"Young Master Ye! Something terrible has happened! The Qin Group is in trouble!"
"That old fox Qin Xiangjun has gone mad for some reason. He suddenly stopped all financial activities and even called the police. Now the economic crime investigation team has moved into the company!"
"Our plan... our plan to drain the Qin family and seize control of the Qin family, is it going to fall through?! Will I be found out, Young Master Ye?!"
Qin Nanxi's voice was choked with sobs, filled with barely concealed fear and panic.
Upon hearing this, Ye Chen's brows twitched almost imperceptibly, but his tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of the nonchalance characteristic of someone in a superior position.
"What's the panic?"
"It's just the loss of a few insignificant henchmen; it won't cause any trouble."
He paused, his voice revealing a confidence that suggested he was in complete control, as if everything was under his command.
“I’ve already had my men use some financial maneuvers to clear you of all responsibility in this matter; they won’t be able to trace it back to you.”
Qin Nanxi on the other end of the phone visibly breathed a sigh of relief, her voice lightening with the joy of surviving a close call.
"Now, I need you to do something."
Ye Chen's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an unquestionable commanding tone.
"If you succeed, the entire Qin Group will be yours in the future."
"Really? Young Master Ye?!"
Qin Nanxi's voice instantly became incredibly excited, filled with greedy desire, and her breathing became rapid.
“My dad and I have always been suppressed by that old bastard Qin Xiangjun in the Qin family! His good-for-nothing son, Qin Xiao, is an even more useless playboy. I’ve disliked them for a long time! Why should they live in big villas and drive luxury cars while we have to watch their faces!”
After the initial excitement subsided, Qin Nanxi remembered something and cautiously added a sentence, her tone both flattering and probing.
"Then...Young Master Ye, the poison you gave me before..."
Ye Chen's lips curled into a cruel sneer, his voice as cold as ice, the chill piercing Qin Nanxi's eardrums through the receiver.
"You ungrateful stray dog, you actually dare to dream of taking the chain off your neck?"
"Remember who you are."
"Work well for me, and I'll naturally spare your life. Otherwise..."
"Now, all you need to do is this... this..."
Ye Chen lowered his voice, and like a viper spitting its tongue, he viciously gave instructions on the treacherous plan to the person on the other end of the phone.
In a secluded, dusty corner of the fire escape in the Qin Group building.
Qin Nanxi gripped her scalding phone tightly, her face a mixture of fear and fervor, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, as she nodded and bowed repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, Young Master Ye!"
"I will definitely get it done! I guarantee it will be foolproof!"
"I will definitely crush that piece of trash Qin Xiao under my feet and make sure he never rises again! I'll make him kneel down and beg me for mercy!"
He hung up the phone, his face still showing a ferocious excitement and fantasies about the future, as if he could already see himself sitting on the president's throne, trampling Qin Xiao underfoot and humiliating him at will.
Just then, without warning, a hand, with a slightly cool touch, gently patted his shoulder.
A voice, tinged with mockery yet chillingly cold, seemed to emanate from the deepest hell, gently echoing in his ears.
"Oh? Why are you stepping on me?"
"Are you planning to... give me a back massage to loosen my bones?"
Qin Nanxi felt a chill run down her spine, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping its beating!
He whirled around, horrified to meet the face behind him that seemed to be smiling but wasn't, with deep, unsettling eyes. Terrified, he screamed "Oh my god!" and his brand-new iPhone crashed to the ground with a "thud," the screen shattering into a spiderweb of cracks.
His legs went weak, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing onto the cold, dirty cement floor, his face ashen.
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