Chapter 357: A Dimensional Strike from Secretary Jin (Thanks to

Yancheng.

Yuhua Business Building.

A clean, silver-gray scooter pulled into the parking area.

Soft body curves, a low seat, and bright, diamond-shaped headlights.

It looked very spirited.

"Smack!" A crisp slapping sound rang out.

"Stop staring at your beloved bike; you'll be late if you keep looking. Let's go."

Yao Yao Lingling tapped her on the head, eyes widening. "Can you stop slapping my butt all the time!"

Li Li Shumin covered her mouth and chuckled. "Hehe, Yao Lingling, I feel like your butt is getting perkier; it feels great to slap. Fitness is definitely working."

"You pervert, Min!"

"By the way, your birthday is coming up soon. Have you decided how you're going to spend it? Going home, or staying with us?"

Yao Yao Lingling hesitated. "Uh... I don't know yet. We'll see when the time comes."

"I bet you're just wondering if Senior Tang Song will have time, but you're too scared to tell him." Li Li Shumin laughed. "Do you want me to ask for you? And by the way, I'll mention that Yao Lingling is working on her glutes—they're getting perky and round, and they feel amazing to slap. I'll tell Senior Tang Song he should come try it out."

"Go away! Are you crazy?" Yao Yao Lingling blushed and swatted her.

After locking the bike, the two of them chased each other toward the building entrance.

Yao Yao Lingling couldn't help but look back one last time at her cute little scooter.

After more than half a month of careful searching, she had finally found the perfect motorcycle.

A 2021 Suzuki UY125, with less than 20,000 kilometers on it, basically stock, with no scratches or dents. It cost exactly 7,000 yuan, found in the school's second-hand exchange group.

After getting the bike on Saturday, she rode it home once. With her dad's help, she had adjusted the suit she'd had custom-made for Tang Song.

Her home was in the suburbs around Yancheng, a very remote location that required two bus transfers to reach.

With this motorcycle, she could get there in just over half an hour, meaning she could go home often.

Of course, she could also go riding with Tang Song and chat about motorcycle topics.

Ever since the makeover ended, Tang Song rarely updated his Opening Xiaohongshu account, nor did he ask her to make clothes for him anymore. They had almost no interaction.

Sometimes she wanted to chat with him, but she didn't know what to say.

Because their daily lives had so few intersections.

Walking into the office building, a cool breeze of air conditioning washed over them.

Yao Yao Lingling squinted comfortably.

Swiping her access card, the elevator lobby was packed with people, with crowds gathered outside every elevator door.

The Yuhua Business Building had been built over a decade ago; there was no separation between high-rise and low-rise elevators, so wait times during peak hours were long.

Fortunately, they had plenty of time today—five minutes left, plenty to spare.

While waiting for the elevator, Yao Yao Lingling took out her phone and opened the Opening Xiaohongshu app to check on the fitness bloggers she followed, studying body-sculpting knowledge.

Ever since meeting Wen Wen Ruan in person, feeling the woman's confidence, fashion, and beauty, she had felt quite inferior.

After struggling with it for a while, she chose to face the difficulty head-on.

She had made a serious plan.

Now, she ran, worked out, jumped rope, and had even started practicing yoga every day.

According to the information she'd secretly looked up, besides the chest, the waist-to-hip ratio was a major weapon for attracting men.

And as it happened, she had a standard pear-shaped figure.

A slim waist, thick thighs, and a big butt. Diligent exercise and sculpting could make her body lines very beautiful.

It was said that many men liked this type.

Although she didn't know what Tang Song thought, Yao Yao Lingling still wanted to give it her best shot.

Just as she was deep in thought, Li Li Shumin poked her arm and whispered, "Hey, hey, hey, Yao Lingling, I see Senior Xu Qing again!"

As she spoke, she pointed to a figure walking toward them.

For this well-known cosplayer senior from their school, they naturally recognized her. In fact, the playful Li Li Shumin had even joined the cosplay club.

A while ago, they suddenly discovered that she also worked in the Yuhua Business Building.

