33: Chapter 33 Trying to climb the social ladder by delivering a car? The butler gives a firm rebuke!

"Twenty million?!"

Sun Lixin's voice cracked, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Lin Zhe, who was sitting at the head of the table.

In this industry, it is a matter of course for traders to receive a share of the profits.

But for this kind of short-term short-selling that led to a liquidation, if the boss gave a bonus of one or two million, they would already be considered a living Buddha.

"Think it's too little?" Lin Zhe swallowed the last bite of his shrimp dumpling and pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands.

"No, no, no! Boss, it's too much!" Sun Lixin waved his hands anxiously. "You helped me clear a three-million debt and even got rid of my bizarre streak of bad luck! How could I have the face to accept such a large bonus? If you let me work the markets every day and pay me a monthly salary of ten thousand, I'd do it!"

These words came from the bottom of his heart.

Without Lin Zhe, he would either be sleeping under a bridge right now or have been hacked into pieces by debt collectors and dumped into the river in a sack.

"Rules are rules." Lin Zhe threw the tissue on the table and stood up. "I'm not the type to make empty promises; if we make money, there's a reward. You've suffered repeated setbacks in your investments over the past few years, borrowed quite a bit from relatives and friends, and caused a lot of gossip, haven't you? Take this money back, and it will allow your parents to hold their heads high."

Sun Lixin's eyes suddenly grew hot.

A thirty-year-old man who had endured countless beatings in the workplace without ever crying, now found his eyes brimming with tears that he couldn't hold back.

For the past three years, he had lived worse than a stray dog on the side of the road.

Relatives would detour when they saw him, his ex-girlfriend pointed at his nose calling him a piece of trash that couldn't be molded, and he even had to budget carefully just to eat a bowl of instant noodles.

"Thank you, Boss!"

Sun Lixin took a sudden step back, bowed ninety degrees to Lin Zhe, his voice hoarse.

"In this life, my life is yours."

Lin Zhe didn't even change his posture while sitting in the chair.

"Alright, go to finance and get the money. I'll give you half a day off today to take care of your loose ends outside." Lin Zhe pulled out a tissue to wipe his hands. "At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I expect to see a trader sitting in the trading room with no worries left."

"Understood!" Sun Lixin wiped his face vigorously.

He turned and strode out.

When he arrived, his steps were unsteady, but when he left, his back was straight, and every step he took was heavy.

Richard stepped forward and poured half a cup of strong coffee for Lin Zhe.

"Sir, he stayed up all night last night; his body might not be able to handle it," Richard reminded him.

"Staying up late won't kill anyone." Lin Zhe picked up the coffee cup. "Earning money is more effective than any tonic."

At this moment, Richard pressed the communicator in his left ear and listened for a few seconds.

"Sir." Richard bowed slightly, interrupting Lin Zhe's coffee drinking. "The front gate guard reports that there is a heavy transport fleet outside, led by a saleswoman from the Xinghai Supercar Club named Zhou Li. She says she is here to deliver the vehicles you ordered."

Lin Zhe placed the coffee cup back on its saucer. "Let them drive in and park directly at the Fountain Square."

Richard took out his walkie-talkie and gave the order.

"Oh, that's right." Lin Zhe called out to Sun Lixin, who had just reached the restaurant door. "Your car has arrived too, go ahead and drive it."

Sun Lixin paused, turned around, and nodded heavily.

...

Outside the main gate of Yunding Mansion.

Zhou Li sat in the passenger seat of the lead Mercedes-Benz business van, her palms full of sweat.

She looked through the car window at the towering vintage iron gate ahead, and the fully armed security personnel on both sides of the gate leading riot dogs.

This was the legendary Yunding Mansion.

A place where not even a fly could usually fly in.

Last night, she had worked through the night coordinating with dealers in several surrounding cities, using all her strength to finally gather two Rolls-Royce, five top-spec Lexus LM, plus one LaFerrari and one Porsche Panamera.

A full nine transport trucks lined up in a long dragon, occupying half of the mountain road.

The gate slowly slid open to both sides.

Several security personnel in black suits stepped forward and pulled back the cordon.

"The speed limit for the convoy is fifteen, drive directly along the main road to the central square. No one is allowed to get out of the car to take pictures, and do not honk your horns indiscriminately." The deputy security captain knocked on the van's window, his tone stiff.

Zhou Li nodded profusely.

The convoy slowly drove into the mansion.

The further in they went, the more Zhou Li's heart palpitated.

Neatly trimmed huge lawns, century-old trees that several people couldn't wrap their arms around, and the pure white building in the distance that looked like a European castle.

Poverty really did limit her imagination.

What kind of heaven-defying big shot lived in this place? Was that young man who casually swiped tens of millions in the store yesterday, perhaps the illegitimate son of the richest man?

Nine flatbed trucks were lined up in a row on the spacious fountain square.

Zhou Li pushed the car door open and stepped out, her legs trembling.

There were already two rows of male servants in tailcoats standing on the square, with Richard, dressed in an exquisite butler uniform, standing at the very front.

"Miss Zhou, is it?" Richard stepped forward. "Thank you for your hard work, just hand the paperwork over to me."

How could Zhou Li dare to make such an imposing head butler run errands? She quickly took out a thick stack of documents and several exquisite car key boxes from her bag.

"It's no trouble at all! Where is Young Master Lin... Mr. Lin?" Zhou Li looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of Lin Zhe.

She had specifically gone to get her hair done today and changed into a slim-fitting suit that she thought showed off her figure best, all hoping to get a few words in with that Young Master Lin when delivering the cars.

If she happened to catch his eye, she would be set for the rest of her life.

"Sir is having breakfast and is not seeing guests." Richard took the documents in a business-like manner.

A flash of disappointment crossed Zhou Li's eyes, but she quickly hid it.

Just then, the villa door opened.

Lin Zhe walked out, wearing simple casual clothes with his hands in his pockets.

Sun Lixin followed two steps behind.

Zhou Li's eyes lit up instantly, and she stepped forward in her high heels to meet him.

She had only taken two steps when two burly overseas mercenaries stepped sideways directly, blocking her like two walls, their hands pressing directly onto the tactical belts at their waists.

Zhou Li was so scared she stopped dead in her tracks, her face turning pale, and she raised her hands.

Lin Zhe didn't even look at her and walked straight to the line of heavy trucks.

The black Cullinan, the pure white Phantom, the red LaFerrari, plus the five domineering LMs, reflected a metallic luster in the morning light that made it impossible to look away.

On the last flatbed truck was a black Porsche Panamera.

Lin Zhe reached out his hand.

Richard immediately picked out the car key with the Porsche logo from the tray and handed it over with both hands.

Lin Zhe turned around and tossed the key to Sun Lixin.

"Go on, don't let me down."

Sun Lixin caught the key.

With a twenty-million bonus in his account, a multi-million luxury car in front of him, and such an unimaginably massive backer behind him.

Sun Lixin felt his blood burning.

The humiliation he had suffered for the past three years had to be recouped with interest today.

"Don't worry, Boss! I will definitely return on time! I will not delay any important business!" Sun Lixin gripped the key tightly.