Ancestral Wealth Inheritance System

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"Sir, do you have the wrong person?" Compared to the bewildered look on Ding Minghui's face, the expressions on Fu Zi's parents and Meng Xiaoyang were even more dramatic. What did the driver of that Rolls-Royce just call Ding Minghui? Mr. Ding?

Everything Ding Minghui wore from head to toe did not exceed 200 yuan. He was not even qualified to be a driver of that car, let alone deserving of being called "Mr. Ding."

Yet the driver didn't even glance at them and continued speaking to Ding Minghui, "Mr. Ding, you forgot, this afternoon you have a project to discuss with Zhiteng Technology, and the head of Zhiteng Technology is expected to come over this afternoon!"

"Zhiteng Technology?" Meng Xiaoyang could hardly conceal his astonishment. Zhiteng Technology was not some obscure small business; while it was still a very young company, it dominated Jiangnan City's gaming industry.

Getting into Zhiteng Technology was almost every graduate's dream. Even a regular graduate would need to have their abilities recognized and earn at least a 200,000-yuan annual salary, with many earning millions after three to five years!

However, Zhiteng Technology's threshold was not low. Ding Minghui had applied for a position there before but was rejected at the final interview. Yet the person in front of him, whom he had looked down upon, was going to discuss business face-to-face with Zhiteng Technology's head today. How could he not be shocked?

"Mr. Ding, do you need to go now? Manager Fang might have something to report to you in advance!" the driver continued.

"Manager Fang?" Upon hearing this surname, even if Ding Minghui wasn't the sharpest, he could figure out that this was arranged by Fang Jueyu! He had called two days ago, telling him to follow along today, that everything would be arranged. Was this the arrangement he was talking about?

But what use was this? None of this was his. Even if Fang Jueyu did these things, it changed nothing. It was just to show off in front of Fu Zi's parents and Meng Xiaoyang, which had no meaning!

Besides, checking the legal representative of this company would expose everything.

"Oh, by the way, Manager Fang instructed, knowing you're meeting your future in-laws today, to bring along Miss Fu Zi and the two of you. He said it's not too late to discuss your matters after the meeting."

"This…" Ding Minghui turned his gaze to Fu Zi and the others, and Fu Zi gave him a strange look. As for her parents, their expressions were even more spectacular.

Weren't Ding Minghui's parents workers? Had he not graduated from university? Though he was already starting a business, had he and his fellow yet-to-graduate students brought the company to such a level?

"No, we must take a look!" Fu Zi's parents immediately made a decision. If it was all true, then Ding Minghui was ten times better than Meng Xiaoyang!

"It's okay, we can go together. Little Ding's work is important, it's no problem!" Wang Yan's tone became much more cordial when addressing Ding Minghui.

Fu Zi seemed a bit uneasy. She knew her parents were thinking of her, but still found them somewhat opportunistic, never imagining they would be so... shameless...

"Alright, the three of you can come along, and this gentleman… is he Miss Fu's brother?" the driver looked at Meng Xiaoyang and said, "You..."

"Oh, I'm a friend. I'd like to come along too and visit your company, if that's convenient?" Meng Xiaoyang couldn't believe Ding Minghui truly had such capabilities. Who would pretend to be poor just to come here and live below the radar? Were they so wealthy they were bored and wanted to be ridiculed?

"Mr. Ding?" The driver looked at Ding Minghui with an inquiring gaze, and Ding Minghui noticed the driver subtly gesturing at him, signaling to allow Meng Xiaoyang to join. After all, he was just a driver and had already said enough; making such decisions was beyond him.

"Oh, then let's go together, I don't mind." Ding Minghui realized but regretted immediately after speaking. While Fang Jueyu could arrange the driver and the car, what would happen at the company?

"However, sir, I'm afraid there's a problem… Mr. Ding's car only has five seats, so you might..."

"Oh, it's fine, I'll drive myself!" Meng Xiaoyang quickly grabbed his car keys from the table and slipped them into his pocket. Others were driving a Rolls-Royce, while his BMW 7 Series, decent as it might be, was clearly not in the same class and there was no need to embarrass himself.

They hadn't eaten much, but no one had any appetite left. The bill was already paid when the order was placed, and the six of them left the restaurant together.

"Are we really going to ride in this car?" Fu Zi hesitated before getting in.

"Get on!" Ding Minghui patted Fu Zi's head, "You and Uncle and Auntie sit in the back, don't worry, whatever happens, I'm here!"

"Okay!" Seeing the determination in Ding Minghui's eyes, Fu Zi nodded heavily.

Fu Changhong and Wang Yan had never in their lives ridden in such a luxury car. They boarded nervously, unsure of where to put their hands and feet amid the incredibly luxurious interior.

"Little Ding, this car must cost a lot, huh?" Wang Yan cautiously asked.

"Uh… other departments in the company handle these things. I only manage game development and security." Ding Minghui had no idea how much the car was worth, so he half-lied.

"Are you Miss Fu's mother?" The driver quickly stepped in to help Ding Minghui. "Mr. Ding has always been responsible for the company's development and security departments and doesn't concern himself with these things. Let me explain."

"The car, with its features and including taxes, totals 12 million yuan. It was bought for Mr. Ding by the company this year."

"Hiss!" Wang Yan and Fu Changhong took a sharp intake of breath. This was more money than they had made working hard most of their lives.

"Something isn't right!" Wang Yan, being perceptive, noted Ding Minghui could never fake such an inferior posture. If he were truly a general manager of a large company, how could he behave like this?

With such resources, if he wanted to marry Fu Zi, he could have driven this car when they first met. But the last time they met, Ding Minghui and Fu Zi left in a taxi.

"Could it all be an act? He wanted to appear poor and test them?" The couple began to let their imaginations run wild, noting Fu Zi seemed oblivious to it all.

But none of this appeared to be intentionally arranged; even renting a Rolls-Royce would cost a lot of money!

"We'll know whether it's true once we see the business license at the company," Fu Changhong whispered to his wife.

"How could this happen?" Following behind, Meng Xiaoyang's expression turned twisted. Just when he was about to succeed, how could this happen?

"No way! It must all be fake! I'll see how you keep up the act once we're at the company!" Meng Xiaoyang thought maliciously.

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