At the beginning, I found 100 million in a rental house.

It was at this moment that Zhang Youting suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to run out of the office.

"No, our people are in danger! I have to get there right now!"

"Youting, don't rush!" Chen Xuan grabbed Zhang Youting, who was about to rush out. "We don't know what the situation is over there. What if you rush over alone and get into danger?"

Zhang Youting's eyes reddened with anxiety: "But Sister Xuan, they—"

“I know!” Chen Xuan interrupted her, her tone resolute, “But it’s precisely at times like these that we must not panic!”

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, and quickly instructed, "It's no use for a girl like you to go to such a remote and impoverished place! Have the company's security department send a few reliable people to go with you."

She paused, then added, "If things really aren't right, call the police immediately. Don't try anything rash!"

"It's too late." Ye Feng's voice suddenly rang out.

Chen Xuan and Zhang Youting both looked at him at the same time.

A sharp glint flashed in Ye Feng's eyes. "The phone being snatched means the staff's situation is extremely critical. By the time Lingyun Real Estate's security department coordinates personnel to arrive, it will be too late."

He looked up at Chen Xuan and said, "You stay here and handle the handover of the group."

“Xiao Feng, you—” Chen Xuan was stunned.

"I'm going with Youting." Ye Feng put away his phone, turned around and walked out. "Let's go now."

"But..." Chen Xuan wanted to say something more.

Ye Feng stopped at the door and glanced back at her.

"Believe me."

Zhang Youting paused for a second, then quickly realized what was happening and said to Chen Xuan, "Sister Xuan, I'll go with President Ye first! I'll contact you immediately if I get any news!"

"Wait!" Chen Xuan wanted to say something more, but Zhang Youting had already chased after Ye Feng and run out.

The hall was completely silent.

Niu Songran cautiously stepped forward: "President Chen, that conference room..."

"Wait a minute." Chen Xuan interrupted him, walked to the window, and looked downstairs.

The black Mercedes S600 had already started, shooting out of the underground garage like an arrow and disappearing at the end of the street.

Chen Xuan gripped her phone, her fingers tightening slightly. She took a deep breath, turned to look at Niu Songran, her worry and panic completely gone, replaced by the calm and decisiveness of a business queen.

“Mr. Niu,” Chen Xuan said, her voice steady, “Let’s begin.”

"Yes." Niu Songran bowed his head.

One hour later.

In the northwest of Guangzhou, there is an impoverished mountainous area that is completely different from the bustling city.

The black Mercedes-Benz S600 bumped along the rugged mountain road.

"How much further?" Ye Feng gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

The mountain path grew narrower and narrower, and the trees on both sides became increasingly dense. In the distance, the rolling mountains took on a desolate, dark red hue in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Just ahead... turn right ahead and you'll be there." Zhang Youting pointed to a bend in the road ahead. "The project site is located in a mountain valley. We came to inspect it before. There are more than a dozen families there, and they all say they're so poor they can't even afford to eat..."

As she spoke, her voice lowered again.

Ye Feng didn't say anything, he just stepped on the gas.

As the car rounded the bend, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before us.

It was a small mountain valley with a dozen or so dilapidated mud-brick houses scattered on the hillside. But in the center of the valley, there was a newly leveled construction site—the foundation had been laid, steel bars and cement were piled up to the side, and several construction vehicles were parked there, but the site was deserted.

Next to the construction site, in front of a relatively intact adobe house, a dozen or so people were gathered.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Zhang Youting could hear the sounds coming from inside.

It was a woman's voice, shrill, arrogant, and with a heavy regional accent:

"I'm telling you, you have to agree to what I'm about to do, whether you like it or not!"

"Either you sign here now, acknowledging that Lingyun Real Estate voluntarily built a small villa for each of our families, including decoration and furniture!"

"Either—"

The woman's voice suddenly rose, carrying a blatant threat:

"I'll sell all of you delicate young women to Myanmar! I'll make you work like sleptaudies until you die!" (End of Chapter)