After bumping into her a few times at the coffee shop downstairs, Li Li Shumin had taken her to proactively strike up a conversation with the senior.

So, they were acquaintances.

Exchanging glances, the two of them smiled and greeted her proactively. "Senior, good morning."

"Morning."

Xu Qing, holding a 7.9-yuan Cotti Coffee, nodded in a practiced manner.

"Ding—" The elevator door slowly opened.

The three of them walked in one after another, chatting briefly about the weather and traffic.

Xu Qing's dark, wide eyes secretly peeked at Yao Yao Lingling beside her, puffing out her chest and revealing a smug smirk.

She loved making friends with girls who had smaller chests than her.

These two juniors were perfect; Li Li Shumin was about the same as her, and Yao Yao Lingling was a size smaller.

She could still play the role of the senior in front of them. Awesome!

In her novel, she had even turned these two into Xu Xu Yanqing's little sidekicks.

They were her fashion assistants, specifically responsible for designing and matching her outfits.

Yao Yao Lingling, in particular, had a lot of screen time, though she was renamed Zhang Yao Lingling in the book.

Hehe, "Plain-Jane Zhang Yao Lingling," specifically there to set off Xu Xu Yanqing's large breasts.

"Bye."

"Bye, Senior." (*2)

Xu Qing walked out of the elevator, humming a tune, and sat down at her desk.

While opening her computer and sipping coffee, she felt very content.

Ever since the reader "April" donated a Golden Alliance, her performance had seen a surge.

The reader group had grown larger as well.

Looking at the constant stream of messages in the group urging her to update, Xu Qing blinked her big eyes and sent out a "side story" she had written late last night.

Then she left a message in the group: "@April, the second side story has been sent. You're still owed 8 more."

She couldn't finish the 100 chapters she owed, and she still had to work and cosplay, so she could only rely on writing side stories to barely make ends meet.

This one was commissioned by the reader April, featuring a plot where Xu Xu Yanqing was at work and was messed around with by Tang Song in a private conference room.

Of course, the side stories she wrote weren't purely pornographic; the scale was just slightly larger than a public account, not illegal.

As a legal professional with a practice certificate, she always had a bottom line in this regard.

After a while, the surrounding colleagues sat down at their desks one after another.

Xu Qing's eyes curved into crescents as she ate snacks and drank coffee, feeling very satisfied.

"Ding-dong—" A message popped up.

【Tang Song: "Sister Qingqing, are you at work now? Send me a photo."】

Seeing this message, Xu Qing's mouth immediately pouted.

What the heck! You tell me to send one, and I just send one?

Does my Xu Qing have no face?

Not sending! Definitely not sending!

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

【Tang Song: "?"】

Damn little eunuch Tang! How dare he scare me!

Xu Qing's dark eyes trembled, and she hurriedly picked up her phone.

"Click—" She shared the photo.

【Tang Song: "Why do you feel like you've gained weight? Pay attention. I still have to take private boudoir photos of you."】

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Xu Qing stared, her face flushed with anger.

She clicked on her own photo to look at it.

Am I fat? Where am I fat!?

Are you disgusted by me? You don't want to take boudoir photos of me?

Unreasonable!

Isn't your girlfriend Wen Wen Ruan fat!? She's 66 kilograms! I'm only 55 kilograms!

Even accounting for the height difference, she's still heavier!

Although she does have big breasts.

Thinking of Wen Wen Ruan's big breasts, Xu Qing guiltily lowered her head.

She looked at the pile of snacks on the table, then at the raw cheese latte coffee by her hand.

Damn it! I won't eat them anymore!

Shanghai.

Shengxin Jiayuan residential complex is located on Jiangning Road.

It's a secondary new complex completed four years ago, with 6 residential buildings, mainly slab-style.

Convenient transportation, complete facilities, with an average price exceeding 100,000 yuan.

Two years ago, Jiang Jiang Yiran spent 15 million yuan to buy a three-bedroom apartment here.

