Chapter 839

"Ten…… there are eleven years……"

Facing Zhao Tianyu's gloomy expression, Shen Mingyang was so nervous his palms sweated cold, he simply didn't dare to look Zhao Tianyu in the eye.

"Eleven years!"

Zhao Tianyu repeatedly repeated that number, as if he had figured out something. He slowly walked back to his desk and sat down in the boss's chair.

Also asked Shen Mingyang: "Over these years, haven't I treated you well?"

"General Manager treats me with kindness as heavy as a mountain."

"Kindness as heavy as a mountain……" Zhao Tianyu took out a cigar from the drawer, clipped the head, lit it, took a deep drag: "Now I give you a task."

Shen Mingyang's heart tightened: "You say."

"At Cloud Peak Mountain Villa there is a batch of construction material payments, worth about eighty million."

Zhao Tianyu slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke: "Find a way to dispose of that batch of construction materials, cleanly. Within a week, transfer the payment to my overseas account."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingyang was so frightened his legs went weak, he almost collapsed to the ground.

"General... General Manager Zhao, this... this is project funds, moving it would really cause big trouble... besides, eighty million isn't enough to repay that debt..."

"Who said we have to repay the debt?"

Zhao Tianyu narrowed his eyes, said nothing more, just stared at Shen Mingyang like that.

In silence, it seemed as if saying:

"Heaven wants to rain, mother wants to remarry, Zhao Group is about to collapse—these are things you can't stop! I now want to embezzle funds and flee; are you truly clueless or pretending?"

Seeing Shen Mingyang lower his head and stay silent.

Zhao Tianyu's anger deepened slightly: "What, unwilling to cooperate?"

"I... General Manager Zhao, this matter..."

Shen Mingyang, shrouded in fear, was so nervous he couldn't speak smoothly.

Zhao Tianyu pressed out the cigar in the ashtray: "Shen Mingyang, over these eleven years, not a single account you've handled is clean! If I go down, you'll be the first to be buried with me."

"!!!"

Shen Mingyang's face turned instantly deathly pale, without a trace of blood.

"As a real man, you need to be decisive—go get it done." Zhao Tianyu waved his hand: "Within a week, if the money isn't in place, you know the consequences."

"I... understand..."

Shen Mingyang practically stumbled out of the office.

After the door closed.

Zhao Tianyu leaned back in the boss's chair, closed his eyes.

"Flee!"

"This is his last chance at survival!"

"But before he runs away at full speed, some things still need to be cleaned up."

Zhao Tianyu picked up his phone and dialed a number.

It rang seven or eight times before being answered.

"Hello."

On the other end was a low male voice.

"Old classmate, help me handle an account. Seventy million, transfer it to my overseas account." Zhao Tianyu got straight to the point: "Commission twenty percent, as usual."

The other side was silent for a few seconds: "Now the wind is tight, thirty percent."

"You're extorting money, damn it!" Zhao Tianyu cursed, then gritted his teeth and conceded: "Fine, thirty it is! Within a week, the money must be transferred out!"

"Send me the account number."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Zhao Tianyu tossed his phone onto the desk, got up, walked to the liquor cabinet, poured a whiskey, and gulped it down.

The strong liquor burned his throat, but couldn't extinguish the anger in his heart.

He thought:

"I, Zhao Tianyu, have been around Wuzhou for so many years, from a spoiled rich kid to the head of the group—what big storms haven't I seen? Wanting me to die isn't that easy!"

At the same time, Green Wild Landscaping Company.

Zhao Linlin stepped in ten-centimeter red high heels, "tap-tap-tap" walking into Su Qingyu's office, glanced at the empty seat, and frowned.

"Where is Su Qingyu?" she asked the secretary at the door.

The secretary trembled as he replied: "General Manager Su... General Manager Su left yesterday afternoon after six, saying he was going to meet a friend; today... he still hasn't come."

"Have you called?"

"We called, but couldn't get through; it's been off."

"This damn bastard!"

Zhao Linlin snorted, thinking Su Qingyu must have been bewitched by some vixen, lounging in pleasure, neglecting company affairs.

