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He had actually heard of this investment company before when he was in Beijing.

A few years ago, Yeling Capital rose to prominence in Jiangcheng with huge sums of money. They were quick and ruthless in their moves, with an incredibly sharp eye for investment. Every industry they invested in became a success.

At the time, the industry was abuzz with speculation about who the mastermind behind Yeling was.

Some say he's a retired bigwig from Beijing, others say he's a financial tycoon returning from overseas—various speculations are flying around.

Wang Musheng was the person who was openly running Yeling Capital. He thought the young man was quite capable, but he never expected that the boss behind him was also so young.

Zhao Zheng sized up Lin Ye. The young man in front of him looked to be under thirty, but his composure was not what one would expect at his age.

As far as he knew, Yeling Capital's business scope had always been in Jiangcheng.

Now it appears here...

It seems that Yeling Capital is about to start expanding outwards.

His gaze towards Lin Ye held an undisguised admiration; Lin Ye was capable and ambitious. Truly—

The younger generation is truly formidable!

Lin Ye bowed slightly, at a small angle, which expressed sufficient respect without appearing humble.

He extended his hand: "Hello, Elder Zhao, I've long admired your name. I am Lin Ye, a junior."

Zhao Zheng also reached out and shook hands with him, their hands lightly touching in mid-air before separating.

Zhao Zheng smiled and said in a loud voice, "I had heard about Yeling Capital's vision before. Meeting President Lin today, it's truly a case of the younger generation surpassing the older one."

Lin Ye smiled modestly and stepped aside to make way for the factory: "Mr. Zhao, you flatter me. This way, please."

Zhao Zheng nodded, and the two followed Wang Musheng, who was leading the way, into the factory.

The warehouse was quiet, and the dry air was mixed with the smell of new cardboard boxes and rust-preventive oil.

Stacks of packaged high-precision blades were neatly stacked, with uniform specification labels printed on the packaging boxes.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the packaging, nodded slightly, and was about to have the technicians behind him inspect it when Wang Musheng suddenly spoke up with a troubled expression:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, it may take up a little of your time."

Zhao Zheng stopped raising his hand, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He was an impatient person who hated people beating around the bush. Normally, he would have already said, "Just say what you have to say and stop beating around the bush."

But Xingcheng Precision's products are indeed very good. Even if those samples were sent to Beijing, they would be considered among the top batch.

Because of this, he was inevitably more tolerant of the young man in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Zheng asked, his tone slowing. "Did something happen?"

"Old Zhao..." Wang Musheng licked his lips, the action carrying a hint of difficulty, but a barely perceptible glint flashed deep in his eyes.

He took a tablet computer out of his briefcase. The screen showed a pre-opened video, which was currently in a black, paused state.

"Here is a video that you might need to take a look at."

Zhao Zheng was taken aback. A video?

His gaze swept back and forth across Wang Musheng's face and the flat surface twice. His eyebrows furrowed even more, creating several deep furrows between them.

He hated two things most in his life—

First, they fabricated data to fool him; second, they created a false sense of mystery to waste his time.

The current situation looks like the latter.

But Wang Musheng's expression didn't seem like he was joking.

"What video?" Zhao Zheng's tone was a bit stiff.

He'd better have something really important to show him, otherwise even if Xingcheng Precision's products are excellent, he won't cooperate with such a meddlesome person again.

Wang Musheng moved the tablet forward half an inch: "You'll see when you take a look."

Zhao Zheng took the tablet and lightly pressed a button on the screen.

The video has started playing.

The moment the screen lit up, the same stark white light from the warehouse, which had been there just over an hour earlier, spilled out of the screen and reflected on Zhao Zheng's face.

Inside was the confession of that Langko "agent"—

The face, contorted with fear, was in the very center, its mouth opening and closing uncontrollably.

The sound came from the tablet's speakers, with the hissing noise characteristic of recordings, but every word was clear.

"I...I'm...I was sent by Meng Kang, the business manager of Shengheng!"

The first sentence made Zhao Zheng's expression change.

His expression changed from confusion and a hint of annoyance to seriousness and solemnity.

He didn't say anything, but simply held the tablet closer, his thumb pressing against the edge of the tablet until his knuckles turned white.

As the sinister schemes that followed penetrated his ears, Zhao Zheng's face visibly flushed red, eventually turning ashen.

His breathing became heavy, and the veins on his hands, gripping the tablet, bulged.

Wang Musheng stood to the side, glancing at Zhao Zheng's expression with some concern—

This old man Zhao is seventy years old; we mustn't let him get too angry and harm himself.

Although they wanted to use Zhao Zheng, they didn't want anything to happen to him.

Moreover, the person is still in their factory, so if something happens, they will also be held responsible.

Fortunately, Zhao Zheng is still in good health and has lived most of his life, having seen all sorts of ups and downs.

He took several deep breaths, and finally managed to calmly watch the video end. The screen went dark again, and the warehouse returned to silence.

He handed the tablet back to Wang Musheng, his outstretched hand trembling slightly, clearly angry.

Wang Musheng quickly caught it with both hands.

Zhao Zheng remained silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then he spoke, his voice much hoarser than before.

"Where is this person now—" He paused, pointing to the now-blacked-out screen.

Wang Musheng replied, "The police have already taken him away. We called the police as soon as we caught him, and he should be at the police station now."

Zhao Zheng nodded, then turned to look at Lin Ye, his bloodshot eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of apology and shame. He spoke with difficulty, his voice heavy with sorrow:

"President Lin, this is a problem for Shengheng."

"We didn't do proper background checks when we were hiring, and ended up letting a shareholder from another company become a business manager—" He paused here, his right hand unconsciously clenching into a fist.

"It almost jeopardized our cooperation. This is a dereliction of duty on the part of Shengheng's management! We will definitely give President Lin an explanation!"

Zhao Zheng paused, then spoke again, his tone revealing a hint of urgency and worry: "But...that batch of goods..."

Lin Ye immediately saw what Zhao Zheng was worried about, and stretched out his palm towards the pile of goods in front of him, saying, "Don't worry about the goods, they're all here, and nothing happened."

Zhao Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that the goods were alright; their company did need this batch of goods quite urgently.

Lin Ye looked at him and continued, "Because our machine's motherboard was tampered with half a month ago, the security of the entire factory has been upgraded since then. This time, the person was caught before he could make his move."

These few words made Zhao Zheng's back tense up again: someone had made a move on this batch of goods half a month ago!?

He abruptly looked up at Lin Ye, his voice rising involuntarily: "It's Meng Kang again!?"