Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

The morning at the Deep Blue manufacturing base was broken by a sudden screech of brakes.

Inside the factory, the roar of two hundred machine tools was like the bellow of a steel behemoth, frantically consuming and transforming silver-gray titanium alloy into tickets to financial freedom.

However, the lively atmosphere outside the factory was abruptly cooled down by a group of uninvited guests.

Three black sedans bearing the logo of Jinghua Bank were blocking the main road, obstructing a logistics truck that was about to be dispatched.

"Stop! Stop everything! Turn off the engines!"

A middle-aged man in a dark blue suit, with slicked-back hair, stood in front of the car, waving a stack of documents. His booming voice echoed, "I am Wu Defa, the director of the credit department of Jinghua Bank! I am now legally seizing and freezing the mortgaged assets of Hongxing Machinery Factory… oh no, Shenlan Technology! All irrelevant personnel, get out of here immediately!"

Dozens of bank debt collectors dressed in black suits quickly dispersed, holding yellow and black striped caution tape in their hands, their movements as practiced as if they had rehearsed countless times.

Chen Mo ran out, covered in sweat, a walkie-talkie in his hand: "Director Wu! What are you doing? Our loan isn't due yet!"

"Not due yet?" Wu Defa sneered, a shrewd calculation gleaming in his triangular eyes. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, looking at him like a lamb to the slaughter. "Assistant Chen, is it? According to Article Fourteen of the loan agreement, which stipulates accelerated maturity due to risk, given your company's recent involvement in multiple public relations crises and the questionable source of your raw materials, the bank's risk control department assesses that you face a significant risk of bad debts. Therefore, we demand the early repayment of the 200 million yuan loan principal and interest. Can't pay? Then we'll shut down the factory!"

[This isn't a risk control assessment; it's clearly Shen Wanshan, that mad dog, coming here just because he smelled it.]

Chen Mo was so angry his hands were trembling: "Director Wu, you're driving us to the brink! We're operating at full capacity right now, our orders are booked until next year, where is the risk of bad debts?"

"An order?" Wu Defa scoffed, kicking a wooden crate full of finished products next to him with his leather shoe. "Who knows if you're just making a pile of scrap metal? Enough nonsense, either hand over two hundred million in cash right now, or get out of here immediately. The court's seizure order is coming soon!"

Workers from the surrounding area rushed over upon hearing the news, clutching wrenches and calipers, their anger palpable.

"Why are you shutting down the factory? We just started operations!"

"Exactly! Isn't this cutting off our livelihood?"

Seeing that a conflict was about to break out, Wu Defa was not flustered at all, but rather somewhat smug.

He was more than happy for these peasants to take action. Once they did, the situation would change, and he could not only shut down the factory but also send Bai Jingyou to jail.

Young Master Shen promised that if this matter was accomplished, the position of vice president would be his.

Just then, the crowd automatically parted to make way.

Bai Jingyou walked out with his hands in his pockets and a leisurely gait.

Jiang Mengyao followed beside him, dressed in a smart business suit, holding a tablet computer in her hand, her expression aloof.

"Oh, isn't this Director Wu?" Bai Jingyou stopped three meters in front of Wu Defa, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So angry so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of damaging your liver?"

Upon seeing Bai Jingyou, Wu Defa instinctively straightened his back, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. This was the spendthrift son who gave even the Second Young Master Shen a headache? He didn't seem all that great.

"Mr. Bai, stop trying to get close to me." Wu Defa shook the demand letter in his hand. "Let's keep it strictly business. Two hundred million, are you going to transfer it or check it? If you can't come up with it, this land and the factory buildings on it will belong to the Shen family in half an hour... oh no, I mean, be disposed of by the bank."

He let it slip. But Wu Defa didn't care; it was already an open secret anyway.

Bai Jingyou seemed oblivious to the flaw in his words, and instead turned to Jiang Mengyao: "Mengyao, how much liquid capital do we have in our account right now?"

Jiang Mengyao swiped her fingers across the tablet, her voice clear and strong: "After deducting the budget for purchasing raw materials and paying workers' wages, the initial deposit received yesterday, plus subsequent additional payments, currently provides us with 350 million in available cash flow."

"Whoosh—"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

Even the debt collectors holding the warning tape were stunned.

350 million in cash flow? These days, which real-economy business has that much cash on hand? That's practically a cash cow!

Wu Defa's face twitched, then he roared, his voice trembling with fear, "What nonsense! Three hundred and fifty million? Do you think it's ghost money? Unless you slap the money in my face right now, otherwise..."

"Smack."

A soft sound.

Bai Jingyou took a check out of his shirt pocket and flicked it out.

The check traced a graceful arc in the air before gently landing in the muddy water at Wu Defa's feet.

"Two hundred million in principal and interest, not a penny less," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "Pick it up and get out."

This move of throwing money at someone was so smooth and effortless, it was incredibly cool.

Chen Mo, who was standing next to him, was so excited that he wanted to kneel down and shout "666" to his boss on the spot.

Wu Defa stared at the check at his feet, his face turning pale and then flushed.

He was caught in a dilemma: whether he bent over or not.

In the end, greed triumphed over dignity. He squatted down, picked up the mud-stained check with two fingers, and examined it carefully.

The numbers above are correct, and the seal is correct as well.

But how can that be? If Bai Jingyou really pays back the money, wouldn't Young Master Shen's mission be ruined?

