She gently swirled the wine in her glass, as if savoring the taste of the battle, or perhaps contemplating her next move.
Zhao Wuji continued his story, revealing that he had discovered Wenxi had used some funds from Beijing. These funds were not intended to be used for kickbacks, so they chose to openly enter the Hong Kong underground market.
These funds flooded into the stock market like a raging torrent, becoming a significant force in shorting the Shen family's stock.
Through this information, Miss Shen could confirm that Wen Xi had indeed provided funds to the short sellers. These funds were like sharp blades, catching the Shen family off guard and leaving them in a very sorry state.
However, Miss Shen did not show the slightest panic or anger.
She remained calm and composed, as if everything was within her expectations.
She gently set down her wine glass, looked directly at Zhao Wuji, and said calmly, "Mr. Zhao, your investigation was excellent, and I am very grateful for your efforts. Next, we need to develop a meticulous plan to not only expose Wen Xi's true colors but also protect the Shen family from further losses."
Zhao Wuji nodded, a hint of admiration and appreciation flashing in his eyes.
He knew that Miss Shen was not only a woman who knew how to enjoy life, but also a leader with extraordinary wisdom and courage.
She is able to remain calm and composed in adversity, something many people cannot do.
After learning about Wen Xi's actions, Miss Shen felt a complex mix of emotions.
She stood up and gracefully walked to the other end of the living room, where Zhao Wuji was organizing his investigation materials, preparing to leave.
Her steps were light yet firm, each step seemingly proclaiming her determination and strength.
A complex light flickered in his eyes—a confirmation of the outcome, an anticipation of the impending action, and a hidden hint of darkness and cunning.
"Mr. Zhao, thank you for your hard work tonight. Your work is outstanding, and the Shen family never mistreats those who have made contributions." Miss Shen's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable strength.
She took a check out of her wallet and gently placed it on the table; it was an affirmation and reward for Zhao Wuji's efforts.
Zhao Wuji took the check, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but more so, admiration for Miss Shen.
He knew that this seemingly delicate woman possessed boundless resilience and wisdom.
He nodded slightly to express his gratitude, then turned and left, disappearing into the night.
Miss Shen watched Zhao Wuji's figure disappear into the distance, a faint smile playing on her lips.
She knew her intuition was never wrong. This time, she not only confirmed Wenxi's betrayal, but also borrowed billions of dollars from him.
The thought that the money might not have to be returned due to Wenxi's downfall made a dark, cunning glint flash in her eyes.
But soon, she buried this emotion deep in her heart, and it was replaced by an even firmer determination—she would not only protect the Shen family, but also make those who betrayed her pay the price.
Miss Shen turned and walked to the wardrobe, selecting a well-tailored black coat and putting it on.
This coat not only showcased her taste and status, but also seemed to drape her in a veil of mystery and aloofness.
She straightened her collar slightly, then strode out of the house, driving alone in a Mercedes-Benz into the Hong Kong night.
Hong Kong at night, with its dim lights, hides countless secrets and sins.
Miss Shen's car weaved through the narrow, dimly lit streets and finally stopped in a neighborhood called "Land of Chaos".
This is one of the most chaotic and darkest areas in Hong Kong, a breeding ground for all kinds of illegal transactions and crimes.
Miss Shen stepped out of the car and looked around. The streetlights were dim, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of tobacco and alcohol. Occasionally, the sounds of arguing and fighting could be heard in the distance.
She remained unfazed, as if none of this concerned her.
Her gaze was calm and profound, as if it could pierce through the night and look directly at the evil hidden in the darkness.
Not far away, several men dressed like gangsters were gathered together smoking and chatting.
They were dressed in loose T-shirts and jeans, their hair was messy, and their eyes revealed a fierce and greedy look.
Among them, a man with a scar on his face was particularly eye-catching.
He was a burly man with bulging muscles, and he held a thick iron rod in his hand, as if he were ready to use it to teach those who disobeyed him a lesson at any time.
Miss Shen walked slowly toward them, her steps unhurried.
Her appearance attracted the attention of the gangsters, who stopped what they were doing and looked at her with curious and wary eyes.
The young lady did not stop, but walked straight up to the scarred man and stopped.
"Are you the leader here?" Miss Shen's voice was calm yet powerful, as if it could penetrate the night and reach Scarface's heart.
Scarface was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure.
He sized up the newcomer, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly.
Instead of answering his question, Miss Shen took out a photograph from her bag and handed it to Scarface.
"This person, you find a bunch of brothers, no, find a bunch of foreigners, and let her experience the pleasures of being a woman. Then, I think I'll never see her again." Her voice was calm and cold, as if she were talking about something insignificant.
Scarface took the photo and examined the woman in it carefully.
A glint of lust and excitement flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by greed.
“This task is not simple; it requires a lot of manpower and money,” he said tentatively.
Miss Shen smiled slightly, took out a check from her bag, and gently placed it in Scarface's hand.
“This is a check for one million US dollars, and there will be another four million after the deal is done.” Her voice was calm, as if she had already anticipated the other party’s reaction.
Scarface looked at the check in his hand, a glint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
He knew full well that this was a huge sum of money, enough for him and his brothers to live a carefree life for several years.
He looked up at the newcomer, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of greed and awe.
"Don't worry, we will definitely complete this task perfectly," he said confidently.
Miss Shen nodded gently, seemingly unsurprised by Scarface's promise.
“Remember, I want results, not processes. And this must be done cleanly and efficiently, leaving no trace.” Her voice was calm yet chilling, as if she had made ample preparations for the impending storm.
After saying that, Miss Shen turned and left, getting back into her Mercedes-Benz.
The car started and slowly drove away from this chaotic place.
Miss Shen gazed through the car window at the receding street, a complex light flickering in her eyes—an anticipation of the impending revenge.
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