Meng Xuejun was found quickly.

But the news from the police was like a bucket of ice water poured over Meng Zihan, chilling her to the bone.

Meng Xuejun wasn't in the Shenzhen she mentioned at all; he was detained in a casino in Macau.

What made her even more disoriented was that he wasn't going to do business, but instead was gambling heavily.

It turned out that after Meng Xuejun took the payment from her that day, the money in his pocket made him feel uneasy.

After thinking it over, he figured the company would belong to his daughter anyway, and he could just sit there and collect the money, so why bother with business?

Why not go out and broaden your horizons, learn from those big bosses on TV, and experience the glamour of Macau?

He bought a ticket directly to Macau and plunged headlong into the brightly lit, money-devouring casinos.

For the first few days, he was incredibly lucky, winning every hand he drew, and his money multiplied like a snowball.

Meng Xuejun felt like he was possessed by the God of Gamblers. He cursed himself for wasting the past few years. If he had come earlier, he might have become rich long ago and wouldn't have to put up with other people's attitudes.

Unfortunately, good luck comes quickly and goes even faster.

In less than a week, the tide at the poker table had completely turned.

The money seemed to have grown wings and flew out with a whoosh.

By the time he realized what had happened with red eyes, he had lost so much that he only had a few crumpled coins left in his pocket.

He was unwilling to accept defeat and was determined to win back what he had lost. So, he gritted his teeth and used the company's business license as collateral to borrow money from the casino at exorbitant interest rates.

He won two more rounds with the money he had just borrowed, paid back his initial investment, and even had some extra money in his pocket.

Now he felt even more confident that his gambling skills were not the problem; he had just been unlucky before.

He became bolder, increased the stakes, and wanted to make a fortune so he could stop gambling and enjoy a life of leisure.

As a result, this time, he lost completely.

When the police found him, he was not only penniless, but also owed the casino a debt of 100,000 yuan.

The most critical issue is that, because Meng Zihan hadn't had time to completely change the company's legal representative, the company mortgage agreement signed by Meng Xuejun was legally binding.

When Meng Zihan received the call from the police, she froze, her hand holding the phone receiver trembling violently.

The police officer's bureaucratic voice continued on the other end of the phone.

“Ms. Meng, your father gambled in Macau and signed a mortgage agreement in the name of the company, owing a gambling debt of 100,000 yuan. The creditor has given a deadline: either pay back the money, or the company has to be mortgaged to them.”

"H-How could this be..."

Meng Zihan's lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single complete word.

100,000 yuan!

The number hit her like a mountain, crashing into her mind with a deafening roar, making her vision go black and her ears ring.

100,000 yuan!

She had never seen so much money in her life!

She worked hard, smiling and groveling in front of people like Director Zhou, and at most earned four or five thousand yuan a month. She had to give half of that to her aunt's family, so how could she save any money for herself?

Even if she doesn't give her aunt a single penny in the future, it would still take her two years to save up this astronomical sum, even if she didn't eat or drink!

She made a decision immediately.

The company must not be lost!

That was something she had painstakingly pried out of Meng Xuejun's hands; it was the ladder she used to climb up the ladder, her only hope for the future!

If the company is gone, wouldn't all her forbearance and scheming during this period become a joke?

Meng Zihan hung up the phone, stood up from her chair, grabbed her bag and rushed out, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for Director Zhou's factory.

As she drove along, the scenery outside the car window rushed past, her heart was in turmoil, and tears welled up in her eyes but wouldn't fall.

Upon arriving at the factory gate, she rushed into the office building like a whirlwind and pushed open the door to Director Zhou's office.

"Brother Zhou, please, you have to help me!"

Her voice trembled, choked with sobs, and only after she uttered those words did her tears finally burst forth.

But when she looked up and saw the scene in the office, her heart sank.

Director Zhou wasn't the only one in the office.

Sitting on the sofa was a middle-aged woman with fashionable curly hair and wearing an expensive suit.

She was staring at Meng Zihan with a stern face and displeasure.

Factory Director Zhou was standing next to the woman, bowing and scraping with a fawning smile on his face.

When Meng Zihan barged in without a care, the fat on Director Zhou's face twitched, and his fawning smile froze instantly, turning into panic and anger.

He was about to start cursing when the woman on the sofa spoke first. She looked Meng Zihan up and down and immediately questioned, "Old Zhou, who is this girl dressed so flamboyantly?"

Meng Zihan instantly snapped out of it; this woman must be Director Zhou's wife!

Oh no!

We've run right into the line of fire!

Her heart sank to the bottom.

Now, Director Zhou is her only lifeline, and she absolutely cannot afford to offend him.

She bit her lip hard, her mind racing, and immediately lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

She cried and said, "Mrs. Zhou, please don't misunderstand! I'm in the foreign trade business. I ordered a batch of goods from another factory, but I was cheated. The goods were not as described. I'm really desperate, so I've swallowed my pride and come to beg you, Brother Zhou, to see if you can help me rush out a batch of goods to save my company from this emergency!"

Upon hearing this, the woman curled her lips into a sneer, but did not retaliate further.

She drawled out her words to Director Zhou, "Since this young lady is in trouble, Old Zhou, why don't you lend a hand if you can?"

Factory Director Zhou's face stiffened, and he quickly waved his hand: "Wife, you don't know! She needs this order urgently, but she's pushing the price down so low that it's impossible to do! I didn't agree last time, and she's been coming to me crying every day. It's so annoying!"

As he spoke, he rushed over, grabbed Meng Zihan's arm, and shoved her away.

"I've already told you it won't work, and there's no point in begging anymore. Go back now! Can't you see I'm busy here?"

Meng Zihan was rudely pushed out the door by him, her high heels twisted and she almost fell.

She turned around with tears in her eyes, only to see Director Zhou's impatient face.

Factory Director Zhou lowered his voice and said, "Don't come these next few days! We'll talk after my wife goes back! Get out of here!"

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Meng Zihan stood blankly in front of the cold iron gate, her mind buzzing.

Wait a few days?

She can't afford to wait!

In just a few more days, her company will belong to someone else!

Her heart felt like it was on fire; she was both panicked and furious.

She stumbled out of the factory, found a public phone booth by the roadside, and with trembling hands, inserted a coin and dialed a long-distance number to Jiangcheng.

Not long after, Aunt Meng Xueyun's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "This is Meng Xueyun. Who is looking for me?"

"Auntie, it's me, Xiaohan..."

With a loud "waa," Meng Zihan squatted down in the phone booth and burst into tears into the receiver.

"Auntie! Something terrible has happened! My dad... he gambled away the company!"

"You have to help me!"