Chapter 7. A Shocking Conspiracy
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It was too late for breakfast. Lin Junyao went to the kitchen to get some sandwiches and juice and came to the courtyard to see Ye Qingyang taking selfies with his cell phone in front of his Lamborghini.
Lin Junyao rolled her eyes. "Go, drive me to the company!"
"Wait, I'm going to send a circle of friends to let my masters and brothers know that I'm doing well under the mountain!"
Ye Qingyang grinned at his cell phone, constantly looking for an angle.
Lin Jun Yao rolled her eyes and said, "You can't even show off your wealth; what a bumpkin!"
Saying that, she pulled out her cell phone and pressed a few times.
"Wow!"
In the garage behind Ye Qingyang, the dozens of meters-long iron door slowly rose, revealing a row of dazzling halos behind the door.
"Holy s**t! So many cars!"
Ye Qingyang exclaimed.
Inside the garage was a row of luxury cars, streaming and colorful under the morning sun.
Porsche, Maserati, ah, some of the brands Ye Qingyang did not recognize.
"These are all gifts from people who once flattered the Lin family!" Lin Junyao lightly said, "After taking pictures, choose one that you are used to driving; send me to the company!"
"Okay!"
Ye Qingyang picked up the cottage cell phone, went back to a row of luxury cars, and took a selfie.
Then I sent a circle of friends, but also with the text:
Today's problem: early in the morning I have to choose one of these cars to drive. Ah, selection phobia of mine, a good headache!
Soon, the following ushered in a group of brothers' likes.
As a result, the old pusher Den Shifu commented on some very scenic words:
Kid, you old Versailles!
Ye Qingyang rolled his eyes.
You know a lot—even Versailles, you know.
I don't even want to say you, more than two hundred years old, all day long holding a cell phone to watch the live broadcast. Can you have a two hundred year old look, ah?
Lin Junyao urged: "Quickly choose a car to drive me to work!"
Ye Qingyang, however, was a little difficult: "You have these cars, and there was no model when I took the driver's license, ah! I don't know how to drive!"
He hadn't driven a car since he finished his driver's license, and he didn't even know where the gears were on these luxury cars.
"What model of car did you take your driver's license test for?" Lin Junyao was a little impatient; if this continued, I'm afraid he would have to drive himself.
"Older Santana has it." Ye Qingyang asked.
"So many luxury cars you don't drive; you have to drive Santana, oddball!"
Lin Junyao took a deep breath, stomped her crystal-high heels, twisted her waist to the far corner of the garage, and lifted up a black cloth.
Only to see that underneath the black cloth, it was an old-fashioned Santana.
Although it was old, it was well maintained.
"Right, right, just this kind!" Ye Qingyang happily ran over and said, "This is the one I used when I took my driver's license."
"Hurry up and drive!" Lin Junyao said.
This car was the one that Lin Junyao's parents had gotten into a car accident with back then.
Although it was crashed at the time, she found someone to restore it in honor of her parents.
Normally, she also asked the master to do maintenance regularly, and today, in a hurry, she let Ye Qingyang drive this one first.
"Buzz!"
The motor started, and a black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe.
Then, this age-old Santana, carrying Ye Qingyang and Lin Junyao, wobbly drove out of the villa gate.
Originally half an hour's journey, it took a full hour to get to the company.
Lin Junyao's face was green after getting out of the car. "I really don't know if I found a driver or a turtle; next time you still drive so slowly, I'm going to deduct your salary!"
Lin Junyao stepped on high heels, twisting her sexy waist towards the company.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's your car that's slow. What right do you have to deduct my money, you Zhou PiPi, ah you?" Ye Qingyang followed.
At this time, inside the president's office,.
A group of people in suits had been waiting for a long time.
A stout middle-aged man, holding a cigar, sat on a wide sofa.
The man's face was full of horizontal meat, and although he was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, he could not hide the sinister aura in his eyes.
