Chen Lin had thought this was merely a scheme Wang Lei had cooked up to frame him.
He had never imagined that foreign capital was involved-and from the most revolting bunch of all!
They were colluding with outsiders to short-sell high-quality domestic clients, feeding those greedy jackals with their countrymen's hard-earned money!
"You fucking deserve to die!"
"What's wrong with that? There's no shame in making money." A strange smile hung on Wang Lei's face as he stated it numbly, as though none of it concerned him.
"How did you all get together? How many times have you done this?" Chen Lin's voice was cold enough to freeze the air.
"There was another time three years ago..."
Half an hour later.
Chen Lin put away his phone and hurried off.
His phone now held not only the complete video recording, but also all the chat logs and transfer receipts he had dug out of Wang Lei's phone, documenting his dealings with Li Yang, Vice President Cai, and that Low Market Wanmiao.
Those files were supposed to have been deleted, but Wang Lei had taken a precaution, compressing them into a single archive and storing it on his phone.
Perhaps he could use it to hold something over Vice President Cai in the future.
The chain of evidence was airtight.
A few minutes later, Wang Lei slowly came to and discovered that he was standing in a restroom stall.
"Huh? Wasn't I going to the office to pick up a document? How did I end up here?"
He shook his heavy head, putting it down to having drunk too much the night before.
Not noticing anything amiss, he straightened his expensive tie and walked out humming a tune, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.
Seven that evening.
Hibiscus Hall, on the