Zhao Linlin walked to Su Qingyu's desk and flipped through the documents on it.

On the desk were several contracts needing urgent signatures, plus a few expense reports not yet processed.

"Trash, always dropping the ball at critical moments!"

Zhao Linlin angrily cursed, pulled out her phone to call Su Qingyu. Still couldn't get through; the line gave the off notification.

Then she dialed Su Qingyu's backup number; still off.

"Damn bastard, I think you don't want to live!"

Zhao Linlin's anger was hard to quell.

Turning around, she instructed the secretary: "If he comes back, have him call me immediately! I'll take these contracts first."

Okay, General Manager.

The secretary didn't dare to defy the order; although the boss of Green Wild Landscaping was Su Qingyu, everyone in the company knew that the actual person in power was this lady before them, the principal wife—Zhao Linlin.

Zhao Linlin left the company, full of anger.

She never even thought of it as a disappearance, let alone imagine—Su Qingyu had already been sent to the underworld by her own brother.

Before, Su Qingyu often played at disappearing; sometimes he went drinking with friends, sometimes he was out fooling around with women.

Zhao Linlin had long been accustomed to it.

Anyway, whether this husband was around or not made no difference to her. If it weren't for saving face, she would have kicked this good-for-nothing to the curb long ago.

Back in her own car, Zhao Linlin dialed Zhao Tianyu.

It rang for a while before it was answered.

"Brother, that good-for-nothing Su Qingyu doesn't know where he's died off to again." She sounded irritated: "The company has several contracts waiting for his signature, and we can't get through on the phone—have you seen him?"

On the other end of the line, Zhao Tianyu was silent for two seconds, then said: "He might have gone out for some socializing—you know his behavior."

"How annoying." Zhao Linlin complained repeatedly: "At critical moments he always drops the ball! Brother, are you all right over there? I heard the audit team is back—are they really going to re-audit?"

Don't worry about my affairs.

Zhao Tianyu's tone remained as firm as ever: "Just take care of yourself; lately, go out less and have less contact with government officials."

Got it.

Zhao Linlin pursed her lips and hung up.

That afternoon.

A piece of explosive news, like water dropped into hot oil, caused a boom in Wuzhou! But it wasn't about Su Qingyu's disappearance; it was about Yan Wenbin being arrested.

Have you heard? Yan Wenbin of the Bureau of Audits was taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission, accused of taking bribes.

Isn't Yan Wenbin Secretary Wang's man?

So, this thing has blown up! The new audit team has already stationed itself at Zhao Group, this time led personally by Xu Shiyuan. They've drawn cadres from various counties and districts, clearly intending to get serious.

Then Zhao Tianyu wouldn't...?

Zhao Tianyu? Hehe, I think he's in trouble this time. Mayor Lin is personally directing the anti-corruption and anti-crime crackdown, and the Lin family's background is laid out here. You can't bend your arm against your thigh—Isn't Secretary Wang now also tucking his tail and behaving?

……

In a private room of the teahouse, several men resembling bosses were discussing things enthusiastically.

But no one mentioned Su Qingyu's name at all.

In these people's eyes, Su Qingyu was merely a minor figure attached to the Zhao family, not worth their breath whether he lived or died.

What they cared about was Zhao Tianyu, wanting to see how many people this turmoil at Zhao Group would drag down.

"Old Wang, you'd better pull out of any projects you have with Zhao Group over there," suggested a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses: "The wind's blowing the wrong way; if you keep hanging with Zhao Tianyu, you'll die and not even know how."

The middle-aged man called Old Wang gave a wry smile: "Withdraw? How can I withdraw? The contracts are signed, the money's already paid..."

"Just accept the loss," lamented another balding man: "Losing a bit of the advance payment is better than being dragged down. Mayor Lin is dead set on taking down Zhao Tianyu—whoever gets involved will suffer misfortune."

Several people looked at each other, and all fell silent.

Everyone recalled their years of cooperation with Zhao Tianyu, those shady deals, and felt somewhat uneasy in their hearts.