Chu Hongyu's eyelids twitched at Ning Yuan's audacious act.
The only people in the world who would dare to hit Young Master Ning on the head with a file folder like that are probably Ning Yuan, besides the old master.
Every time Ning Bingyu meets Ning Yuan, his calm and composed demeanor, which he displays in the business world, instantly crumbles, and he becomes somewhat... childish.
Ning Bingyu was hit on the head with a "smack" by the brown paper bag, and his glasses almost fell out of shape.
He took the brown paper document bag and raised his hand to knock it back.
But as his fingers touched the thickness of the file folder, his eyes instinctively swept across the open opening, revealing pages with bright red header labels.
His raised hand paused.
Looking up...
It's an official document with a red header, the kind only seen in mainland China.
Ning Bingyu suspiciously opened the file bag completely, pulled out the documents inside, and only glanced at them quickly.
His eyes behind his glasses suddenly lit up sharply, and the usual disdain in his tone faded slightly: "You've actually done something decent, you piece of char siu."
Ning Yuan crossed her arms and sneered, "Hmph, that's right, everyone does the same thing as you!"
Ning Bingyu put the documents away, put his glasses back on, and resumed his commanding tone: "Tomorrow, I'll take you to see your uncle."
Ning Yuan immediately frowned, took a step back, and said reluctantly, "Why do I need to see him? Can't you make this decision yourself? Do I have to ask him for permission?"
Ning Bingyu's gaze, visible behind his glasses, flashed with impatience: "Just go when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense? You don't know what's good for you."
Seeing that Ning Yuan still looked like she was "too lazy to go".
He thought for a moment, then changed his mind, lifting his chin and pointing in one direction—
"I'm giving you a chance by letting you go. Just stay here and don't wander off. There's a lounge over there with folding beds and showers. Tomorrow, I'll take you to meet people."
Ning Yuan raised one of her delicate eyebrows: "No way, Young Master Ning? Have you completely gone mad as a capitalist? You won't even let me go home? I'm not going to be your volunteer!"
Ning Bingyu's lips curled into a cold smile: "You'll probably never have the chance to witness such a spectacular capital battle in your lifetime. In your mainland slang, it's like, 'If you don't study hard, how can you improve every day?'"
Seeing this, Chu Hongyu gently tugged at Ning Yuan's arm and whispered, "Xiao Ning, don't be angry. Actually, the young master will continue to live in his office here."
“It’s not just him. Chairman Ning Zhengkai is also staying in his chairman’s office there. There’s a similar special department operating there too. These are extraordinary times.”
Upon hearing this, Ning Yuan blinked in surprise, a hint of astonishment flashing in her bright, grape-like eyes: "Wow, this really is a full-scale mobilization of the army?"
Ning Bingyu offered his assessment without any reservations: "Char Siu, you should thank your lucky stars for having the chance to witness this scene."
Ning Yuan: "Hehe, you'd die if you didn't put on an act!"
In the end, she stayed.
Chu Hongyu led her to a rest room that had been temporarily converted from a small office.
The interior was simply furnished, with a folding cot covered with clean bedding and a small table in the corner with a black landline telephone on it.
Chu Hongyu asked considerately, "There's a private bathroom here where you can wash up. Why don't you rest for a bit? I'll go get you something to eat."
Ning Yuan waved her hand: "No need to trouble Sister Hongyu, I've already eaten."
After washing up and changing into clean clothes, Ning Yuan didn't rush to sleep.
She followed Chu Hongyu back to the brightly lit exterior of the large office, watching the tense and busy scene inside.
The large office area outside was still brightly lit, and the atmosphere was tense, like a taut string.
The elites were focused, their fingers flying across the keyboards, and data streams cascading down their screens like waterfalls.
Interspersed with hushed, rapid English conversations and the occasional ringing of the telephone.
Ning Yuan stood on the edge and watched for a while. Financial derivatives, short selling, leverage, hedging... these terms were both familiar and unfamiliar to her.
This was a war without gunfire, yet it was exceptionally brutal. However, the profound operational logic and complex financial instruments were beyond her current knowledge.
Listening to Chu Hongyu's conversation with the others, she learned about the current predicament facing the Ning family and Ning Bingyu's counterattack strategy.
This was not her territory, so Ning Yuan quietly retreated to her temporary room.
It was already late at night, and the ever-burning neon lights outside the window cast a faint glow inside the room.
She sat on the edge of the bed, her gaze fixed on the black landline phone.
She stared at the phone, her eyes shifting, and it was unclear how much time had passed, as if she had gone through a long internal struggle.
Finally, she reached out, picked up the receiver, paused her fingertips on the dial pad, and then slowly dialed a number.
The receiver kept playing a beeping tone, one after another.
It seemed exceptionally clear and exceptionally long in the quiet night.
It rang for a long time, so long that Ning Yuan almost thought no one would answer...
"Hello?"
A slightly hoarse, yet still clear and deep male voice came through the electrical connection, simply saying, "Hello?"
Ning Yuan's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the receiver, her heart feeling as if something had gently squeezed it.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to sense the silence and asked with a hint of wariness, "Who is this?"
Ning Yuan remained silent, listening intently to the breathing coming through the microphone.
A few seconds later, she silently and gently hung up the phone and put the receiver back on the stand.
On the other end of the phone.
Under the bright lights of the Wan Chai Police Headquarters office, a man wearing a black training vest looked at the telephone receiver in his hand.
He was tall and muscular, with smooth, powerful lines. His fingertips were still stained with gun oil, and on the table in front of him lay a disassembled and maintained precision handgun part.
The man narrowed his eyes; it was a silent call with no beginning or end...
His eyes first swept across a cold wariness and danger, like a lurking leopard sensing something unusual.
But just a few seconds later, the sense of danger faded, and his taut lips suddenly curved upwards into a very shallow arc.
The arc became more and more pronounced, finally turning into a low, knowing laugh.
"Heh...o(*￣︶￣*)o"
In the darkness, a complex and unfathomable light flickered in those deep eyes.
Just then, a voice came from behind him: "Zhou sir, it's time for a tactical meeting!"
Zhou Yan said calmly, "Okay."
...
The next morning.
Ning Yuan was still immersed in a hazy dream; she had gone to bed too late last night.
I had a nightmare all night where I would slap someone hard across the face, then hug them and cry, then slap them hard across the face again, then hug them and cry again.
She was even more tired and was about to switch to kicking when she was suddenly lifted off the bed.
Chu Hongyu quickly pushed her towards the bathroom: "Xiao Ning, hurry up, wake up! Wash up quickly, you have to go out later!"
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