Deadly Trap.

Chapter 49. Resources

So, just as Gu Mufeng said, he spent the whole afternoon busy dealing with Yiheng's funeral arrangements.

Just as Gu Mufeng was checking financial statements and accounts with the former deputy captain and now captain of the finance team, and arranging detailed work for the major financial forces, there was another knock on his office door.

"Boss." Quenxus spoke respectfully and reservedly through the door.

"Enter."

Gu Mufeng braced his hands on the table, mentally calculating Shengshi Liyong's tax return for the fourth quarter of last year: the amount clearly didn't match FN's loan. He narrowed his eyes. The Sheng family had problems.

"Boss, excuse me. But Young Master Zhou just arrived."

Gu Mufeng looked up: "Is there something wrong with him?"

He said he had something extremely important to discuss and needed to see you immediately.

"I'm not here." Gu Mufeng lowered his head again.

Quenxus finished his curt reply and was about to close the office door when a commotion erupted in the hallway. Lulu, the usually demure and sweet-voiced proprietress, had unusually raised her voice. Her shrill voice slammed through the door:

"Hey! Customer! This is the staff entrance!"

Just as Gu Mufeng had finished covering the tax return, the office door was firmly pushed open by a chubby white hand and slammed against the wall with a loud thud.

On Monday, his messy, center-parted short hair rushed in first. He was usually gentle and refined, but today his hair was disheveled, and his elegant, round face was flushed red.

Pushing open the door, he was panting heavily on Monday. After a brief pause, he began to speak:

"Fine! Young Master Gu, I consider you a friend! You like my junior and want to marry her, so I'll arrange it. But you won't even see the matchmaker!"

Gu Mufeng was furious.

He maintained a calm expression, his eyes fixed on Monday's agitated face. Just after Monday, Lulu and Quenxus rushed in, peeking out from the doorway. The deputy captain of the finance team stood by the table in astonishment, wishing he could disappear on the spot.

Everyone in the room was looking at Gu Mufei behind his desk.

Speaking clearly, word by word, Gu Mufeng slowly opened his mouth from behind the table: "Can't you see I'm busy? Is this the Zhou family's upbringing?"

"Zhou family?"

Frustrated and anxious, Zhou Yi simply ignored everything. He slammed the door open, rushed to Gu Mufeng's desk covered with group reports, and slammed his hand on the table.

If it weren't for a sliver of reason remaining, allowing Monday to realize that the carpet beneath his feet belonged to his friend, he would have spat it out long ago.

"Don't mention the Zhou family to me." He shook his chubby hand. "Young Master Gu! I have to talk to you! Things are extremely urgent!"

It seems that if Zhou Yi isn't allowed to speak his mind sooner or later, he'll spill the beans in front of everyone.

Helpless, Gu Mufeng had no choice but to put down what he was doing and send everyone out.

Sinking into his office chair, Gu Mufeng watched Zhou Yi go around in circles, feeling a surge of annoyance: "Speak."

My wish came true, and Monday was a day of cathartic release, a time to vent my frustrations:
"Last time you lent me 20 million, didn't I invest in that new media company? Like you said, I've carefully reviewed all the financial statements."

"But I only found out this morning that Hengtai Group wants to acquire a controlling stake. My dad wants to buy shares. What does this mean?"

With a wave of his hand, Zhou Yiyang finished speaking. He was emotional, staring intently at Gu Mufeng's face.

"Why does Mr. Zhou want to invest? Have you thought about it?"

"Uh." He hesitated instinctively, clearly having considered it on Monday, but not deeply. "I think last quarter's performance was good, so—"

Gu Mufeng pondered carefully: Based on his understanding of the Zhou family, they were cautious and would never invest in the new company just because its quarterly performance was good. Not even his own son's.

Moreover, crossing boundaries is like crossing a mountain. Hengtai has always focused on department stores, retail, foreign trade, and logistics, and in any case, it has nothing to do with new media.

Not to mention, the arts, media, and related soft industries have been firmly monopolized by the Gu family for centuries.

It seems that Mr. Zhou wants to use his son's investment as a shell company to take advantage of the Gu family's misfortune. It remains to be seen how the Sheng and Yi families will react.

However, Zhou Yi certainly wouldn't have considered this aspect. His old classmate was a polymath in literature and history; Gu Mufei couldn't even come close. It's just that Zhou Yi's mind was too shallow.

"So you've gained the Zhou family's approval?" Without showing any emotion, Gu Mufeng tried to smooth things over. "Let it go."

"Young Master Gu, are you kidding me? I was incredibly grateful for the 20 million you lent me last time." Zhou Yi rubbed his hands together. "But my dad has squeezed me out again, hasn't he?"

His eyes were red.
"My younger brother. I'm so unwilling to accept this."

"Young Master Gu, since I helped you with the matchmaking, could you... uh, lend me another twenty million to buy out the shares? The company is profitable now. Consider it a debt the Zhou family owes you in the future—"

"on Monday."

