After three rounds of drinks.
Ma Qun was sitting to the side, slightly tipsy.
Drinking can lead to trouble.
Kids.
After drinking, doing things you love.
It can be affected, it's not good, it's not right.
So don't learn from it.
"Ma Qun, not drinking anymore?"
"No more, no more."
Ma Qun waved his hands repeatedly.
Li Caijun smiled, feeling a bit lightheaded.
"Ma Qun is such a lightweight! It's still early, we're just getting started."
Lin Fan frowned for a moment, then quickly revealed a playful smile.
"So, you think you're tough?"
"Of course, I'm super tough. I'm the one who can drink a thousand cups without falling."
Their banter.
Caused the surrounding women to burst into laughter.
Buzz-------------Buzz----------
Suddenly, Li Caijun's phone started vibrating.
Lin Fan and Ma Qun didn't pay much attention.
They continued to leisurely sip their drinks.
Occasionally flirting with the girls nearby.
Lin Fan's mood was unprecedentedly joyful.
Comfort breeds desire.
When people are happy, everything goes smoothly.
Li Caijun answered the call, and everyone naturally quieted down, speaking in softer tones.
"Yes, it's me. What's wrong?-----Are you serious?------This plan won't work, can't you switch to another one?-------Do you have to stick to this dead end?---Damn it, what the hell!!! You're asking me? How would I know their dirty secrets?"
"------What do I pay you for?----Don't ask me about everything. If I knew, what would I need you for?!"
"Change the plan, change it now! Find another angle to smear them, money is no issue! What, you don't want money? Then what do you want? Do you want to die?"
"Hello??? Hello???"
Beep beep beep---------------
The call ended.
Although Li Caijun still wore a smile on his face.
That smile was chilling.
Everyone had heard the content of his conversation.
Hearing this, Lin Fan's previously cheerful expression instantly darkened.
Ma Qun sobered up significantly.
He hadn't been drunk in the first place.
First, he sent the women away.
Now it was just the three of them again.
Li Caijun briefed Lin Fan on the latest news.
In short.
They had dug deep into the Xu Family's dark past.
But unexpectedly, the 'dark past' turned out to be spotless.
For example, during earthquakes, floods, and other disasters, the Xu Family had quietly donated money.
Not by flaunting banners about how much they donated.
These donations were all done discreetly, some openly, some behind the scenes.
For instance, they might publicly donate 500 million, but then quietly add another 1.5 billion.
The additional part wasn't recorded.
Donations like this.
Hadn't been a one-time thing over a year or two.
But had been ongoing for decades.
Whenever the country was in need, the Xu Family would step up.
Even things like overtime work.
Overtime pay was calculated at three times the normal rate.
The 'dark past' turned out to be a shining mirror, illuminating the Xu Family's quiet acts of kindness over the years.
And when netizens learned of this.
They felt that Xu Mo's lifestyle was justified.
They no longer saw anything wrong with Xu Mo having had multiple girlfriends in the past.
Rich and handsome.
Is it illegal for such a wealthy heir to have girlfriends?
Of course not.
It's all consensual.
Money talks.
If their fathers were Xu Fuqiang, they were sure.
They would play even more extravagantly than Xu Mo, even more recklessly.
And Lin Fan's smear campaign.
Ended up giving the Xu Family even more widespread publicity.
In just a couple of hours.
The Xu Family's stock rose by 1%.
The hype didn't die down.
Products related to the Xu Family were being frantically purchased by netizens.
The Xu Family primarily dealt in finance, but their subsidiaries.
Were involved in various industries.
Restaurants, food, tourism, clothing, shoes, and more.
"Damn it, what kind of world is this?! People's hearts are so fickle, these bastards are driving me mad."
Lin Fan's face turned red with anger, his neck flushing as well.
The Xu Family's so-called good deeds.
Meant nothing to him.
After all, it wasn't him doing them, and he gained nothing from it.
What angered him was that public opinion had initially been in their favor.
But in less than a night.
Now the tide had turned against them.
"That guy must be gloating right now. We need to take him down, no, eliminate him! I want that old man Xu Fuqiang to feel the pain of losing a son. I want Xu Mo to disappear from this world."
"Li Caijun, go find some people and bring weapons. We'll take out Xu Mo, then lay low and continue our plans against the Xu Family."
Li Caijun instinctively replied, "Brother Lin, didn't you already place the Burning Angel and the Killing Angel near him? Even without the Killing Angel, the Burning Angel alone could easily take down an ordinary person. If the Killing Angel steps in, Xu Mo will die even faster."
Li Caijun stated an undeniable fact.
Lin Fan wasn't unaware.
The problem was, damn it.
Those two traitors had switched sides midway.
Damn it.
Just thinking about it made him furious.
Lin Fan's anger subsided slightly, and he changed the subject. "Just do as I say. Killing Xu Mo is no small matter. The more people we have, the safer it will be for the Burning Angel and the Killing Angel. They can easily slip away afterward."
"The Xu Family is at its peak right now. We'll find a few scapegoats to take the heat off, buy ourselves more time."
Li Caijun had his doubts.
But Lin Fan's plan didn't seem entirely flawed.
For now, he thought it was feasible.
After Li Caijun left.
Lin Fan revealed a maniacal smile.
"Xu Mo, you useless playboy, what the hell did I do to you? Ever since I ran into you, nothing has gone right for me. Now I finally understand why. Only one of us can survive."
"I've never wanted to kill someone as much as I do today."
"From now on, it's either you or me. One of us has to die!!!"
"I am the master of this world. You're just lucky to have been born into a wealthy family."
"Without your father, you're nothing."
"I'll kill you! Make your beautiful wife a widow, take your loved ones away, and let you taste the bitterness of being a cuckold."
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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