Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The words "way out" struck Zhong Xiaoai like a bolt of lightning.

She suddenly lifted her tear- and snot-covered face, her swollen eyes bursting with ecstatic joy.

Without any hesitation, she pounced forward like a hungry dog ​​pouncing on its prey.

He clung tightly to the 1.2 million titanium golf club on the carpet.

It was as if that was Guanyin Bodhisattva, who could save lives.

"I dare to accept! Master Yan, I'm willing to pay any price!"

Zhong Xiaoai's voice was completely hoarse, and every word she spoke sounded like blood.

"As long as you don't go to extremes, whatever you say goes!"

Yan Qingfeng scoffed and flicked the cigar between his fingers.

He turned and walked to the large rosewood desk, then sat down in the leather boss's chair with an air of authority.

There are three conditions.

Yan Qingfeng exhaled a puff of pale blue smoke, his eyes colder than a blade.

"First, the front page of tomorrow's morning paper. Your Chung family will buy the space to publicly admit to financial fraud and stock market manipulation."

He tapped his knuckles on the table.

"Completely withdraw from the business world. From now on, the Zhong family's name will no longer exist in this part of Beijing."

Zhong Xiaoai shuddered; her newly ignited hope was doused with ice water.

Admitting to fraud? That would be tantamount to throwing the reputation built up by the Chung family over generations into a cesspool and crushing it.

From now on, the Zhong family will never be able to hold their heads high in Beijing's social circles.

"Article Two."

Yan Qingfeng gave her no chance to catch her breath and continued to stab her.

"The Lingxiao Consortium can reluctantly take over the mess you've made outside."

He leaned back in his chair, a cruel smile creeping across his lips.

"But there's no such thing as a free lunch. After all the assets under the Chung family's name were used to pay off the debts, the remaining deficit was transferred to corporate debt."

Yan Qingfeng held up two fingers.

"Twenty years. Your entire Zhong family has been working for the Lingxiao Consortium for free for twenty years. You'll have to pay it back slowly."

Zhong Xiaoai's vision went black, and she almost fainted on the spot.

Carrying a twenty-year debt! This means that everyone in the Zhong family has become a long-term laborer in Yan Qingfeng's hands!

They will be forever nailed to the pillar of shame of the Lingxiao Consortium, with no chance of ever turning things around.

"Master Yan... what are these conditions..."

She tried to plead for mercy with trembling lips, but was interrupted by Lin Yubing's cold voice.

"Ms. Zhong, Mr. Yan is giving you a way out, not haggling with you in a vegetable market."

Lin Yubing walked forward in high heels and adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses.

"If you don't agree, the door is over there."

Lin Yubing gave a cold snort.

"Tomorrow morning, the gangsters who are collecting debts will come to the Xishan Villa to take your lives."

Zhong Xiaoai shivered.

Looking into Yan Qingfeng's calm, dark eyes, she knew she had no right to negotiate.

"I promise... I promise everything."

She banged her head on the carpet, and tears welled up again.

"Don't rush to kowtow, the best part is yet to come."

Yan Qingfeng stubbed out the half-smoked cigar in the crystal ashtray and leaned forward slightly.

"This third point is about your self-righteous husband."

Upon hearing the name "Hou Liangping," Zhong Xiaoai's back stiffened abruptly.

"Doesn't he like to constantly talk about representing justice?"

Yan Qingfeng crossed his fingers, his eyes flashing with a sharp killing intent.

"Don't you think I, Yan Qingfeng, reek of money, and that capitalism is filthy?"

Yan Qingfeng sneered repeatedly, his voice suddenly rising, exuding a chilling sense of oppression.

"I want you to go back to the capital and personally slap a document in his face."

"I demand that Hou Liangping personally write a letter of resignation, clearly admitting in it that he is a hypocrite who uses the guise of justice to leech off others!"

Zhong Xiaoai suddenly raised her head, her face full of shock.

"Master Yan, what are you doing...?"

"I want him to take off that uniform and stomp on his own face!"

Yan Qingfeng slammed his fist on the table.

"I want him to never touch anything related to public power again, in this life and the next!"

To destroy their spirit!

This is a complete and utter attack on the heart!

Zhong Xiaoai knows Hou Liangping too well.

That uniform, representing the Supreme People's Procuratorate's Anti-Corruption Bureau, was Hou Liangping's entire faith and dignity in life.

If you make him write a confession admitting he's a bloodsucker and a hypocrite.

This is a million times more painful for him than killing him outright!

"This... Ryohei won't sign it; that uniform is his life..."

Zhong Xiaoai knelt on the ground, muttering incoherently.

"Not signing?"

Yan Qingfeng leaned back, his eyes cold.

"Attorney Lin, calculate for her: if the Zhong family's fraud case is accepted, how many years would she, as the person in charge, be sentenced to?"

Lin Yubing immediately opened the folder in her hand, her voice crisp and clear.

"The amount involved exceeds 10 billion yuan, and the circumstances are particularly serious. According to the criminal law, life imprisonment is the only option."

She looked at Zhong Xiaoai's pale face and added insult to injury.

"Of course, the food in prison is definitely not as exquisite as the afternoon tea at the West Mountain Villa."

life imprisonment!

These four words struck Zhong Xiaoai's heart like a heavy hammer.

She was pampered since childhood, how could she possibly endure the suffering of a dark and hopeless prison?

What does a husband's dignity matter when faced with the survival of his family and his own freedom?

The hesitation in her eyes lasted only a second.

That deep-rooted selfish nature instantly took over.

"I promise you!"

Zhong Xiaoai suddenly straightened up, her eyes turning unusually fierce.

"As long as the Chung family is spared and I don't go to jail, I'll make him sign even if it means breaking his hand!"

She kowtowed deeply to Yan Qingfeng.

His forehead hit the floor with a dull thud.

Yan Qingfeng looked at the woman on the ground, his eyes filled with contemptuous mockery.

This is what is known as a prestigious and powerful family.

When disaster strikes, they are more cold-blooded than stray dogs on the street.

He tilted his head and gave Lin Yubing a wink.

Lin Yubing understood and pulled out a pre-prepared official document from the folder.

She walked over and threw the "Resignation and Statement of Guilt" in front of Zhong Xiaoai.

The papers fluttered onto the carpet, making a soft rustling sound.

"Take it with you back to the capital."

Yan Qingfeng picked up the ice water from his desk and took a sip.

Zhong Xiaoai hurriedly stuffed the document into her bosom, as if afraid it would fly away.

She wiped away her tears and tried to stand up, supporting herself on the carpet.

Just as she staggered around and was about to walk toward the office door...

"Don't worry, Master Yan, I'll fly back to the capital to see him right away!"

Zhong Xiaoai clutched the document tightly to her chest, her eyes flashing with a gambler's madness.

"Even if I held a knife to his throat, I would make him sign the document!"