At this moment, Gu Mufeng interrupted Zhou Yi decisively. He had already guessed that Zhou Yi's trip would likely end like this, which was why he had been avoiding her:
“I told you before that my name cannot be associated with any company, so I can’t lend you my personal money. If it’s through organizational accounts, I can’t make an exception just for you.”

"The 20 million you borrowed is already four times the interest rate. You actually want to borrow more? Are you crazy?"

"But--"

Gu Mufeng refused to let up. His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on Zhou Yi, pressing closer step by step.
"At the banquet, you couldn't even detect Sheng Chunqiu's deliberate encouragement, which caused a huge problem for the interests of the Dilonghui, leaving me to clean it up." His eyes were extremely cold: "Now you want me to invest and directly start a shareholding war with the four major financial groups?"

Gu Mufeng suppressed his anger: "If I were you, I would immediately back down, take advantage of Hengtai's interest, sell the shares at the highest price, and short sell immediately."

Gu Mufeng's financial operations were like an automatic process: once the four major financial groups started tearing each other apart, the stock price would inevitably plummet; only then would shorting the stock maximize profits.

"It's not too late now," he said simply, calmly concluding the conversation.

"Give up? Short sell?" Zhou Yi was so anxious he was jumping up and down. He almost questioned, "I've finally managed to get here, Young Master Gu, what do you mean? You're not going to look down on me like they do!"

"I was wrong to lend you money before and not treat you as a friend." Gu Mufeng retorted coldly, "The water is too deep. You can't do it."

“Gu Mufeng!” Zhou Yi’s eyes were red.

"on Monday."

With a resounding tone, Gu Mufeng's words remained unchanged:

"Listen to my advice: since you know exactly how I make a living, you should understand that there is no difference between capital and the gray world."

"People are born different, and everyone has strengths and weaknesses. Just because you were born into the Zhou family doesn't mean you have to be their dog."

Having made his point absolute, Gu Mufeng stood up opposite Zhou Yi.

The bright glow of the setting sun illuminated half the office. In the interplay of light and shadow, Gu Mufeng and Zhou Yi faced each other across the desk. Zhou Yi remained resolute.

Deliberately enunciating each syllable, Gu Mufeng said calmly, "Monday. If you can't even figure this out, don't come see me again."

That voice was chillingly quiet.

Ten years. From campus to the financial world; three young figures have walked together along Ginkgo Avenue.

Facing Gu Mufeng's indifferent gaze, Zhou Yi turned pale and was speechless for a moment.

He stamped his foot, and after a long pause, managed to squeeze out a distorted syllable: "Fine. Fine. Fine indeed! Even you!"

Gu Mufeng's heart sank. He knew what those words meant.

He stormed out the door on Monday. "Bang!"

The air vibrated, and dust particles floated.

Sitting back in his office chair, Gu Mufei covered his eyes and sighed: Did he say something too harsh?

However, if you can understand this on Monday, you will no longer waste your time in shopping malls that you neither like nor are good at.

However, he lost it again.

Zhou Yi was unaware that, as friends, they had lost Wang Yiheng forever. Gu Mufeng didn't want to see Zhou Yi go any further in vain.

He lost them one by one. Hadn't he already gotten used to it? One day, Su Li also...

“Quenxus,” Gu Mufeng rang the bell, his tone returning to its usual calm, “Have the finance team return to their offices. Also, after your business dinner with the municipal officials tonight, go to Yiheng’s house at 9:30 p.m.

On one corner of the table, insurance policies and his signed pension checks were neatly stacked.

Gu Mufeng's hand involuntarily fell to his brow again. He had lost count of how many times this had happened today. A fleeting image floated before his eyes: on New Year's Eve, Su Li's soft hand wiping his forehead…

"As for security, let Bran lead the team." His voice couldn't be colder as he delivered the order.

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Next chapter: Completely His (Please read the author's note! It's very important!!)

[Author's Note]

As everyone knows, the next chapter is special, and the author cannot release the original text under any circumstances. Whatever you readers feel, please give this feedback tenfold. Su Li was in so much pain that she cried. But she was 100% willing and went willingly; there was no coercion involved.

Gu Mufeng's world is bleak; his madness and violence are an outpouring of his cold control. Fortunately, his gentleness is slowly helping Su Li regain her senses.

Su Li was his light; that was clear from the first time they met. This was no joke.

It's not wrong for readers to hate Gu Mufeng.

Because the first half of his book was indeed incomplete and ruthless.

But I believe you will eventually love Gu Mufeng, because Su Li is about to heal him step by step—in the most painful way.

Loyal young master Gu will be coming, so stay tuned!
>>>>>【Chapter Forty-Nine】>>>>>
After power, capital is not far behind.

If power is a thread that chokes you, then capital is a knife that kills.

Gu Mufeng is well aware of the rules of the capital game. What do you all think of his "ruthless" approach to Monday?
On such a somber day, in the next chapter, someone completely loses control...

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