Wu Defa's eyes darted around, and he suddenly sneered, tearing the check in half fiercely!

"Sizzle"

Shredded paper danced in the wind.

"Bai Jingyou, who are you trying to fool with a fake check?" Wu Defa shouted, pointing his finger at Bai Jingyou's nose. "And even if you have the money, according to bank regulations, large repayments require an appointment three business days in advance! This factory is sealed off today! Put up the seal!"

Shameless!

Absolutely shameless!

Jiang Mengyao's pretty face turned pale with anger: "This is illegal! We're going to complain to the China Banking Regulatory Commission!"

"Complain? Go ahead and do it!" Wu Defa laughed arrogantly. "In Beijing, especially in the industrial credit sector, I'm the law! Shut it down! Let's see who dares to stop me!"

Several security guards tried to intervene, but were pushed aside by the professional debt collectors. The scene instantly descended into chaos.

As Bai Jingyou watched this scene, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a coldness as if he were looking at a dead person.

He took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Manager Liu? This is Bai Jingyou."

Wu Defa pricked up his ears and scoffed, "President Liu? Which President Liu? There are plenty of presidents with the surname Liu in Beijing. You think you can scare me with just some random actor?"

Bai Jingyou ignored him and said calmly into the phone, "I'm at the Deep Blue Manufacturing Base. There's a guy here named Wu Defa who claims to be the director of your Jinghua Bank. He not only tore up my repayment check but also boasted that he would have absolute control over the financial circle in Beijing. Yes, I have 350 million yuan in cash deposits here. I originally wanted to deposit it in your bank, but now it seems... this money is too hot to handle."

There was a sound like something being knocked over on the other end of the phone, followed by a roar.

Bai Jingyou hung up the phone and glanced at his watch: "Director Wu, I suggest you don't rush to put up the seal. You should think about how to write your resignation letter first."

"Keep pretending! Keep pretending!" Although Wu Defa's heart skipped a beat, he remained defiant, "I just don't believe it..."

"squeak--!!!"

A more urgent and piercing screech of brakes followed.

A black Hongqi H9, like an angry bull, smashed through the cars blocking the way from Jinghua Bank and came to a stop in the middle of the crowd.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the back door was violently pushed open.

An elderly man with gray hair and a dignified demeanor rushed down, followed by four assistants who were covered in sweat.

When Wu Defa saw the person who came, his legs went weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"President Liu... President Liu?! Why did you come in person?"

The visitor was Liu Jianguo, the president of Jinghua Bank.

Liu Jianguo didn't even glance at Wu Defa. He walked straight up to Bai Jingyou, his usually stern face now filled with a warm, spring-like smile. He reached out and tightly grasped Bai Jingyou's hands.

"President Bai! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!" Liu Jianguo shook Bai Jingyou's hand, his enthusiasm as if he had seen his long-lost father. "Their subordinates were ignorant and offended the God of Wealth. Please don't take it to heart! That 350 million... oh no, a high-quality client like you is something our company would be begging for!"

In this era where cash is king, a company with 350 million in liquid funds is the ancestor of banks!

Moreover, the phone call Liu Jianguo just received not only concerned deposit business, but also subtly mentioned military background and the shadow of Hongye Capital.

Neither of these two powerful figures is someone a small commercial bank can afford to offend!

Bai Jingyou calmly withdrew his hand and pointed to the torn-up check on the ground: "President Liu, I wanted to repay the money, but Director Wu thought it was dirty and tore it up. He even wants to shut down my factory."

Liu Jianguo followed Bai Jingyou's finger and saw the scraps of paper in the muddy water. His face instantly turned ashen.

He turned around abruptly and slapped Wu Defa across the face with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

The slap was so powerful that it sent Wu Defa spinning twice on the spot, and his gold-rimmed glasses flew off.

"You bastard!" Liu Jianguo roared, "Who gave you the right to tear up customer checks? Who gave you the right to illegally withdraw loans? You're fired! Get out! Get out right now!"

Wu Defa covered his swollen face, completely stunned: "Bank manager...it's Young Master Shen...it's the Shen family..."

"Shut up!" Liu Jianguo was terrified. This idiot actually dared to drag the Shen family into this in public! Did he want to get himself killed? "Security! Throw this bastard out!"

Seeing that things were not going well, the debt collectors who had been so arrogant just moments before immediately turned against him, grabbed Wu Defa, and dragged him out.

"President Bai! I was wrong! Please give me another chance, President Bai! I was forced into this!" Wu Defa's screams faded into the distance.

After dealing with the flies, Liu Jianguo rubbed his hands together and looked at Bai Jingyou with a fawning expression: "President Bai, look at the mess this has made... our deposit business..."

"I admire President Liu's impartiality," Bai Jingyou smiled. "However, I plan to use this money to expand production and will not be putting it in a fixed deposit for the time being. As for the two hundred million loan..."

"No rush! Not at all!" Liu Jianguo shook his head vigorously. "That's all a misunderstanding! We'll upgrade your credit rating to the highest level right away! If you're willing, we can even approve another 500 million yuan in credit! Interest-free!"

Just kidding, for a company that can secure military orders and top-quality raw materials to withdraw its loans at this time would be out of its mind.

Bai Jingyou did not refuse, but simply nodded: "Then thank you very much, President Liu. Chen Mo, see him out."

As the people from Jinghua Bank slunk away, a thunderous cheer erupted at the factory gate.