"Maybe he really has the ability to make Liu Chengfeng, who dares to do harm to the company and you, suffer."

Yu Wei responded without thinking.

In just one hour, Lin Feng brought her too many surprises and shocks.

Lin Feng may really have the unknown terrifying ability to suppress Liu Chengfeng.

Liu Mengdie frowned and stopped talking.

"I think we should believe him."

Yu Wei added another sentence.

"There's something wrong with you."

"What's wrong with me?"

Yu Wei was confused.

"I wish I was overthinking it."

Liu Mengdie's words made Yu Wei even more puzzled.

At this time, Lin Feng was walking aimlessly on the bustling streets.

Using legitimate means, I made two million in three days.

This gave him a little headache.

Just when he couldn't help but want to change his mind and call the hidden tycoon in Xinghai, a debt collection advertisement posted on a pole on the roadside caught his eye.

The name of the creditor and the debtor are written on the white paper in black.

"There is no perfect path for man."

Lin Feng took a look.

If he can obtain a debt of 20 million for the creditor, then he can get a commission of 10%, which is 2 million.

"Do you know who Chong Feihu is who is in debt?"

An old man with silver hair and a bright face who was also reading the notice asked Lin Feng curiously.

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Lin Feng pointed at the three words 'Chong Feihu' on the notice, poked it, raised his eyebrows and said, "I only know that this man is worth two million."

It wasn't until he watched Lin Feng disappear from sight that the old man looked back and sighed meaningfully, "The wind is blowing."

A few steps away, a middle-aged man stood with his hands down and asked in confusion, "Old man, what do you mean?"

The old man pondered for a moment, and his voice was like the clash of gold and iron, impassioned and igniting the silent blood of others:

"When the wind blows, the clouds can rise."

"When the wind blows, it can make waves."

"When the wind blows, the dust and sand can be blown away to reveal the gold."

The middle-aged man was stunned, "Old man, isn't that exaggerated?"

"I think that boy is just a poor man who is crazy about money."

The old man snorted coldly: "If you say it in front of him, he is a pauper."

"I can guarantee that he will use mountains of money to bury you alive."

The middle-aged man staggered and did not dare to say anything.

He knew the old man's identity.

The old man's words have reached this point. If he still doesn't listen to his advice, then he is really seeking death.

"Today will be the end of Chong Feihu."

Hearing what the old man said, the middle-aged man shuddered:

Is this kid just now really capable of taking out 20 million from Chong Feihu's pocket and paying it back to his creditors?

That Chong Feihu was a vicious hero with countless blood stained on his hands.

In his impression, over the years, all those who dared to oppose Chong Feihu have become dead without exception...

…

Jiaren Fashion Design Company.

General Manager's Office.

Shirley stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her delicate and beautiful face full of sorrow.

She has posted a debt collection reward notice for half a month.

However, to this day, no one can get back the 20 million owed to her by Chong Feihu.

"Mr. Xue, with our current financial situation, we can last for another ten days at most."

The secretary's report made Shirley increasingly worried, and she asked in a hissing voice, "Is the commission offered in the reward notice not high enough?"

"That's two million."

The secretary looked bitter, "It's enough to buy a 90-square-meter house in the city center."

"In the final analysis, it's because no one dares to offend Chong Feihu for these two million."

Shirley took a breath and said angrily: "It is only natural to pay back debts. Why doesn't Chong Feihu want to pay me back?"

"Just because he is Chong Feihu."

The secretary responded in a low voice, "He is a tycoon that no one dares to mess with."

Shirley pursed her lips and finally made up her mind at this moment, "I will go find him myself."

"I must get this debt back."

"I can't watch my company go bankrupt because it's in financial trouble."

The secretary straightened his chest and said without hesitation: "I will go with you."

Shirley decisively rejected the secretary's proposal, "There is no need for you to risk your life by accompanying me."

The secretary's eyes reddened with anxiety, and he choked out: "Chong Feihu refuses to pay back the money. It is obvious that he wants to force you to find him in person."

"He has made high-profile statements on multiple public occasions that he wants to capture you."

"When you leave, you are like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth."

At this moment, the secretary's cell phone suddenly rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and her eyes lit up.

When answering the phone, I turned on the speakerphone:

"Secretary Zhang, I am Xiao Longyou, please tell Shirley:"

"In the name of the Xiao family, I will put pressure on Chong Feihu and ask him to quickly return the 20 million he owes your company."

"I can never just watch the woman I love look sad all day long. I have to solve her problems for her."

"I would do anything for Shirley."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Longyou hung up the phone directly.

"Mr. Xue, things have finally turned around."

The secretary's eyes were full of joy.

However, there was no trace of joy on Shirley's face...

…

Flying Tiger Company.

meeting room.

Chong Feihu, who has a bald head, a round face, and a gold chain hanging around his neck, sits in his arms with a young girl wearing cool clothes and looking like a flower.

The girl was like an eight-clawed octopus, thinking about Chong Feihu. Her slender arms were wrapped around Chong Feihu's neck, and her slender white jade fingers were drawing circles on Chongfei Hu's forehead.

From time to time, he blew into Chong Feihu's ear.

Eyes as charming as silk, enchanting as foxes.

Extremely provocative.

This made everyone who attended the meeting blush.

"Don't make trouble, I'm in a meeting."

Chong Feihu gently stroked the girl's smooth jade back, "I will satisfy you after I finish the meeting."

Turning his eyes, Chong Feihu asked everyone, "Where did you just talk about?"

"Speaking of Shirley."
To be continued...