The familiar green chat window, the familiar profile pictures.
[Wang Lei: President Cai, it's done. I've kicked that idiot Chen Lin out of the company.]
[Vice President Cai: Good work. What did Low Market Wanmiao say?]
[Wang Lei: She said the money's ready. Once Liu Xinjian's operation collapses, she'll transfer it to the account you specified.]
[Vice President Cai: Good. Remember, this stays between us. Have someone keep a close eye on Chen Lin. Don't let him stir up any trouble.]
Another set of screenshots showed a conversation between Wang Lei and Li Yang from the information security department.
[Wang Lei: Yang, thanks. I've transferred the million to your account.]
[Li Yang: Don't mention it, Lei. Come to me again if you need anything like this! But Lei, this won't get us into trouble, will it? I'm a little nervous.]
[Wang Lei: Nervous, my ass! It's airtight! That dumbass probably doesn't even dare stay in Magic City anymore!]
The screenshots appeared one after another.
Every line of dialogue was like a slap delivered across the room to Wang Lei, Cai Chenggong, and Li Yang.
And like a hammer smashing into the hearts of every guest.
The uproar in the banquet hall exploded like a powder keg set alight!
"Holy shit! It's real! Even the profile pictures match!"
"A whole nest of rats! They're all fucking animals!"
The employees of Changfeng Securities went completely wild. They stared at Cai Chenggong, who had already passed out on the floor, and the ashen-faced Li Yang, their eyes filled with contempt and fury.
But it wasn't over yet.
Chen Lin's voice rang out through the microphone again, colder than before.
"You can claim the chat logs were fabricated, right?"
"But you can't claim I Photoshopped this bank transfer record too, can you?"
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