Yu Lan carefully handed over the coffee. "Mr. Jiang, you should drink something first!"
"Drink my ass!"
The man knocked over the coffee with one hand, spilling it all on the carpet. "Quickly call your president over to see me!"
It was at this moment that the door opened, and Lin Junyao and Ye Qingyang walked in.
"Mr. Jiang, what is it that you are looking for me so early in the morning?"
Lin Junyao purposely pretended to not know anything, calmly walking to the desk and sitting down.
"You went to a hotel with a man the night before last; what happened? You must give me an explanation today!" Jiang Zhen Lei droned.
"Why should I give you an explanation?" Lin Jun Yao sneered.
"Because you're my woman and I'm your fiancé!"
Jiang Zhen Lei's mesmerized eyes crossed his legs, looking at Lin Jun Yao with contempt and a hint of fervor that all men understood.
"No, you're not my fiancé!" Lin Jun Yao pointed at Ye Qing Yang, "He is my fiancé!"
Ye Qingyang smiled and waved his hand towards Jiang Zhen Lei. "Hello, ex-husband!"
Jiang Zhen Lei...
He could tell at a glance that Ye Qingyang was the male lead in the news about Lin Junyao's night stay gate.
At once, he was furious, the corners of his mouth twitching in anger.
"Lin Jun Yao, you tricked me, didn't you? I invested a hundred million dollars in Lin's Group to marry you, and you get a little white boy to come over and buck me off?"
Lin Jun Yao laughed coldly. "Mr. Jiang, you have to figure out two things. First, the matter of you being my fiancé, I never personally agreed to it. Second, you said that you invested five hundred million dollars in the Lin family; I haven't even seen half a penny now."
"So please don't morally kidnap me; me finding a boyfriend has nothing to do with you!"
"You ......"
Jiang Zhen Lei was trembling with anger; a breath pressed into his chest just couldn't be spat out.
But he was old and cunning, forcing himself to calm down.
He had been planning his layout for so long; how could he easily lose to a little white boy?
Jiang Zhen Lei had long coveted Lin Jun Yao's beauty, so he had been secretly studying the Lin family, and finally, half a year ago, he figured out the Lin family's bottom line and made a shocking plot.
He first planted spies to make false accounts in Lin's group and notified the media for exposure.
He also united with many consortiums and injected huge amounts of money into the Lin's Group's stocks, buying and selling them wildly.
The scandal of Lin's Group's false accounting, coupled with the insidious operation of the capital behind it, caused Lin's Group's stock to fall crazily.
The partners realized the danger and withdrew their capital.
For a while, Lin's Group was in a state of collapse and even faced the risk of bankruptcy.
At this time, Jiang Zhenlei came to the door, saying that he could make a new project investment of five hundred million dollars to help Lin's Group turn around the predicament.
But he has two requirements.
First, to occupy thirty percent of Lin's Group's shares and become the second largest shareholder.
Second, Lin Jun Yao must marry him.
The marriages of the daughters of powerful families were never tainted with untold benefits, and despite Lin Jun Yao's repeated refusals, the Lin family agreed to Jiang Zhen Lei for the sake of the entire family industry.
"Saying a thousand words, people Lin ignored you; it's still not because you don't take money out to invest!" At this time, Ye Qingyang accused Jiang Zhen Lei.
"What do you know?" Jiang Zhen Lei angrily stared at Ye Qingyang.
"Why don't I understand? I heard it plainly!" Ye Qingyang pointed at Jiang Zhen Lei's brain and said, "You don't spend money and want to w***e for nothing; why are you so shameless?"
"You ......"
Instantly, Jiang Zhen Lei was ripped off his shaming cloth and blushed.
Lin Jun Yao's heart burst with dark pleasure; his own words, which were not convenient to say outright, were directly thrown in Jiang Zhen Lei's face by Ye Qing Yang.
What a relief!
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