The short-haired woman's eyes held an undeniable sharpness, as if she could see into the deepest, most hidden corners of people's hearts.

When she looked at Zhang Fan again, her eyes held not only disdain, but also a complex emotion that was hard to describe—a mockery of Zhang Fan's seemingly naive idea, and a sense of helplessness and weariness after years of experiencing all walks of life.

"Happiness cannot be doubled for just a few minutes."

The short-haired man's words carried a hint of disdain, as if reminding Zhang Fan, or perhaps talking to himself, revealing a common misunderstanding of fast-food happiness in society.

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, each one like a sharp blade, precisely cutting through the unrealistic fantasies in the air.

“If I send you in, there will probably be a lot of people who will ‘take care’ of you. You know, taking care of you involves many aspects.”

When he said the word "take care of," the short-haired man emphasized it, making the sarcasm in his tone even stronger.

In that particular context, "care" often meant another form of bullying and oppression, rather than genuine care and help.

A fleeting hint of sympathy flashed in the short-haired man's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper contempt.

She had seen too many people like Zhang Fan, who always fantasized about this kind of low-level happiness, whether it was emotional satisfaction or material enjoyment, and tried to achieve it through shortcuts.

But reality is often far crueler than they imagine.

"Want to take down two more people? Want even more fun?" A cold smile curled at the corner of the short-haired man's mouth, a smile that hid a deep disappointment in the greed and selfishness of human nature.

She shook her head and continued, "The idea is nice, but the reality is harsh."

Wen Xi listened quietly to her best friend's words, a hint of worry about Zhang Fan barely perceptible in her eyes.

Wen Xi still vividly remembers her first encounter with Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan's composure and wisdom in the face of adversity impressed Wen Xi. It was that experience that made Wen Xi realize that Zhang Fan was not as simple as he seemed on the surface.

Therefore, for this meeting, Wen Xi specially brought her best friend—a female friend who works at the procuratorate—just in case, to ensure that Zhang Fan would not do anything inappropriate to her best friend.

After all, in this industry, you can't see into someone's heart, so it's always good to be cautious.

Zhang Fan shrugged, expressing his helplessness. He had promised double the happiness, but it seemed like no one believed him.

You can give it a try.

As for bringing the prosecutor along, that's Wen Xi's usual style; she's afraid of herself.

Wen Xi looked at Zhang Fan with an unquestionable gaze, her tone firm and unyielding: "You can only use the funds for one month. After one month, there will be a forced operation. I'm afraid of being targeted, and that would be a loss."

The words were brief, yet each one was like a carefully polished pebble, resounding with conviction.

Now, a large amount of capital has poured into the Hang Seng Stock Exchange like a tidal wave. The surging power makes even a veteran like Wen Xi feel a little uneasy.

The stock market, a place full of temptations and risks, has always been an arena for capital battles. A slight misstep can lead to utter ruin.

"If the authorities lose control of the situation, they will investigate the source of the funds."

Wen Xi continued, as if reminding Zhang Fan, or perhaps admonishing herself.

In this complex and ever-changing financial world, every step must be taken with utmost care; the slightest oversight could lead to unnecessary trouble.

"It wouldn't be good if I found out myself later." Wen Xi sighed softly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

She has always acted cautiously and never easily provokes any powerful forces.

This time, the reason why I was willing to take the risk to help Zhang Fan was based on my trust in his abilities and a certain degree of recognition of his plans.

Even so, one must leave oneself a way out to ensure a safe retreat in critical moments.

"It's now confirmed that you can use these funds for one month." Wen Xi emphasized this time limit again, her tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

Wen Xi knew that for Zhang Fan, this month might be the key to success or failure.

But for her as well, this month was also the limit of the risk he could tolerate.

"But it must be returned in one month!" Wen Xi's words carried an uncompromising firmness.

In this volatile financial market, time is money, time is life.

A month might be enough time for Zhang Fan to achieve some results, but for Wen Xi, it is a timeframe that must be strictly adhered to.

At this point, Wen Xi's gaze fell on Zhang Fan again.

You can read the firmness and determination in the other person's eyes, and you can also feel their hidden ambition and aspirations.

Wen Xi knew that Zhang Fan was not one to give up easily, and this time, he might actually be able to create some unexpected miracles.

However, Wenxi also understood that miracles often come at a great cost.

In this world full of temptations and risks, every decision can change a person's destiny.

However, at the same time, it is also necessary to ensure that one does not lose too much in this game of capital.

"Remember, one month. This is our agreement." Wen Xi reiterated this time limit, as if drawing a clear line for their relationship.

Regardless of what the future holds, this agreement will remain an insurmountable chasm between him and Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan nodded slightly.

Naturally, he understood Wenxi's worries and concerns. This month would be a valuable opportunity for him to prove himself and realize his dreams.

After that, regardless of the outcome, he must abide by his agreement with Wen Xi and return the funds in full.

Taking other people's money to make money for oneself is actually a win-win situation, but how could Wenxi possibly stand against those giants?

They want to make money and gain reputation, and now a time limit has been set.

If this kid doesn't return it, I'll initiate the forced return process.

Short selling is definitely not an option, because the environment doesn't allow it.

This kid is really bold, daring to mess with Hengsheng and even specifically targeting the Shen family.

The Shen family must be in a real bind right now; even such a large family seems helpless in the face of the stock market crash.

Wen Xi wouldn't reveal who was shorting the Shen family's stock. If her best friend found out, she would cause trouble. It's best if only the two of them know about this.

Zhang Fan watched Wen Xi and the other person leave, and he also saw the short-haired beauty's disdain, and she even secretly raised her middle finger.

That's a bit provocative.