In a small Western-style building by a coastal harbor in Guangdong Province, Liang Xiaomin stood at the window, watching the sea in the distance gradually sink into darkness.
In the past, whenever night fell, Liang Xiaomin would be in an especially good mood, because nighttime was when work began. By dawn, her assets would have grown by another share—easy money, never interrupted.
But once that wealth had swollen to a certain extent, another kind of hidden worry emerged.
Black money was like the night: it could not stand the light. She had to find a way to change its nature, to let it appear openly beneath the sun—commonly known as laundering it clean.
Those foolish upstarts who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth failed to understand the importance of that transformation process. Sooner or later, they would meet with disaster. But Liang Xiaomin was no ordinary person. She had a detailed plan.
Fenghua Apparel was an impeccably clean, high-quality enterprise, with retail channels spread across the country and vast numbers of transactions that did not require invoices. As long as she could get involved with it, even for only a few years, all her hidden worries could be solved with ease.
Originally, Liang Xiaomin had been confident about this. After all, Fenghua Apparel had been built from the ground up by her man, Guo Donglun. It was only cross-shareholding, and Fenghua Apparel would not suffer any losses. They had to give her that much face.
But when Liang Xiaomin asked Guo Donglun to come forward and "have a talk" with Li Ye, Guo Donglun refused. His reason was simple—"I no longer handle the company's affairs. You can make the decisions yourself."
As if Liang Xiaomin could make any decisions.
Without Guo Donglun backing her, Li Ye did