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It was as if the overcast sky had been split open by a ray of sunlight, and my thoughts quietly unfolded.
With a legal complaint in hand, I had once again taken Jiangcheng Commercial Bank to court: the company's office building had been mortgaged, yet as a partner, I was completely unaware of it. This loan process was undoubtedly irregular!
Sure enough, the vice president in charge of credit, accompanied by the director of the credit department, came to see me in person. Besides repeatedly apologizing and pleading for me to withdraw the lawsuit, they brought me some incredible news: due to a review by the compliance and security departments at headquarters, they discovered issues with this loan. The funds that were supposed to be deposited into Jia Huairen's account had never been paid. As the sole partner, as long as Jia Huairen did not return, I would be the actual controller of this property! With this asset, I could repay all of the company’s external debts and still have some left over!
Cunning Jia Huairen had left behind a legacy; I had stumbled upon an enormous windfall.
I laughed heartily, tears streaming down my face from joy. The dark clouds dispersed, and the feelings of oppression and sorrow vanished completely.
The company was back in operation, and I personally invited the former production manager, financial director, and Sister Liu from the finance department one by one.
We supplied goods to Jincheng Corporation and other units according to the low-priced contracts signed by Jia Huairen. Due to the poor economic environment, current production costs were far lower than those at the time of contract signing. Coupled with the kickbacks I managed to reclaim from their sales manager, we ended up not losing much overall.
However, outside, Yunding Company was struggling for survival while still insisting on integrity in its actions, which was widely criticized.
We managed to revive the company and restore it to healthy operations. I owed Brother Xiong money and invited him out for a meal.
Brother Xiong brought me some juicy gossip: “Liu Fei is in trouble!”
The man she “bought” for 200,000 was her initial top donor; one was driven by greed while the other leveraged her beauty, practically putting herself on display... They had become entangled in a sordid affair.
The man was wealthy but not foolish; he had no intention of growing old together with Liu Fei. This scoundrel had turned their live streaming platform into a “brothel” base: “wolves” bid against each other for different streamers who would show up on schedule...
Liu Fei was merely a pawn in his game.
Their seemingly vibrant platform had nearly 50 such streamers. Quick money came with great influence but also swift consequences.
The Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, along with Culture and Public Security, jointly raided these filthy so-called live streaming venues. Liu Fei and her fellow “influencers” were taken away for investigation.
Just as I was helping my son with his homework, there came a knock at the door.
This is my newly purchased duplex, covering 200 square meters. Aside from Brother Xiong, no one knows about this place.
"Who is it?" I stood up to open the door.
The woman outside looked worn and haggard: her face was pale, devoid of any color, her clothes were both old and tattered, and her hair was a tangled mess resembling dry grass!
It turned out to be Liu Fei.
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, staring at her.
"Why can't I come?" Liu Fei shot me a glare. "Did you report us? Because of you, we got punished and ended up in jail!"
I scoffed, "You would do anything for money! You'd sell your body and soul for it! How dare you come to me for an explanation?"
"You!" Liu Fei's face flushed with anger. "How can you say that? Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to judge me?"
"I'm not trying to judge you," I replied calmly. "I just don't want my son to see you fall so low. But now it seems I was wasting my time because someone like you isn't worth my concern!"
As I said this, I reached out to close the door.
But Liu Fei pushed against it. "Don't close it! I'm here to set things straight! Why did you harm me? Why did you report us?"
"I couldn't care less about your sordid actions," I frowned. "By the time I wanted to report you, you were already shut down!"
Liu Fei screamed, "You're just trying to ruin me! You can't stand to see me do well! You despicable coward!"
With that, she reached out to scratch my face.
I pushed her away forcefully. "Are you done making a scene? If you keep this up, I'll call the police!"
Liu Fei stumbled back, nearly falling to the ground. Once she steadied herself, she glared at me fiercely. "Fine! Just wait! I'll make you regret this!"
With that, she turned and left.
My son heard the commotion and ran out. "Dad, who came? What happened?"
"Nothing," I shook my head. "Just a madwoman."
Brother Xiong came again. This time he brought another piece of news.
The brother who used to sleep in the bunk above me, my former boss Jia Huairen, was struggling in Beautiful Country. He had funneled tens of millions of funds he had extracted from the company directly to his wife, Jiang Xiaoli. Little did he know that she had been influenced by Western ideologies, embracing freedom and sexual liberation, and had long since put countless green hats on him.
After Old Jia arrived in America, she showed no restraint. Not only did she drive him nearly to madness, but he also found himself powerless to do anything about it. Eventually, he developed liver disease. With all the money in Jiang Xiaoli's hands, she refused to pay for his medical treatment or let him spend any of it. His liver condition worsened into cancer, and his days were numbered.
He asked Brother Xiong to apologize to me and even mentioned wanting to come back and seek refuge with me. I told him to go to hell.
Then there was Liu Fei. After getting out, she found it impossible to continue her life. No organization would hire a woman like her—one without practical work experience and with a criminal record! Her child's grandparents slapped her a few times and didn't even let her through the door.
What about the Four-Eyed Kid? He was still inside, working a sewing machine and gnawing on stale bread, too busy with his own survival to care about her.
Her former admirers—her top suitors—viewed her as toxic. They could play around with her for fun, but anything serious was out of the question.
Desperate, she repeatedly blocked her son after school, trying every trick in the book to persuade him: "Son, no matter what, I'm still your mother! If your dad doesn't let me come back and later marries another woman, you'll have to live with a stepmother!"
"Please, son! Let your mother come home!"
"You’re just like your dad—a heartless ingrate!"
Her son, overwhelmed by her pleas, came home and asked me: "Dad, if you get a girlfriend in the future, will you still be good to me?"
"Can we let Mom come back?"
I wondered—could we? (The End)
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