In the conference room, everything was confidential!
To prevent anyone from recording with devices or receiving phone calls during the meeting,
All mobile phones and electronic devices had to be completely powered off.
The focus shifted to Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Now Zhou Qiaoqiao was the person in charge here.
She had the authority to decide whether to admit someone knocking at the door.
"Come in," Zhou Qiaoqiao responded rationally, showing no signs of displeasure at being interrupted during the meeting.
There must be a reason for this interruption.
The door opened, and Jiang Jiajia first nodded slightly to everyone in apology.
She then quickly walked to Zhou Qiaoqiao's side.
Under her puzzled gaze,
Jiang Jiajia leaned forward and whispered something in Zhou Qiaoqiao's delicate ear!
Everyone held their breath, as the investment amount involved was no smaller than what was used to invest in Hongtu Real Estate.
It was an enormous sum.
Had Jiang Jiajia suddenly received some important news?
Or was this crude oil bond purchase not looking promising?
Zhou Qiaoqiao's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, almost forming the Chinese character for "river."
With a loud slam!
Zhou Qiaoqiao slapped the table and stood up angrily, "How dare he?"
Her tone was filled with murderous intent!
She had been busy working these days and hadn't gone to see Xu Mo.
So she didn't know about the latest developments.
She only just learned about Xu Mo being taken to the detention center.
Jiang Jiajia shook her head, she also didn't know exactly what methods this Lin Fan had used to get Xu Mo into the detention center.
She only knew that Xu Mo was there now.
Jiang Jiajia was equally worried about her boss!
The detention center was no place for anyone to be!
She knew there was an important meeting today, and interrupting was very impolite.
But she still risked criticism to come find Zhou Qiaoqiao.
Fortunately, from Zhou Qiaoqiao's expression, she was definitely going to help Xu Mo.
The many shareholders and department managers sat with serious expressions, not daring to make a sound.
They nervously watched Zhou Qiaoqiao.
The reason they respected Zhou Qiaoqiao wasn't because she was the future daughter-in-law of the Xu family.
It was because of her own capabilities!
Zhou Qiaoqiao briefly composed herself and picked up her phone from the table, "Today's meeting is temporarily canceled, we'll reconvene another day!"
She turned on her phone while walking towards the door in her high heels.
"Jiajia, what exactly happened?" a senior executive couldn't help but ask.
Jiang Jiajia replied: "Just turn on your phones and check the trending short videos or search the news, and you'll know."
After saying this, she also left the conference room.
Everyone looked confused but followed Jiang Jiajia's instructions.
Soon, everyone in the conference room lost their composure.
The General Manager had been taken to the detention center.
No wonder Zhou Qiaoqiao left in such a hurry.
Similar situations were unfolding elsewhere.
At the Yang Group CBD building.
The Yang family's main business was high-end domestic cosmetics.
Focusing on women's daily necessities.
Women's money was relatively easier to earn.
Therefore, it was no surprise they were the wealthiest among the four major families.
In the CEO's office.
Yang Jingying, whose face somewhat resembled Yang Jingxuan's,
Was sitting listlessly at her desk, with dark circles and some puffiness around her eyes.
Thanks to her dreams.
For the past month, she couldn't sleep peacefully no matter what.
The dreams she had were incredibly vivid.
Of course, they weren't pleasant dreams.
She had a classical oval face, skin as white as peeled egg white, wearing a white off-shoulder chiffon top and fitted shorts.
Her long, graceful legs were crossed, one over the other.
Below were wine-red chair high heels, her crystal-clear, full, and perfectly rounded toes peeking out adorably.
They were painted with noble purple nail polish.
Looking incredibly alluring!
Her raven-black hair cascaded like a waterfall, adding an otherworldly air to her presence.
A typical ethereal beauty.
"Why do I keep dreaming about that guy?"
"The dreams feel so real."
"Heh... I had already decided to give up on this relationship."
Yang Jingying smiled bitterly.
Those so-called nightmares were all about Xu Mo.
Some were about childhood memories.
But mainly about future events.
The scenes were blurry.
But they left a lasting impression on Yang Jingying!
One day, a young man suddenly came to Yang Group.
He brought a formula for a skin-whitening product that worked quickly and had no side effects.
He proposed cooperation with the Yang family.
Demanding a 70-30 split.
Yang Jingying had people test the effects, and even tested it herself.
The results were indeed excellent.
But the 70-30 demand was too excessive.
They would be providing the money, people, and resources.
While he only provided a formula.
Yang Jingying acknowledged the formula's value.
But that didn't mean she could give away so much profit!
After deducting all expenses,
The Yang family would be left with very little.
Simply put, they would be using their money to do his business.
And end up having to give away 70% of the profits.
The man reluctantly reduced it to 65-35.
Finally, when Yang Jingying was about to walk away, the man compromised and grudgingly agreed to a 50-50 split.
Later, the scene shifted to a banquet where the man had a conflict with Xu Mo.
Xu Mo was being bullied.
Though it pained her heart, Yang Jingying didn't intervene.
She wanted to use this man to wake Xu Mo up.
There weren't just women like Shen Manni in the world.
Shen Manni wasn't worth so much sacrifice!
Xu Mo remained stubborn, going his own way.
The conflict escalated.
Yang Jingying's heart felt like it was being cut by knives.
Finally, her beloved got married.
Though it was just for show.
Even though it was just a dream scene.
That morning, she woke up crying.
Tears streaming down her face.
The last time, just two nights ago.
She pretended to be dating the man who had given her the formula.
Even in her dreams, she was unwilling to let him hold her hand.
Planning to make Xu Mo jealous.
The scene shifted again, bringing news of Xu Mo's death.
The man she had loved since childhood was gone.
A bullet had pierced his heart.
Whether alive or dead, she had to see him.
She appeared at Xu Mo's funeral, his expression before death showed no pain, no grimace.
Only a faint smile remained on his lips.
Was it worth it?
BOOM--------
The dream shattered instantly.
When Yang Jingying woke up in bed, her eyes were swollen from crying, bright red.
Those dreams felt too real.
As if they had actually happened in real life before.
Because her eyes were swollen from crying, she had been wearing light sunglasses to and from work these past few days.
"It must be from too much work stress lately. I should take a vacation, travel to another city, clear my mind and it will be fine."
Click click click....
Yang Jingying's long, jade-like fingers slid across her phone screen, planning to buy tickets to another city and leave tonight.
Knock knock knock---came a knock at the door.
"Come in," Yang Jingying said without looking up from her phone.
A female secretary walked in, "Ms. Yang, this afternoon's meeting is about to begin."
A news notification popped up on her phone, the headline immediately catching Yang Jingying's attention.
Her delicate brows furrowed, and her breathing became rapid.
Seeing Yang Jingying hadn't responded, the secretary tactfully stood aside waiting respectfully.
"Xu Mo really went to the detention center?"
BOOM----
It was like a thunderclap in Yang Jingying's mind!
This incident had appeared in her dreams, though only for a moment, as a blurry fragment, but it remained vivid in her memory.
Similar to past life and present life...
When love for someone runs too deep, it can turn into an obsessive fixation
As for the rest, you all can figure it out yourselves
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
