My sister broke off her engagement to marry someone richer? My older sister married me and became in

Yu Bo stood frozen in place, holding the cold receiver.

The dial tone was like a small hammer, chiseling away at the top of his head.

Even if he's stupid, he'll understand now.

This is no coincidence.

This is an invisible net that was prepared for him long ago.

He had already crashed in and was unable to move.

"Dad... what should we do..."

Yu Gaoyang's voice was choked with sobs as she frantically grabbed his arm.

"Shut up!"

Yu Bo paced back and forth frantically in the office like a wild beast trapped in a cage, muttering to himself.

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

How could Lu Qingshan, a peasant from the countryside, possibly have such a large network of connections?

How could he possibly shut down all the escape routes he had built up over half his life in such a short time?

……

Time is rewound to three days ago.

……

In the office of Zhao Zhiqiang, director of the county supply and marketing cooperative.

Lin Xiulan sat quietly on the sofa, steam rising from the teacup in front of her.

She didn't seem to be talking about a bloodless war; she was more like having a casual chat with a neighbor.

"Director Zhao, that's the situation."

"I don't want him to have another chance to cause trouble for me and Qingshan."

As Zhao Zhiqiang listened, he forgot to flick the ash from his cigarette.

Looking at the woman in front of him, who seemed gentle but spoke clearly and incisively, he felt a surge of emotions.

He had always thought that Lu Qingshan was already a prodigy.

Unexpectedly, his wife was the real hidden master.

This game of chess is intricately linked, with every move meticulously calculated.

From spreading false information to monopolizing the supply of goods, and now to cutting off the source of supply.

kill without spilling blood.

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean...?" Zhao Zhiqiang asked cautiously.

Lin Xiulan raised her head, her gaze as calm as a deep pool.

"I hope he won't be able to borrow a single penny."

Zhao Zhiqiang took a deep drag on his cigarette, then forcefully stubbed it out in the ashtray.

He stood up, walked to Lin Xiulan, and his face was more solemn than ever before.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry."

"What you and Brother Qingshan have to do is what I, Zhao Zhiqiang, have to do!"

These are just polite words, things to be polite about.

Ultimately, it was Lin Xiulan who delivered the first dividend he earned after helping him buy the car.

"I'll handle this personally!"

That evening, in the most impressive private room on the second floor of the largest state-run restaurant in the county.

The lights were on, and the place was bustling with people.

Manager Qian of the county department store, Station Chief Wang of the county grain station, Captain Li of the transportation team...

Almost every prominent figure in the county's business district was present.

The person who organized this scheme was Zhao Zhiqiang, the director of the supply and marketing cooperative.

The official reason given was "to discuss joint activities at the end of the year."

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, the atmosphere in the private room reached its peak.

Zhao Zhiqiang, holding a wine glass, stood up unsteadily, his face flushed red from drinking.

He toasted everyone in turn, and when he finally sat down, he let out a long sigh.

"well--"

The sigh went unnoticed in the noisy private room.

But Manager Qian from the department store, who was sitting next to him and had been watching him closely, overheard it.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong? Something on your mind?"

Zhao Zhiqiang waved his hand, looking like he didn't want to say anything more, and poured himself another glass of wine.

"It's nothing, I'm just worried about an old friend."

He picked up his glass, downed it in one gulp, and then, as if speaking the truth under the influence of alcohol, lowered his voice and said regretfully.

"Old Yu... that's Yu Bo from the food factory, he's been having a run of bad luck lately."

"Have you heard? The batch of mountain products his factory supplied to the provincial foreign trade company for export has run into a huge problem!"

"Aflatoxin levels are thousands of times higher than the legal limit! It's extremely toxic!"

"The province was furious. Not only did they fine him a large sum of money, but they also said... they might send a joint investigation team down to thoroughly investigate their factory's bad debts."

"Sigh, at this critical juncture, we absolutely cannot let the cash flow run out..."

After Zhao Zhiqiang finished speaking, he slumped onto the table, looking like he had drunk too much, and stopped talking.

The speaker meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.

The once lively dinner table suddenly felt several degrees colder.

Every single one of you here is a shrewd and intelligent person.

Zhao Zhiqiang's statement was definitely not unfounded.

It seems that Yu Bo's factory situation can't be resolved with just a fine; there's still a lot of turmoil to come...

For a moment, everyone exchanged glances, their minds racing with their own calculations.

The latter half of the meal was rather dull for everyone.

Without a word, everyone dispersed.

……

So today.

Yu Bo slammed the receiver back onto the telephone.

With a "bang," it seemed as if his last hope had been shattered.

He made seven or eight phone calls in a row.

He searched for all the brothers he considered his closest friends and with whom he had drunk the most alcohol.

Without exception, the result was the same.

Either his wife is sick, his son is getting married, or he's short of money.

The reasons are varied, but the core message is the same: no money, no lending.

Yu Bo slumped in the chair, his shirt soaked with sweat, which clung tightly to his back, chilling him to the bone.

He finally found out what happened at yesterday's dinner party.

"Lu Qingshan..."

Yu Bo squeezed out the two names through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with endless resentment and incomprehension.

He couldn't understand what kind of magic Lu Qingshan had used to make someone as shrewd as Zhao Zhiqiang go to such lengths for him!

He looked at the densely packed names in his contacts.

Those names that once greeted him with smiles and called him brother now seem like cold tombstones.

Suddenly, his finger stopped on the last page of his contacts.

There, there was only a solitary name, no title, just a nickname.

Li Yanwang.

The head of the loan sharks in the county town was a ruthless and heartless man.

This was his last hope, and also a shortcut to hell.

Yu Gaoyang turned pale with fright as he watched his father stare intently at that name.

"Dad, we can't go to him! He's a black hole! Once you borrow money from him, you'll never be able to pay it back!"

"roll!"

Yu Bo shoved his son aside and, like a gambler who had lost all his chips, grabbed the phone.

He had no way out.

Rather than waiting to be disgraced and thrown into jail, it's better to fight to the death!

With trembling hands, he dialed the number he had once despised and feared the most.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

There was no sound from the other end, only heavy breathing.

Yu Bo licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse.

"Is...is this Boss Li?"

"I am Yu Bo."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a cold, mocking voice.

"Oh, it's Factory Director Yu."

"Rare visitor."

"What, you suddenly decided to call a roughneck like me?"

Yu Bo felt his face burning. He lowered his posture and almost begged.

"Boss Li, I... I'm a little short on cash and would like to ask you for a loan."

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone drawled, "Lend me money?"

"sure."

Yu Bo was overjoyed and was about to speak when the other person's next words plunged him into an icy abyss.

"However, Director Yu, you should know the rules here."

"You can't just talk the talk."

"We need to provide something as collateral."

The voice paused, as if enjoying the dying struggle of its prey.

"The land where your food factory is located, the little villa you live in, and those Liberation trucks in the factory..."

"I don't know, are you willing to place a bet?"