12: Chapter 12 "Keep your money to buy other people's conscience"

In the top-floor conference room of Xinghui Group, the atmosphere was even colder than the air blowing from the air conditioner.

"Get the economic crime investigation unit involved!"

A silver-haired director slammed a file onto the table and glared at Lu Feng, who sat opposite him.

"Twenty million, transferred directly to an overseas account without any approval process! This is blatant embezzlement!"

Lu Feng's face turned slightly pale, but he maintained a composed posture, adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and defended himself:

"Everyone, that was a high-return overseas medical investment introduced by my senior from the Ivy League..."

"Don't try to fool us with that nonsense!"

Another director pointed at the secretary.

"Call the police! Let him explain the 'high returns' to them!"

"Stop!"

The double doors of the conference room were pushed open forcefully.

Shen Qingyue strode in wearing high heels, snatched the phone from the secretary, and shielded Lu Feng behind her.

She suppressed the urge to hack the man behind her into pieces.

"This investment... was authorized by me."

Shen Qingyue gritted her teeth, her nails digging almost into her flesh.

She had no way out and could only stake everything on this man.

"High risk, high return. If anything goes wrong, I will personally take full responsibility!"

Watching Shen Qingyue, who had completely descended into madness, the entire conference room fell into a dead silence.

The first to move was the silver-haired director.

He took off his reading glasses, rubbed his temples, and slowly closed the folder in front of him.

Shortly after, several chairs were pushed back almost simultaneously.

The senior members stood up and left one after another, not a single one glancing back at Shen Qingyue.

Back when Shen Qingyue's father died, they had wanted to take over Xinghui Group. If not for Lin Yuan turning the tide, this idiot woman would have died countless times already.

Now, it was time to consider their next steps.

Shen Qingyue turned to look at Lu Feng: "Lu Feng, this project will definitely be fine, right?!"

Lu Feng smiled and tried to take Shen Qingyue's hand, but she pulled away.

"Don't worry, Qingyue. I'll prove it to you tomorrow. Shall we have lunch together?"

Shen Qingyue kept a cold face, ignored him, and turned to leave.

Although Lu Feng's private life was a bit messy, his business talent should be fine.

After all, he had the massive network of the 'Ivy League.'

Shen Qingyue believed that those old stubborn fools just couldn't accept new things.

She wanted to watch Lu Feng achieve success and then slap Lin Yuan in the face herself.

This farce soon reached the ears of other forces in Jiangcheng.

In a top-tier private spa, Jiang Xiaowan looked at the intelligence on her phone and laughed until she shook.

Her chest heaved violently with her laughter.

"Pfft... Ivy League? Heh heh heh... This is hilarious..."

She tossed another investigation report that her assistant had just handed her onto the table. It clearly recorded that Lu Feng's so-called 'Ivy League'...

…was nothing more than a correspondence diploma from a third-rate diploma mill bought for two hundred thousand US dollars.

"Oh, Shen Qingyue, Shen Qingyue. You clearly already know this gigolo is a fraud, yet you still force yourself to swallow this crap to cover his lies."

Jiang Xiaowan picked up a glass of red wine, swirled it gently, her eyes full of playful mockery as if watching a show.

"I don't even need to lift a finger; you'll suffocate from your own frustration."

...

Back to the Western Suburbs, Cloud Top Palace.

"Rumble—" The roar of heavy machinery echoed across the mountaintop.

The construction site of Tiangong No. 1 had turned into a massive worksite.

Hundreds of workers were working in three shifts, day and night, as the entire fortress renovation project pushed forward crazily without regard for cost.

Lin Yuan stood on the second-floor balcony, overlooking the orderly construction teams below, his brows furrowing slightly.

He couldn't be everywhere at once.

From the acceptance of the explosion-proof concrete grade to the precision of the lead plate installation, and then to the installation and debugging of the military-grade NBC filtration system...

Every step required a professional and absolutely reliable person to supervise.

Su Xiaonuan was good at coordination and procurement, but knew nothing about engineering.

Qin Yumo was a top-tier combat coach, but asking her to read blueprints was worse than asking her to hit a sandbag.

He needed a real "supervisor."

Someone with military training, a deep understanding of defensive fortifications, and the ability to execute orders with absolute loyalty.

A name surfaced in his mind. Lu Yan.

Lin Yuan recalled that taciturn face from his past life.

A retired special forces king, loyal and righteous, with an iron will.

More importantly—this man was currently in Jiangcheng.

Guarding an intensive care unit in some hospital day and night. Because his daughter was dying.

In his past life, to get an expensive medication for his daughter, Lu Yan was schemed against by the leader of a small shelter and eventually died from exhaustion in a Zombie Horde.

In this life, Lin Yuan would not let such stupidity happen again.

But the problem was—which hospital was Lu Yan in?

Lin Yuan immediately utilized some of his old connections in the business world to try and track down Lu Yan.

But they either politely refused or wouldn't even pick up the phone.

As president of Xinghui Group, Shen Qingyue had completely blacklisted Lin Yuan; anyone who dared to help him was an enemy of Xinghui.

Lin Yuan stood on the balcony, the evening breeze blowing against his clothes.

Right now, Lu Yan should be guarding his daughter in the hospital, never leaving her side. The hospital...

Lin Yuan's eyes flickered as he thought of that cold, aloof fish. Su Muxue.

He took out his phone and dialed that number directly.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered. Su Muxue's cold and weary voice came through the receiver: "Hello?"

Lin Yuan got straight to the point. "Dr. Su, help me check on a patient."

"A little girl whose father is named Lu Yan." "She's in an intensive care unit at some hospital."

Su Muxue was silent on the other end, not replying.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Lin Yuan increased the stakes: "In return, I will donate two million to your hospital's relief fund."

[Ding! Target Su Muxue (Beauty 90), Favorability -5%! Current Favorability: -5%!]

Immediately after, Su Muxue's cold, emotionless voice slowly came through the receiver.

"Mr. Lin, I am a doctor, not an intelligence broker selling patient privacy."

"Keep your money to buy someone else's conscience."

Beep... beep... beep... The call was disconnected...

Lin Yuan looked at the darkened phone screen, his mouth twitching slightly. The moral bottom line of peaceful times, huh?

It's a pity that in three months, all of this will be worthless.

He did not hesitate and sent Lu Yan's name directly to a private investigator, although this might take more time.

The phone screen lit up again; it was Su Xiaonuan.

"Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin!" The voice on the other end was excited and trembling slightly. "The 20 heavy-duty diesel generators you wanted are all secured! Where... where should we ship them?"

Lin Yuan rubbed his temples and said casually: "Tiangong No. 1."

On the other end of the line, Su Xiaonuan's excited voice stopped abruptly. A full five seconds passed before she gasped, her voice stuttering.

"Tiangong... Tiangong No. 1?! You really secured it!"

She finally understood that Mr. Lin's words, "Rules are made for the weak," were not empty talk. They were a statement of fact.

After the brief shock, Su Xiaonuan's voice became as quiet as a mosquito's, trembling with a sense of resignation: "Um... Mr. Lin, the apartment at Rose Garden has been rented. It's a large three-bedroom unit."

"The bedsheets in the master bedroom... I've already changed them to the solid black you like. Tonight... what time will you be back?"