Chapter 557: Moving Graves at Midnight

Not long after Lin Feng left, Zheng Enhui also left the restaurant's private room.

Just as she stepped out, the door of the neighboring private room suddenly opened.

Yang Yu walked out.

Zheng Enhui jumped in fright, her heart pounding 'thump-thump'.

Could Yang Yu have heard what she just said in the private room?

When Zheng Enhui was at a loss, Yang Yu furrowed his brow and asked, 'How did the talk go?'

The private room's soundproofing was excellent.

Yang Yu, of course, hadn't heard anything.

Zheng Enhui reeked of alcohol, looking completely drunk.

After Lin Feng left, she drank all the remaining alcohol in the bottle.

She wanted to get drunk, but still couldn't become completely drunk.

But this drunken demeanor concealed the hint of panic she had just shown.

Facing Yang Yu's question, Zheng Enhui shook her head and said, 'I made him drink a bottle of white liquor to apologize, and he said it's fine.'

'Just that?'

Yang Yu was somewhat doubtful.

Given his understanding of Lin Feng, how could Lin Feng possibly let this matter go so lightly?

Suddenly, he looked at Zheng Enhui with a doubtful gaze.

With the private room door closed, besides drinking, could something else have happened between the two of them?

Yang Yu's suspicions were strong.

Seeing Yang Yu's gaze, Zheng Enhui knew he was doubting her.

In the past, she would have wanted to explain.

But now she didn't even have the thought to explain.

Yang Yu quickly reacted.

Although he had only been there a short while, after the waiter came out and closed the door, it had been less than an hour.

Such a short time… what was I thinking?

'Let's go home!'

Yang Yu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, putting his arm around Zheng Enhui's waist and said.

Zheng Enhui's waist tightened slightly, then she leaned half against Yang Yu.

After leaving the restaurant and getting into the car, Zheng Enhui sighed.

Some men are destined to be unattainable for oneself.

One can only watch him from afar, silently paying attention, like a secret crush.

As for Lin Feng's identity, she had promised him she wouldn't tell Yang Yu, so she certainly wouldn't!

Watching this drama from the sidelines is actually quite fun.

Afternoon of November 5.

In the center of Hancheng, Han Guo, a temporarily rented office building.

Dozens of people sat in the spacious meeting room.

Yang Yu was among them.

Such meetings had been ongoing for two days.

Over these two days, Yang Yu's team had also figured out the identities of these people.

They were all elites in Wall Street investment, each with impressive résumés.

But Yang Yu knew these people were merely frontmen put forward by capitalist magnates.

And what about him—wasn't he the same?

Yang Yu had previously said he would invest 10 billion US dollars.

Though he said that, actually coming up with that much money still gave him some reservations.

Moreover, the funds raised by those present were sufficient.

Finally, after scraping together, they managed to bring in 100 million US dollars, accounting for nine percent of the total investment.

The remaining money was his own life savings.

If he lost this time, his spirit would probably be gone.

After the meeting the next day, once things were settled, dozens of contracts were printed out.

Everyone signed.

Then they could begin operations.

The neighboring office had already been prepared.

The trading team numbered over a hundred, and the office was filled with computers.

It looked like a war command center.

Soon, Han Guo's stock market became exciting.

Some stocks plummeted, others surged.

Every day, all kinds of news would break out.

Some company was acquired, some company's debt came due, banks were collecting loans.

Over 50 billion US dollars… no!

Not just that much.

Because Lin Feng still prepared a backup.

This time Yang Yu's target is mainly the Cui family.

The Cui family previously gathered a large amount of funds to encircle and suppress Lin Feng's Great Merit Group.

Now a sudden influx of funds of unknown origin has poured in, targeting the Cui family.

The Cui family had no choice but to turn to other financial conglomerates for help.

Moreover, some financial conglomerate tycoons, seeing profit to be made, also actively joined in.

Gradually, the situation became somewhat uncontrollable.

According to Lin Feng's estimate, at most another week, the upper echelons of Han Guo will intervene.

If it really comes to that, at least one-third of the money invested upfront will be wasted.

Lin Feng, using Zhang Shangxun's identity, began lobbying.

Called lobbying, it was actually just promising benefits.

Over there, the Cui family was of course the same.

November 10.

The harried Cui Minyu, his head a mess, was called home by his father Cui Zhi Hou.

For the purpose of relocating the grave.

Seeing the Dao-robed Kong Ming, who had the immortal wind and Daoist bone demeanor, Cui Minyu was displeased,

but also felt that the old Daoist Kong Ming was really too pretentious.

Han Guo's ancient costume fantasy films really ought to learn from Kong Ming.

"Minyu, cheer up; tonight is our family's most important day."

Seeing Cui Minyu's weary appearance, Cui Zhi Hou furrowed his brow and reminded him.

Now Cui Zhi Hou nominally holds the position of president, but all actual authority has been handed over to Cui Minyu.

This young son, although short-tempered, is decisive when handling major matters.

Later, when he gets older, it will be fine.

Cui Minyu also furrowed his brow and said: "The situation isn't good now, Dad; do you know how much funding is aimed at us? Over 50 billion dollars!"

Moreover, the gold futures we invested in earlier have also suffered heavy losses due to the recent plunge in gold prices."

What Cui Minyu said was true; you could tell from his voice.

Because he had spoken too much these past two days, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

Cui Zhi Hou calmly said: "Don't worry; it hasn't reached the point of no return."

Cui Zhi Hou is very confident, because his family controls Han Guo's most important semiconductor industry.

This concerns Han Guo's lifeline.

Unless the Cui family members all die, that share of equity will not fall into others' hands.

Cui Minyu remained silent.

Cui Zhi Hou patted his shoulder, saying: "Take this opportunity to also rest well!"

Cui Minyu sighed.

For now, ordinary people in Han Guo are quite peaceful.

But the financial market is like a pot of porridge.

In just these few days, someone made a fortune, going from a commoner to middle class.

More wealthy people lost so much they fell into huge debt, leaping from the Han River Bridge.

After taking several deep breaths, Cui Minyu gradually calmed down.

He still felt somewhat unwilling.

Because the Great Merit Group was about to collapse soon.

As a result, a "Cheng Yaojin" suddenly appeared.

The Great Merit Group, on the brink of disaster, thus escaped a calamity.

"Ah Xi!"

Cui Minyu vigorously grabbed his own hair.

This is a habitual action he has had since childhood.

Only after he grabbed it did he feel a stinging sensation on his scalp.

It turned out the wound that had just healed split open again.

Time passed quickly.

1 a. m.

Cui Zhi Hou and his son Cui Minyu, plus another dozen or so members of the Cui family, paid respects at the ancestral grave.

Kong Ming set up an altar.

Before the altar, he shook a bell, chanting in a language that even Martians couldn't understand.

Yet its rhythm, rising and falling, made one feel profoundly mysterious.

After finishing the rites, it was time to exhume the grave.

The Cui family's people, including Cui Minyu, picked up shovels...

While the old Daoist Kong Ming found an excuse and ran to a upwind spot nearby.

He placed a sea conch shell in an inconspicuous yet wind-exposed spot.

After placing it, he took out a clump of sponge from inside the sea conch shell.

Then he fled as if escaping, running far away.

After running several hundred meters, a person suddenly appeared and tripped him to the ground.

Kong Ming the old Daoist hadn't yet gotten up from the ground when someone suddenly grabbed his neck, and then he felt the world spin and passed out.