Jiang Yiran made up her mind, and the look in her eyes when she looked at Zhang Wei became less timid and more ruthless.
Zhang Wei quickly sensed her ruthlessness. He glared at her fiercely, gritting his teeth, "You bitch, why are you looking at me like that? Getting a beating again?"
Jiang Yiran's body trembled involuntarily, and she quickly stood up and ran outside, "I...I'm going out to greet a customer..."
Jiang Yiran stood at the narrow, dark doorway, looking at the flashing neon lights in the distance.
Port City is indeed a place where gold is everywhere.
But for someone like her, the prosperity of the port city only served to highlight her as a stinking rat in the gutter, filthy and foul, someone who would die without anyone noticing.
She wasn't very lucky today; she didn't get a single customer.
At midnight, dazzling fireworks soared into the sky.
Jiang Yiran's gaze slowly darkened.
By this time, Zhang Wei should have finished his two bottles of wine and was probably already drunk and unconscious.
She took off her cheap high heels, walked barefoot on the ground, and tiptoed into the dark and narrow room.
Even while still in the narrow alley, she could hear Zhang Wei's thunderous snoring coming from inside the house.
A flash of ruthlessness crossed her eyes, and the image of stabbing Yang Qiaoqiao in the heart with a knife in her past life, followed by the pleasure of chopping Yang Qiaoqiao into pieces with Peng Cuiying and Jiang Yong'an, involuntarily flashed through her mind.
There were no sharp weapons like fruit knives in the house she and Zhang Wei rented, but there was hemp rope.
She picked up the hemp rope, tested its strength, and then tiptoed over to Zhang Wei, who was snoring, and suddenly put the rope around his neck.
Then, he braced his feet against the foot of the bed for support and used all his strength to tighten the belt.
When Zhang Wei was woken up by the urge to breathe, he instinctively reached for the rope around his neck.
But he slept for a while after getting drunk, and his body was already a bit weak.
He was kicking his legs frantically and waving his hands in the air. Just as he grabbed the rope, his head lolled to the side. It was unclear whether he had fainted or died.
To be on the safe side, Jiang Yiran continued to tighten the rope with all her might for nearly ten minutes, until she was almost completely exhausted. Only then did she release the rope in her hands and reach out tremblingly to check Zhang Wei's breath.
The moment she realized that Zhang Wei was completely lifeless, she collapsed to the ground, feeling utterly drained of all strength.
Only then did she realize that she was soaked in sweat from head to toe, and a cold wind blew in from somewhere, making her shiver.
The next moment, however, I felt my mind become exceptionally clear.
"Heh... Hahahaha..."
She twitched the corners of her mouth, then burst into uncontrollable, maniacal laughter.
As she laughed, tears streamed down her cheeks.
As the tears fell, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
How stupid she is!
She felt that by stealing that jerk Qin Haiyang, she could surpass Yang Qiaoqiao and become the wife of the richest man in the world.
In the end, he realized that without Yang Qiaoqiao, Qin Haiyang was nothing.
In her past life, she thought Zhang Wei was her salvation, but in the end, not only did Zhang Wei ruin her life, but she also had to endure his domestic violence.
In this life, she thought Zhang Wei was her salvation, but in the end, she suffered an even worse fate than in her previous life.
As Jiang Yiran cried, the regret in her eyes once again turned into cold ruthlessness.
No, it's not that she's stupid!
Yang Qiaoqiao is too wicked!
In her past life, Yang Qiaoqiao stole her life, and in this life, Yang Qiaoqiao will steal her life again!
It's God who's unfair!
God could have just allowed her to be reborn and change her fate, but instead, He had to make that bitch Yang Qiaoqiao be reborn as well.
She suppressed all her emotions, her cold gaze falling on Zhang Wei's corpse.
Zhang Wei's death is tantamount to her being given a second chance at rebirth.
This year is also 1990, the beginning of the 1990s. She remembers that in December of this year, the first batch of A-shares, which will be known as the "Old Eight Stocks" by later generations, will be issued.
These stocks then increased 20-fold in the two years between 1990 and 1992.
In her past life, Yang Qiaoqiao also bought the old eight stocks around this time. In 1992, when land transfer policies were introduced across the country, she cashed out all the money in the stock market and bought land.
This laid the foundation for the Qin Group to become one of the leading companies in the country and for Qin Haiyang to top the rich list.
Jiang Yiran's gaze gradually hardened.
With nearly a year to go, she could use that time to save some money as capital, which she could then invest in the stock market. By 1992, she would have the capital to turn her life around.
While she was making plans in her mind, Jiang Yiran's hands didn't stop either; she quickly searched Zhang Wei's body.
They quickly found over a hundred yuan on Zhang Wei's already stiff body.
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief when she found the hundred-odd yuan.
Fortunately, Zhang Wei did not squander all the money she had earned during this period.
Otherwise, even if she escaped Zhang Wei's control, she would only be able to continue selling her body.
After taking all the money and the only valuable thing on Zhang Wei's body, a watch, Jiang Yiran glanced at Zhang Wei's ugly corpse with its eyes wide open and tongue sticking out.
Turn around, go out, and lock the door.
When she returned, she was carrying a cleaver.
She had already decided how to dispose of Zhang Wei's body.
The city is currently rife with triads, and gang warfare occurs frequently.
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