70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

In March 1984, Yang Weibin officially completed his bankruptcy liquidation, and the wealth he and his father had accumulated over many years collapsed.

In their early years, the father and son did everything they could to make money so that their descendants could become successful, but in the end, it all came to nothing.

Yang Weibin stood downstairs at 'Weibin International', looking up at the building he had spent a fortune to construct.

I remember how exciting the ribbon-cutting ceremony was back then.

Everyone felt that he had achieved so much at such a young age, and his future was definitely immeasurable.

He thought so too.

When I was young, I was more arrogant than the heavens.

I feel that everything in the future will be within my grasp.

His development was indeed very smooth over the years, until China opened its doors to the world.

At that time, he naively thought that his opportunity had come again!
Moreover, as a son, he should avenge his father no matter what, so he joined forces with outsiders and spent a lot of money to try to acquire Shengxia Factory, but Chen Qing caught him like a turtle in a jar!
As if she had anticipated this from the very end, she watched the clowns while they revelled.

Since then——

His career began to decline.

Whether it was the complete collapse of China's strategic plans, the cargo ship he painstakingly acquired through connections being directly targeted by Chen Qing, or his current Weibin International...

Yang Weibin found it somewhat ironic. Although his family had schemed against Chen Qing's family, they had gained very little from them, yet they had given up everything.

chap——

The screeching sound of the Mercedes braking suddenly on the road pulled Yang Weibin out of his memories. He looked at the Mercedes window slowly rolling down, revealing the face of the person he hated to the core!

"What, you're still not satisfied with all the money you've made off me? You have to come here and laugh at me?"

He Yuxiang looked at him suspiciously, a bloodthirsty smile curling at the corner of his mouth: "How could you be so naive as to think that after you killed three people in my family and almost killed my sister, I was just making a few light sarcastic remarks to you?"

He was too kind.

Did they spare Yang Weibin's life?
That's why his empty head was filled with these superficial thoughts.

What he wanted—

It's Yang Weibin's fate!

It has been from beginning to end.

Only his death can bring peace to his mother and grandparents!

"What do you want to do?"

Yang Weibin had a strange, bad feeling.

The best thing he should do right now is to run!
But the burly men around him began to surround him, gradually encircling him.

Yang Weibin's eyes widened in terror: "He Yuxiang, what exactly do you want to do!"

He Yuxiang generously told him, "First I'll make you hungry, then I'll make you cold, then I'll make you fight with dogs for food, and finally, when you're neither human nor ghost, I'll take you mountain climbing."

It would have been very convenient to kill Yang Weibin with a single shot.

However, he was afraid that this would involve his aunt and uncle, so he thought that letting Yang Weibin be more sensible and commit suicide was the best option.

"You! You! You!" Yang Weibin's finger trembled as he pointed at He Yuxiang: "Aren't you afraid that your aunt and uncle will regret raising a pervert if they find out what you did!"

He Yuxiang thought back to how his father had threatened him in the same way. The anxiety and unease he felt in his youth were gone. Looking at Yang Weibin's ferocious face, he felt somewhat relieved: "They will never regret raising me."

He Yuxiang waved his hand, signaling a group of bodyguards to escort Yang Weibin to a secluded warehouse, as he still needed to handle some business.

For example, change Weibin International to Feiyu International.

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The car drove for about forty minutes before stopping.

Yang Weibin was dragged out, and the sack was roughly ripped off. The sudden light blinded him.

Before me was an abandoned warehouse, located on the edge of a remote industrial area in the New Territories.

The corrugated iron roof is rusted and perforated, and the paint on the walls is peeling off, revealing the moldy cement underneath.

The most deadly thing is the wind—

The warehouse had no door, and the March sea breeze blew in unhindered, like ice water being poured on you.

"Go in."

The person behind him gave him a push.

Yang Weibin stumbled and fell into the warehouse.

The ground was cold cement, covered with a thin layer of dust.

He looked around: empty, dilapidated, with nothing but a pile of blackened sacks and a few rusty iron barrels in the corner.

There were no windows, only a few slivers of light leaking through a few holes in the roof.

There is no heating equipment.

There wasn't even a chair to sit on.

No one explained anything to him; they just threw him in and then closed the door again.

Yang Weibin was plunged into darkness once again.

In the darkness, one's senses are amplified, and Yang Weibin's breathing becomes rapid and uneasy. Just as he is anxiously waiting, the door is finally opened again.

He Yuxiang strolled in, the hem of his black coat fluttering slightly in the wind.

He was dressed very simply today: a black turtleneck sweater, black trousers, and black leather shoes. He looked like a shadow that cut through the light.

He took off his sunglasses, and his narrow eyes, in the dim light, revealed an almost inhuman coldness.

Yang Weibin looked up at him and felt a sense of oppression coming over him, so he started to move his buttocks backward.

He Yuxiang scoffed, and the bodyguard sensibly offered him a chair.

Looking at the disheveled Yang Weibin, He Yuxiang dismissed the others and said, "You must be wondering all this time how I repeatedly caused turmoil in the gold market, right?"

Yang Weibin looked at him warily, but a look of longing involuntarily appeared in his eyes.

He genuinely wanted to know.

I know exactly how all of this was done!
He Yuxiang looked down at him and said softly, "Back then, you and your father saw that our family had a large amount of gold, so you killed my maternal grandparents and my mother. But in reality, the gold is still intact. You and your father schemed and plotted, but not only did you not get the gold, you also ruined your savings of many years with this gold. What do you call that?"

Yang Weibin's eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically: "Impossible! Your aunt clearly donated this batch of gold!"

Even after many years, Yang Weibin never gave up searching for the money he had obtained for free. After learning that Chen Qing had donated the gold for the development of Shengxia Garment Factory, he berated Chen Qing for three hours in his office, calling him incredibly stupid!
But He Yuxiang told him that the gold was fake at all...

how come?
How can this be?

Seeing that he didn't believe him, He Yuxiang directly took out two newspapers and threw them in front of him: "The total value of the gold and jewelry is thirty million. I directly leveraged it tenfold. Do you think the market wouldn't fluctuate when this news gets out?"

"then you……"

Yang Weibin's eyes gleamed with ecstasy.

If He Yuxiang really increases the leverage to ten times, then based on the current price of gold, he will definitely lose money!

He Yuxiang: "What a coincidence, I also bet on the 'downward' method. Thanks to you, I made ten or twenty million."

Yang Weibin was completely stunned.

A moment later, he suddenly jumped up, intending to strangle He Yuxiang. (End of Chapter)