cash?"

Chu Hao opened his mouth, then waved his hand dismissively. "Me, short of money? Brother Hao lacks for nothing, least of all money!"

Zhang Qin’ai was speechless.

Frustrated, Chu Hao called Liu Qingyan. I really don’t have the nerve to tell her I’m broke, with only a washed fifty-yuan bill in my pocket.

Liu Qingyan immediately misunderstood, thinking Chu Hao needed a large sum. "Chairman, we’re short on cash at the moment."

Chu Hao said, "Don’t we have two billion?"

Liu Qingyan replied, "It’s 2.7 billion. Including the assets in Longxi City, the total is now 4.78 billion, but it’s all in fixed assets. Ritian Group has been expanding rapidly, acquiring several companies and many shares. The expenditure has been huge. I was actually planning to call you. Ritian Group is temporarily saturated. Should we pause acquisitions and focus on development for a while?"

Chu Hao said resignedly, "You guys decide."

After hanging up, he felt quite sulky. I actually have no money!

To think, I, the chairman of Ritian Group with nearly 50 billion in assets, am now so poor that all I have left is a washed fifty-yuan bill! It’s rendered me utterly speechless.

I can’t tell my subordinates that their big boss only has fifty yuan—what would happen to my dignity!

Chu Hao took out the Pretentious Dice. Right now, it was his only means to potentially level up. He tossed it.

"Lucky Pretentiousness, engage!"

CLATTER.

The top face of the Pretentious Dice read: "Unlucky Pretentiousness."

Damn it! I’m going to have bad luck all day. I need to be careful; there are always treacherous subjects trying to harm this Emperor!

Chu Hao sighed and phoned Li Yin. "Where are you?"

Li Yin exclaimed excitedly, "You’re back? Hurry to the school! That group of challengers from the Dwarf Kingdom has all arrived."

Chu Hao said casually, "Let them wait. Come out and treat me to a meal."

Li Yin responded with disdain, "Boss, have you no shame?"

Li Yin was probably the only person Chu Hao wouldn’t hide things from, as they knew each other inside out. He said, "Let me tell you, I’m genuinely broke right now."

"Heh."

"What the devil are you ’heh’-ing about? Come out and treat Brother Hao to a meal; I’m starving."

"Alright, come to the school."

Chu Hao drove the shop’s BMW out. Even if it was an unlucky day, he couldn’t afford to lose face.

The first rule of pretentiousness: appearances matter.

On the way to the school, his phone rang. It was Zhang Qin’ai. "Did you take out the BMW?"

Chu Hao replied, "Yeah! What’s the problem?"

Zhang Qin’ai sounded exasperated. "Why don’t you take a look at the fuel gauge?"

Chu Hao glanced down and was instantly speechless; the fuel gauge was on empty. Which bastard drove this car and didn’t even refuel when it was this low!

Sure enough, the car slowly sputtered to a halt. And he was on the highway, on his way to school.

Chu Hao felt an urge to vomit blood. The bad luck is starting!

Fuming, Chu Hao tried calling Zhang Qin’ai again. The car couldn’t just be left on the highway, and the next exit was still far off.

"Your mobile phone account is overdue. Please top up to continue service."

AHHHH!!!

I’ve had enough of this!

Stranded on the highway, Chu Hao tried to hitchhike, but car after car ignored him. Then, a young man with dyed yellow hair pulled up in a convertible with a girl beside him. "Hey buddy, need a lift?" he asked.

"My car ran out of gas. Can you give me a ride?" Chu Hao replied.

"Sure thing."

Maybe the world isn’t entirely full of malice after all. Chu Hao happily walked over, ready to hop in.

But the yellow-haired guy floored the accelerator, and the car roared off. He laughed heartily, shouting back, "Idiot! Walk it yourself!"

Damn it!

Chu Hao was furious. He’d been played by some punk with yellow hair.

Fine, I’ll walk! It’s not like I can’t, right?