Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 739 - 547: Unyielding

Chapter 739 -547: Unyielding

Chen Pingsheng had imagined many scenarios.

The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was Zhang Tao jumping off a building.

He had met his now ex-wife back when Tengsheng Fruit was just starting out.

At that time, none of them had money, and suddenly, within a year, they were earning hundreds of thousands, even millions. Every single person was ecstatic.

His ex-wife’s name was Zuo Yao. Back in college, she worked part-time as a real estate agent.

It was during that time that she met Zhang Tao, who bought a four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment from her in full payment.

Perhaps, in Zuo Yao’s mind, what moved her was never love—it was Zhang Tao’s wealth.

Regardless, Zhang Tao and Zuo Yao were married for five years, during which Zhang Tao respectfully called him “Brother Chen” for five years.

When the divorce lawsuit began, Chen Pingsheng actually called Zuo Yao.

To his surprise, Zuo Yao was crying so heavily that she was even willing to give up custody of the children, as long as she could secure the assets.

Hearing this, Chen Pingsheng decided not to interfere further.

After all, he was an outsider, and in his mind, even if Zhang Tao lost the lawsuit or squandered his entire three billion investments,

as long as Zhang Tao wanted to—and as long as he could meaningfully reflect on his mistakes—

Chen Pingsheng would undoubtedly give him a few billion to start over again. After all, to him, a few billion wasn’t a big deal.

The only thing he hadn’t expected was Zhang Tao taking his own life.

Leaving in such an unseemly manner. Business is like war; ups and downs are normal.

Precisely because of this, he couldn’t persuade Zuo Yao, nor could he leverage his resources to take on a woman who had respectfully called him “Brother Chen” for five years.

Thus, he had refused to help.

He merely wanted Zhang Tao to learn from this experience—he had never imagined it would cost Zhang Tao his life.

April 27th, rain.

The entire Tengying Group management set out for the Capital City—Gao Hu, Yang Qian, Chu Qiuyan, and even Zhao Liying and Yang Mi all rushed to the Capital for Zhang Tao’s funeral.

No matter how grand the funeral was, it was still just a funeral.

It couldn’t provide any further solace to the deceased, nor could it bring Zhang Tao’s parents to forgive the rest of them.

As more and more reporters arrived, digging for news and information,

Chen Pingsheng directly cleaned up all recent negative news surrounding Zhang Tao.

For this, he spared no expense or resources.

He even removed Zhang Tao from the storm of Zhang Jingwen’s scandal, distancing him from the vortex of public opinion.

No matter what he did, though, he couldn’t face the helpless gaze of Zhang Tao’s two children, who had lost their father.

Once, they roamed the streets of the Capital together, selling goods on tricycles, eating New Year’s Eve dinner, dreaming of buying houses.

When all of it was finally realized, they found that keeping the wealth was far harder than acquiring it.

When they had nothing, every thought revolved around a single goal: making money, working hard, scrambling to earn more.

Pure and simple.

But once they had money, society transformed from one focused on survival and basic needs

into one rampant with materialism, full of temptations of power, money, and beautiful women.

Many times, it wasn’t that they wanted to drift apart—it was that none of them had prepared for what came next.

Gao Hu was like this, and Zhang Tao had been this way when it came to Zhang Jingwen.

When Zhang Jingwen, a well-mannered and educated young lady born into a good family, knelt on the bed calling him “Daddy,”

Chen Pingsheng believed that was the moment when Zhang Tao began to change.

He stopped being grounded and forgot that he was still a father to two children.

In any case, the dead were gone. Chen Pingsheng would handle Zhang Tao’s final affairs.

He couldn’t blame Zuo Yao, just as he couldn’t forgive himself for refusing Zhang Tao a meeting back then.

Chen Pingsheng gave her two choices: one was to leave the Zhang Family with 270 million; whether she remarried or anything else, he would not care.

But her two children must be handed to Zhang Tao’s parents, and he would personally take them to the Magic City.

Zhang Tao’s two children would be cared for by him for the rest of their lives.

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The second option was that she would never marry again, living a stable life and raising Zhang Tao’s two children until they turned eighteen. He would ensure Zuo Yao lived a life of wealth and prosperity.

He would never allow Zhang Tao’s two children to call another man “Dad.”

That was his bottom line.

Zuo Yao hadn’t expected Zhang Tao’s death; all she wanted was to fight for her own interests and security.

Zhang Tao’s passing was an accident for everyone.

Whether it was his brothers or his ex-wife Zuo Yao, grief overshadowed everything else in this moment.

As for the choices Chen Pingsheng had laid out—to leave with the money,

or to raise the children—the seemingly simple decision was agonizing for Zuo Yao.

Because she realized that ever since marrying Zhang Tao, she had lost herself in this life.

And now, she wanted her own life, to leave with the money.

As for their two children, they would be taken to the Magic City and raised by Zhang Tao’s parents.

That might be the best outcome, but also the result that would satisfy no one.

Because the children would lose not only their father, but also a mother who could always be there to watch them grow up.

Chen Pingsheng returned to the old rented house in Beixin’an—this was where their dreams had taken flight.

It was also the place where they had lived together for four or five years.

Chen Pingsheng poured a cup of alcohol onto the floor: one cup for Zhang Tao, one cup for himself.

Chang Fu brought Gao Hu along to see him. Among the four brothers, Zhang Tao was gone, Gao Hu had fallen to the streets and started selling fried rice.

Only he and Chang Fu hadn’t undergone too many changes.

“How are you doing now?” After several years, this was his first time asking Gao Hu.

Gao Hu smiled and said, “What else? I’m stronger than Taozi. It’s better to live miserably than to die.”

“Do you think Dan Chun might forgive you?”

“I haven’t thought about it. I still owe tens of billions. I wouldn’t dare drag her and her son down anymore.”

Chen Pingsheng nodded. “Maybe you’ve turned over a new leaf, or maybe you’d revert after gaining money. Either way, we grew up together. I’ll have Zhang Wanyi buy you an apartment beneath Dan Chun’s building, and I’ll give you twenty million in cash. I hope you cherish it.”

“You’re giving me money—what will my creditors say?”

“If they have a problem, tell them to come to me.”

Chen Pingsheng left, and Gao Hu cried bitterly. The only thing he had over Zhang Tao was that he was still alive.

Yet Taozi had jumped to his death.

He didn’t owe tens of billions—why was he more desperate?

Fate played cruel games, launching them into sudden wealth before they were ready for it.

It refused them a chance to start over.

Zhang Tao was gone—whether out of guilt or something else,

Gao Hu still received help from Chen Pingsheng. Gao Hu was certain that if Zhang Tao hadn’t ended things so abruptly,

his brother’s life wouldn’t have been too bad after all.

No matter what, they had a brother named Chen Pingsheng.

Old Chen would never let them live too terribly. At the very least, he’d ensure a moderately comfortable life.