The Versatile Master Artist

Chapter 259 - 155: The Menzel Plan

In a chaotic country, the first bucket of gold that can make an ordinary person rich is often not very glamorous.

If he didn’t have a system.

Then... the answer doesn’t seem that hard to guess.

"If I’m not mistaken, you’re working for Brother Hao now?" As he passed by Miao Angwen, Gu Weijing asked softly.

Miao Angwen’s expression stiffened and showed a hint of surprise for a moment.

The next moment, his expression returned to normal.

What does it matter if someone figured it out,

The underworld fears the police, but it depends on one’s status. Even Koukou’s father, in front of the city godfather of Yangon, can only respectfully call him Brother Hao.

Being able to own a club worth hundreds of millions of US dollars in the most prosperous area of Yangon is not only a manifestation of wealth but also a symbol of influence.

At Brother Hao’s level, a mafia emperor,

it’s already akin to the Sicilian mafia in Italy, major arms dealers in Africa, or those top crime families on the West Coast of the United States earning hundreds of millions of dollars annually.

They have long transcended the simple concept of gangs, becoming part of the city’s operating rules, possessing both money and political influence, even being able to influence changes at the national level.

Miao Angwen didn’t reply,

he just gave Gu Weijing a sinister smile and whispered, audible only to the two of them, "Koukou can’t always show up in time, loser, you can’t afford to mess with me."

"Brother Hao? That Brother Hao?"

After leaving the green corridor, Koukou’s face showed a bit of worry for the first time upon hearing the name Gu Weijing just mentioned.

Coming from a family of police officers, Koukou of course knew who Brother Hao was.

If Miao Angwen was indeed working for Brother Hao and bore such a grudge, even Koukou felt a bit uneasy.

"Be careful on your way to and from school from now on. Try to have an elder pick you up. If it’s just a personal grudge from a small figure like Miao Angwen, it’s not a big deal. But if Brother Hao really has his sights on you, it could be very troublesome... Fortunately, we are about to go to college, so leaving Yangon soon will make the problem less severe."

Koukou muttered a few words, seeing that Gu Weijing’s face remained calm, showing no fear from the news that Brother Hao might be targeting him, as if he had already anticipated it.

"I understand, thank you."

"Hey! Come on, that’s the underworld godfather of Yangon. Shouldn’t you show a little fear?" Koukou’s tone carried a bit of displeasure.

But soon, the girl suddenly burst into laughter.

"Alright, thinking about it, it makes sense. Someone who can casually donate tens of thousands of dollars to an orphanage, even earning praises from the famous philanthropist tycoon Boss Chen for being a very compassionate young artist, Eldest Young Master Gu, naturally doesn’t need a young girl like me to worry about him."

Koukou thought that Gu Weijing indeed had little to worry about.

As fearsome as Brother Hao may be,

Her father’s words about Chen Shenglin, the person who deeply admired Gu Weijing, being also a prominent figure in the city, meant even Brother Hao had to give him some respect.

The business card Boss Chen gave to Gu Weijing should be enough for him to protect himself at a critical moment.

Thinking of this, Koukou playfully leaned against Gu Weijing’s shoulder and teasingly blew a breath onto his earlobe.

"Blah blah blah... Gu the Tycoon. Without a certain person blocking this time, seeing as I just helped you with a small favor, the gift you bring to this country girl’s birthday banquet can’t be too light. I just had my eyes on a new handbag."

The once gallant little heroine was gone, replaced by the gossiping Miss Koukou, who looked like a spotted cat wagging its tail in curiosity.

"Hehe."

Koukou’s words were cut off by a sneer from a certain person she mentioned.

Gu Weijing turned his head.

He found Mona standing not far away, her chest visibly heaving from her recent anxious run, yet her expression was extremely cold.

Mona didn’t even glance at Gu Weijing, instead, she furrowed her brows and stared intently at Koukou, who was half-leaning on Gu Weijing’s shoulder, her eyes carrying a frosty gaze.

Koukou also stared at Mona.

The two girls stood silently, just staring at each other.

In their eyes, the clash of swords seemed to be happening.

Like in an Akira Kurosawa samurai film, two equally matched warriors were poised to draw swords and hack at each other, both trying to intimidate the other with fierce gazes.

"Koukou, is this person your new prey? How many this semester? I still remember two weeks ago you said you wanted to sleep with Miss Koizumi Katsuko who transferred here. How quickly you’ve changed targets to catch a different boy. Truly shameless."

She seemed to think that even mentioning Gu Weijing’s name would soil her mouth.

The president of the student council directly replaced it with "that person."

She said, "But I can understand why a seasoned player in love like Miss Koukou, who never lacks suitors, wouldn’t stay interested for long. Those past lovers of yours only lasted two or three weeks before you got bored and dumped them."

Mona’s tone was calm, but her words carried a heavy dose of mockery, slyly attacking Koukou as a promiscuous woman without using a single vulgar word.

"Wow, so sour, where did this jealousy come from?"

Koukou sniffed and then defiantly made a face at Mona.

"I wonder who it was that explicitly said they didn’t have a boyfriend, now acting all sarcastic here? Who’s really shameless? But I do think, the boy that a certain self-proclaimed steadfast cold beauty just kicked to the curb seems quite interesting, and this older sister wouldn’t mind playing with him for a few days."