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C1236

"Chief Ni, what's wrong?"

Mona, the new intern, saw something wrong with her face. She slid down the swivel chair and approached her.

"I'm fine."

Ni Yang came back to her senses and took a sip of her tepid water.

"Could the CEO have scolded someone?"

Mona whispered, pointing to the door of the CEO's office.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Work hard."

Ni Yang's mood sunk as she spoke in a serious tone.

"Oh …"

Mona pouted, swiveled her chair, and returned to her station.

A jealous light shone from the opposite corner.

Zhang Qian looked at Ni Yang coldly with disdain in his eyes.

She joined the 'the Lu's' group half a year earlier than Ni Yang. Ni Yang was promoted to the position of Secretary of the Secretariat, and she was only a Second Secretary.

Now, he was pushed to the end.

Even the new intern, Mona, had the audacity to taunt her from time to time.

No one could be blamed for all of this. Who told her to be in the wrong team? She only thought that Lu Hengyuan was the legitimate successor of the Lu's. Who knew …

Ni Yang put down her glass of water, moved her mouse a bit, and got busy. Was she still not prepared for tomorrow's Chamber of Commerce?

Within the CEO's office.

Lu Yiyao looked at the capital flow statement that Ding Pei sent him again.

This flow chart was extremely detailed.

The first outflow was ten years ago.

That year, it was precisely the deaths of Helan Miao and Helan Jing. The Heavenly Power Group fell into Lin Yifei's hands.

"This Lin Yifei is really full of wild ambition."

Lu Yiyao's gaze tightened as the cold air around him raged. The temperature of the office dropped by several degrees.

There was one thing he couldn't understand.

Normally, Lin Yifei and Bo Yuheng were mortal enemies, so why would Lin Yifei give the money to Bo Yuheng?

Could it be that they had already colluded?

We already colluded? Are they a gang?

Lu Yiyao's eyelids twitched. A sharp cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes. His stern face was covered with a heavy layer of cold snow.

Damn it?!

Lu Yiyao clenched his left hand into a fist and slammed it on the desk. The coffee cup on the table began to shake violently, spattering the steaming coffee.

The surface of the desk was a complete mess.

The aroma of coffee permeated the air.

Beep...

An email popped up on the computer screen.

This was a special setting for someone.

Lu Yiyao lightly clicked his mouse.

The contents of the email appeared.

He swept a glance over it and then completely shattered it.

Lowering his head, he saw the mess on the table. He did not let the secretary come in to clean up. Instead, he took a tissue and slowly wiped himself clean.

At this time, he was truly very tired and needed to release the pressure.

As he wiped the table, he thought about how he should explain it to Lin Ange.

Lin Ange had been tracking down the flow of Lin Yifei's funds. If she did not 'explain' the whole time, she might be suspicious.

After pondering for a long time, he decided to only tell her that the funds were going to a secret account in the Pear City.

As for who exactly it was, he decided to keep it a secret.

Lu Yiyao quickly wiped his desk, then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. The water flowed down, but the pressure in his heart had not been washed away.

Helan Xi, Ye Xiaochen, the situation is not good.

Even Lin Ange's body hadn't fully recovered yet.

He was worried about more than just this. The greater pressure came from the 'A.I. Chip'.

He and Ye Xiaochen worked together and 'copied' the contents of the 'A.I. Chip. However, when he looked at it, he felt that it was just like a 'Heavenly Book', he could not understand it at all.

Buzz buzz …

The sound of his cell phone vibrating broke the sound of water flowing.

Lu Yiyao's eyes darkened. He turned off the tap, wiped his hands and took out his phone.

"Hey …"

"CEO, it's me."

The one who called over was Ding Mo who was still in Li City.

"How are things on your side?"

Lu Yiyao walked out of the washroom and stood in front of the office window.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone upon his tall figure. Behind him was a long shadow.

He gazed at the bustling city with a heavy gaze in his eyes.

"I was already taken out of Clear Cloud Pavilion by Mr. Nan, but Mr. Ming Lang …"

Ding Mo's voice was a bit low.

"How is he?"

Lu Yiyao's gaze darkened as he asked faintly.

"He's been locked up by the palace."

Ding Mo sounded angry, but he also felt helpless.

"It's locked up?"

Lu Yiyao's left hand clenched into a fist again, cracking his knuckles and exposing blue veins on the back of his hand.

"CEO, Mr. Nan said, he will think of a way …"

"Yes."

Lu Yiyao replied coldly.

Nan Huaijin said he would think of a way, but Lu Yiyao knew that it wouldn't be that easy to save Ming Lang.

What kind of person was Bo Yuheng, how could he let him go?

Even though the two of them had once been best friends in life and death.

"CEO, I've already booked the closest flight back to Yunjing."

Ding Mo spoke up again.

"Be careful on your way."

Lu Yiyao said coldly.

"I will, CEO."

"Yes."

After hanging up, Lu Yiyao took the phone from his ear and held it tightly in his hand. Wisps of cold light shot out of his dark eyes as he stared into the distance. His entire body was suffused with a cold aura that said, "Don't disturb anyone, anyone who approaches will die."

"Bo Yuheng, don't worry. There will be a day when my old and new grudges will be settled with you."

Lu Yiyao stood at the window for five minutes before he turned around and returned to his desk.

With a long future, the company naturally accumulated a lot of work.

He was so busy that he forgot the time.

"..."

the Lin's Group.

Marketing Department.

Jian Jie looked at the time from time to time. When it was 2: 50, she couldn't sit still any longer and walked over to Gu Mengmeng's workstation.

"Mengmeng, why do I feel nervous about that?"

"What's there to be nervous about?"0

Gu Mengmeng's hands had not stopped moving. She was still tapping on the keyboard rhythmically.

"You know what I'm nervous about?"

Jian Jie slapped her forehead. Somehow, she felt like her forehead was burning.

"What's there to be nervous about? Just treat her like a normal artiste …"

Gu Mengmeng tilted her head and glanced at her.

"But she's not ordinary?"

Jian Jie replied subconsciously with a frown.

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