Ke Wenjie could hardly believe it. "You want me to cooperate with you on this? Tonight you're sending a corpse; what will you send in a few days? Drugs? Organs? Or something even more terrifying and unspeakable?"
She pointed to her own chest. "Do you think you're the only one troubled by this? With Lan Qingqing and Jin Zi Meng's online popularity soaring, some netizens have even dug up my personal account and started attacking me! In their livestreams, they didn't dare mention your name at all, but mine and Tong Le's names keep flashing across the screen! At such a dangerous time, you still want to use my company to transport contraband? Ying Rong Xiao, are you trying to drive me to my death?"
Ying Rong Xiao stood up and took two steps toward Ke Wenjie, her eyes filled with mockery. "What happened to you? Have you become so cowardly? Do you still have any of that manly responsibility left? If it weren't for you, would I have been targeted by those two bitches? It's just a matter of letting you deliver a batch of goods; what are you so afraid of? The company has been safe since its establishment; if something was going to happen, it would have happened already! Are you doubting me or yourself?"
Ke Wenjie pressed on, "What exactly are you transporting this time? You must let me know the truth! And where have those corpses gone? What are you planning?"
Ying Rong Xiao let out a cold laugh. She tugged at Ke Wenjie's shirt, pants, and belt, reminding her, "This outfit is worth more than a corpse in the truck. Without me, how could you afford these things? Do you know how big the business I'm running is?"
She poked Ke Wenjie’s shoulder with her finger. "Hundreds of billions, Ke Wenjie! Wan Zhang spent his whole life for just a hundred billion. I can acquire it in just a few short years. Are you in business for money or charity?"
Ke Wenjie couldn't comprehend it. "Isn't a hundred billion enough? All of Wan Zhang's assets are yours now; do you still think it's not enough? Are you willing to go as far as killing for it?"
Determined, Ke Wenjie declared, "I don’t want this company anymore. I’m withdrawing and transferring the ownership to you!"
Ying Rong Xiao laughed derisively. "You really are pathetic. But then again, if you're timid, you won't attract big trouble. A timid man is always obedient."
With that, Ying Rong Xiao took out her phone and called one of her subordinates.
Quickly, several bodyguards entered the house. Ying Rong Xiao turned to Ke Wenjie and instructed, "Go inside and pack some clothes; go with them. The situation is tense right now; I can't let you cause trouble at this critical moment. They will take you somewhere else where you can cool off for a while. Once things settle down, I'll come see you."
Meanwhile, at the hotel where the film crew was staying.
Jin Zi Meng was enjoying a late-night snack while summarizing the story she wanted to write based on the screenwriter's suggestion. Since it was a script tailored for her, she naturally needed to draft an outline herself.
Feeling inspired late at night, she wrote over six thousand words in one go.
Thinking about saving the draft in her cloud storage to avoid losing it, she opened the app only to find it logged in automatically.
Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered that a year ago her mother had changed her phone. Not wanting to lose the photos stored on it, she had guided her mother on how to upload old pictures to the cloud so they could keep those memories.
She recalled teaching her mother how to use the cloud storage; whenever the phone showed insufficient memory, they could transfer some photos there.
Jin Zi Meng scrolled through the familiar photos taken when her mother was alive—vivid scenes from their past alongside towering buildings that had since been erected.
As she flipped through them one by one, it felt like she was seeing her mother alive again. Suddenly, she came across a video clip.
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