Whenever other sisters from the dorm came to Shanghai for business or travel, they would stay here.

After admiring the high-end, luxurious interior decoration, Wen Wen Ruan and Jiang Jiang Yiran leaned back on the sofa, eating fruit and chatting.

The content was mainly about Tang Song.

Jiang Jiang Yiran was clearly very curious about her mysterious boyfriend.

They chatted for a long while.

Jiang Jiang Yiran sighed with emotion. "Seeing you so happy now, I'm really happy. Once I'm done with things here, I'll definitely go to Yancheng to see your Tang Song in person."

"Mm, you're welcome." Wen Wen Ruan nodded, then suddenly asked, "Jiang Yiran, do you have something on your mind? I feel like your state today is very off."

The six sisters in their dorm had a great relationship and understood each other very well.

Jiang Jiang Yiran, this rich second-generation girl, had always been the most optimistic and cheerful.

But seeing her today, one could clearly feel her preoccupation, and she looked very exhausted.

"I..." Jiang Jiang Yiran sighed. "Actually, some big things happened at the company in June, and I've been so busy I haven't been able to handle them. Otherwise, why wouldn't I have attended Sun Sun Simin's wedding?" (Chapter 281)

"I knew it. You wouldn't tell me when I asked before." Wen Wen Ruan affectionately hugged her shoulder. "What exactly happened?"

Jiang Jiang Yiran gritted her teeth and shook her head. "It's company business, involving international trade. It's extremely complicated, so I won't add to your troubles."

She knew Wen Wen Ruan was a director of the Xingyun International Group and could be considered someone with influence.

But the Zeran Electronic Technology Company she founded in Shanghai mainly dealt with import and export trade.

The problems encountered were foreign problems; talking about them wouldn't help, it would only add to the worry.

Just then.

"Click—" The smart door lock sounded, and the door was pulled open.

Jiang Jiang Yiran's husband, Kang Kang Zerui, walked in.

"Kang Zerui, long time no see." Wen Wen Ruan stood up and proactively greeted him.

Kang Kang Zerui and Jiang Jiang Yiran's family were family friends, and the two had known each other since childhood.

During college, Kang Kang Zerui often came to Beijing Normal University, and he and Wen Wen Ruan could be considered friends.

"Wen Wen Ruan, long time no see. Welcome." Kang Kang Zerui revealed a forced smile, not even changing his shoes before walking in.

He plopped down on the sofa and let out a long sigh.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Jiang Yiran's heart tightened, and she asked in a low voice, "Is there any definite news?"

Kang Kang Zerui remained silent, his expression extremely ugly.

"So it's really not coming back?"

"Mm." Kang Kang Zerui nodded with difficulty. "This African bank has credibility issues. They definitely won't give us the money. The lawyer said we could pursue cross-border legal action, but the country's judicial sovereignty and local protectionism are very serious. Plus, the buyer has hidden their assets, so there's basically no hope of recovering the payment."

"It's my fault." Jiang Jiang Yiran's face turned pale, and she clenched her fists tightly, tears glistening in her eyes. "I was too anxious and fell into their trap. I'm sorry, husband."

Kang Kang Zerui pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

Low sobbing sounds rang out, and Jiang Jiang Yiran's shoulders trembled slightly.

Wen Wen Ruan hurriedly hugged her, comforting her. "Dear, what exactly happened? Don't cry, don't cry. Tell me about it; maybe I can help?"

Kang Kang Zerui took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Stop crying. What's done is done. Let's think about how to get through this crisis."

Jiang Jiang Yiran looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, seemingly wanting to say something.

Wen Wen Ruan wiped her tears and frowned, asking, "Kang Zerui, what exactly happened? Tell me in detail."

The situation seemed much more serious than she had imagined.

Looking at the two of them, they probably hadn't argued less because of this.

Kang Kang Zerui lay back on the sofa and sighed. "Our company was scammed. We shipped 8 million dollars worth of electronic products, and now we can't recover a single cent..."

Then, he explained the problems the company had encountered in the last two months.

Due to fluctuations in international trade policies, regulations, and exchange rates, export trade was already difficult, and Zeran Electronic's revenue had begun to fall.

In May, the company suddenly received a large order from a company in an African country, requesting to purchase 8 million dollars worth of electronic products.

For them, this was a great opportunity to open up a brand-new market.

The other company provided a Letter of Credit (L/C) as a settlement method, issued by an African bank.

During the initial review of the Letter of Credit, Jiang Jiang Yiran found some clauses to be vague.

But because she was eager to close this big deal, she didn't carefully verify the bank's credibility or the authenticity of the Letter of Credit.

After delivery, when they submitted the documents to the bank demanding payment, the bank began to refuse payment on various grounds of discrepancies, clearly intentionally making things difficult.

Until last month, the other party directly refused payment.

They also learned from other channels that the African company and the bank were likely colluding.

In other words, this was an organized scam.

For Zeran Electronic, the loss of the payment and shipping costs was a huge sum, likely leading to the company's bankruptcy.

Hearing his description, Wen Wen Ruan's eyes flickered.

This situation was completely beyond her understanding, involving foreign companies and banks, with international political and diplomatic factors involved.

Even if she swallowed her pride and went to Su Yu and Mo Sister Xiang Wan, it probably wouldn't be of any use.

Moreover, asking someone to handle such a big matter just after meeting them was somewhat lacking in judgment.

It would also make Su Yu look down on her.

"Wen Ruan Wen Ruan." Jiang Jiang Yiran wiped her tears and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry. You came to Shanghai, and I originally wanted to accompany you well, but now it seems that won't be possible."

She had originally held some hope, but now it seemed there was really no hope for this payment.

Cross-border litigation required tremendous effort and funds, and the probability of success was extremely low.

The authorities couldn't possibly intervene personally just because of their 8 million.

The urgent priority was to find a way to save the company.

"It's okay, Jiang Yiran. No need to be so polite between us." Wen Wen Ruan hesitated for a long while before patting her head. "Wait a moment. I know a great lawyer at the Quan Jing Law Firm. Let me ask him first if there's any way to solve this."

"It's useless." Kang Kang Zerui smiled bitterly and shook his head. "The lawyer I found is a partner at an internationally renowned law firm."

Wen Wen Ruan said nothing, directly taking out her phone from her bag and dialing Luo Bin's number.

In her current circle of connections, the most powerful ones were undoubtedly: Tang Song, Mo Sister Xiang Wan, and Luo Bin.

She would consult Luo Bin first to see if there was any possibility of salvation.

If it was possible, she would go ask Tang Song.

For her boyfriend, she actually had some blind confidence.

"Ding-dong—" The phone rang for a while before finally being answered.

"Wait a moment." A steady male voice rang out, followed by hurried footsteps.

After a while, Luo Bin continued, "Sorry, I was in a meeting. What's the matter, Ms. Wen Wen Ruan?"

"Sorry to bother you, Lawyer Luo. It's like this: a close friend of mine who does import and export trade has encountered an international scam, and I'd like to consult you."

"Please go ahead!"

Wen Wen Ruan clenched her fists slightly nervously, slowly and clearly describing the situation.

"Lawyer Luo, do you think there's still a possibility of recovering this payment?"

Luo Bin's voice remained calm. "Send all the materials involved in this case to my email, and I will give you an accurate reply shortly."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"It's my duty, no need to be polite."

Hanging up the phone, Wen Wen Ruan immediately said, "Kang Zerui, do you have electronic materials? All of them. My lawyer friend wants to take a look first."

"Yes." Kang Kang Zerui nodded vigorously. "I'll send them to you right now."

After sending the materials to Luo Bin's work email, Wen Wen Ruan held Jiang Jiang Yiran's hand, comforting her in a low voice.

Kang Kang Zerui kept making various phone calls, occasionally going out to the hallway to smoke a cigarette.

Time approached 12:00 noon, and Luo Bin's reply still hadn't arrived.

"Forget it, Wen Ruan Wen Ruan, let's go eat first." Jiang Jiang Yiran's emotions had gradually calmed down. "Thank you. Honestly, if you weren't here today, I might have really collapsed. It's good to have you."

She and Kang Kang Zerui both came from good family backgrounds and had earned quite a bit of money over the years.

Even if the company went bankrupt, they wouldn't be left with nothing.

Wen Wen Ruan pressed her lips together and stood up. "Okay, you've cried for so long, you must be hungry."

Kang Kang Zerui smiled bitterly. "You two go ahead. I really can't eat. Sorry, Wen Wen Ruan, for causing you trouble."

"It's okay."

"Ding-dong—" A sharp phone ringtone suddenly rang out.

Wen Wen Ruan's heart jumped, and she hurriedly picked it up to look.

It was Luo Bin.

Answering the phone, "Hello, Lawyer Luo, how is it?"

"No problem. We've already arranged everything. My colleagues from the Shanghai branch of Quan Jing Law Firm will contact them shortly."

Hearing this, a surprised smile appeared on Wen Wen Ruan's face.

She waved at Jiang Jiang Yiran and Kang Kang Zerui, putting the phone on speaker.

"Lawyer Luo, my friend is right here. Can you explain the execution process?"

Hearing Wen Wen Ruan's words and looking at her expression.

A hopeful light suddenly erupted in their eyes, their bodies trembling with excitement.

People are like this; when there is a glimmer of hope, they can't help but want to grasp it.

Jiang Jiang Yiran said loudly, "Lawyer Luo, please tell us what we need to do. We will definitely cooperate fully."

"Rest assured, this matter is not difficult." A steady, powerful voice came from the receiver: "We utilized our network of relationships in the international financial sector to investigate the credibility and background of the issuing bank, and discovered that the other party indeed has a record of bad credit and non-compliant operations.

We have already contacted the International Chamber of Commerce Court of Arbitration and obtained their support.

Next, we will file complaints with international banking regulatory agencies and exert pressure on them from multiple aspects.

At the same time, we have assembled a team of lawyers proficient in international trade law and local African law, who will provide you with assistance throughout the process.

In addition, the government's commerce department is already aware of this matter and will intervene appropriately.

You can rest assured; the payment will definitely be recovered within half a month."

Listening to Luo Bin's clear and logical response on the phone, Jiang Jiang Yiran and Kang Kang Zerui were stunned, stuttering and unable to say a word.

This... they thought there would only be a rough operational process and hope.

How did it feel like everything had already been arranged?

And if what this Lawyer Luo said was true, then it could indeed be recovered.

It was just that the price paid for this might far exceed the value of the goods.

Jiang Jiang Yiran squeezed Wen Wen Ruan's hand tightly and gave her a wink.

Wen Wen Ruan instantly understood and asked directly, "Lawyer Luo, then... how much money do they need to pay?"

Luo Bin replied softly, "Just the normal legal fees. My colleagues in Shanghai will contact them shortly."

Jiang Jiang Yiran and Kang Kang Zerui looked at each other, an excited flush rising on their faces.

"Thank you, Lawyer Luo! Thank you very much!"

Luo Bin said in a low voice, "Ms. Wen Wen Ruan, is it convenient to talk alone?"

"Okay." Wen Wen Ruan hurriedly picked up her phone, turned off the speaker, and said sincerely, "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."

She knew whose face the other party was doing this for, which made her feel even more embarrassed.

"You're welcome." Luo Bin said, "Actually, I'm not the one who really put in the effort. If it were just our law firm, it would be very difficult to reach this point, as it involves too many things."

Wen Wen Ruan was surprised. "Lawyer Luo means... there are others helping?"

"Mm." Luo Bin was silent for a moment before laughing softly. "It's Jin Dongshi from Smile Holdings. You should know her."

"Director... Jin Dongshi!?" Wen Wen Ruan exclaimed, standing there in disbelief.

What does that mean!?

Are you kidding me?

Because of one phone call from me, Luo Bin shook Jin Meixiao out of her seat?