The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

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The stark white incandescent light poured down from above, illuminating every inch of the room with a cold, blinding light, leaving nowhere to hide.

Shen Daqiang had blood-stained bandages wrapped around his head and his cheeks covered in bruises. He was practically "placed" in this open space by two men in black.

That handsome man, a madman as ruthless as a demon, precisely crushed his resistance with every punch and kick, almost crushing his life as well.

The bruises on his cheeks are now swollen and burning painful; even the simple act of opening his eyelids causes the nerves on half of his face to twitch violently.

Shen Daqiang didn't even dare to cough, fearing that if he exerted any force, some broken organ would be coughed out of his throat.

The man in black remained expressionless throughout, and silently retreated after completing his actions. The soft click of the door locking was so clear that it made his heart clench.

The room was enormous, yet almost entirely empty. There were only a few black leather sofas and a long, gleaming coffee table, its cold, hard surface resembling an interrogation room.

He struggled to the door, futilely trying to turn the unmoving doorknob, and began pounding on the heavy solid wood door, shouting hoarsely:

"Is anyone there?! Let me out! What do you want?!"

There was absolute silence outside the door. His roar crashed against the wall, as if it were completely swallowed up by this pure white space.

Time flowed slowly and viscously in the silence.

Shen Daqiang's initial furious cursing gradually turned into anxious pacing. His wound continued to throb with pain, and his throat burned with thirst, but there was no water, no response, only the ever-burning, cold white light overhead.

The silence began to weigh heavily, making his eardrums ring. He went over and over all the wrong things he had done in his life, and the more he thought about it, the colder he felt.

Is it that pretty boy who laid a hand on his daughter?

What are these people trying to do? Extortion? To silence them?

A multitude of terrifying speculations began to grow, tightly binding his increasingly fragile nerves. He curled up in the corner of the sofa, trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering.

More than ten hours passed, and just as Shen Daqiang was on the verge of a mental breakdown, the door to the private room was silently pushed open.

Fang Yunci walked in.

He casually unbuttoned one of his shirt collars, exuding composure and elegance, even sporting his usual gentle and polite smile, as if he were attending an ordinary meeting.

Sun Shao-ping followed behind him, holding a tablet computer in his hand, his expression indifferent, and glared at Shen Da-qiang.

Fang Yunci walked straight to the sofa in the main seat and sat down, crossing his legs with an elegant posture.

His gaze calmly fell on Shen Daqiang, who was huddled in the corner of the sofa, pale-faced and trembling. He smiled apologetically, as if greeting an old friend.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Tell me, what happened?"

Shen Daqiang was taken aback by this sudden, normal greeting. His long-standing habit of bullying the weak and fearing the strong resurfaced, coupled with his resentment at being imprisoned. He abruptly raised his head and roared, his voice trembling with fear:

"Who are you? What right do you have to lock me up?! Let me go right now, or I'll call the police!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sun Shao-ping, who was standing behind Fang Yun-ci, moved. Without any warning, a clean and crisp straight punch slammed into Shen Da-qiang's stomach.

Shen Daqiang rolled off the sofa onto the carpet, sweating profusely from the pain, unable to even speak.

Fang Yunci didn't even lift his eyelids, as if nothing had just happened: "Now, can you speak properly?"

Shen Daqiang lay on the ground, clutching his aching abdomen, staring in terror at the smiling young man on the sofa. He finally understood his predicament.

This person in front of him is definitely not someone he can afford to mess with!

His previous arrogance was instantly crushed, leaving only primal fear.

"I...I'll talk, I'll talk." He endured the pain, struggled to his feet, and slumped back onto the sofa.

Under Fang Yunci's calm gaze, every time he uttered a probing or lie, he would be gently interrupted. The other person didn't even get angry; they just looked at him warmly. But the gentler the gesture, the more a chill seeped into Shen Daqiang's bones.

He didn't dare to hide anything and told her exactly how he found Shen Yao at the gate of Yenching University, how he got to the hotel, how he insulted her, how he slapped her, kicked her, and how he demanded 500,000 yuan.

He said a sentence, and Fang Yunci smiled and nodded, encouraging him to continue. After Shen Daqiang finished speaking, Fang Yunci leaned forward slightly, looked at Shen Daqiang, and a half-smile appeared on his lips:

"The evidence of intentional injury is conclusive. The extortion is substantial. Mr. Shen, how many years in prison do you think I would serve if I handed you and this evidence over to the police now?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it instantly pierced Shen Daqiang's last line of defense. Terrified, he slid off the sofa with a thud, knelt on the floor, and, tears streaming down his face, begged for mercy.

"No, please! Mr. Fang, I was wrong! I'll never do it again. Please let me go this time, I can't go to jail!"

Seeing his disgraceful state, Fang Yunci waved his hand lightly. Sun Shaoping stepped forward, picked up Shen Daqiang, and pressed him back onto the sofa.

"take it easy."

Fang Yunci's tone softened, even becoming pity-filled, "Considering you are Yao Yao's father, I don't want to push things too far. Here, I'll give you two choices."

Shen Daqiang looked at him expectantly, as if grasping at a straw.

"First," Fang Yunci extended his slender fingers, "I can help you call the police, or help Shen Yao sue you. We have all the witnesses and evidence. You know what the outcome will be."

Shen Daqiang shook his head frantically: "No, I won't choose this one, I choose the second one! Mr. Fang, I choose the second one!"

Fang Yunci seemed to have anticipated his reaction and continued, "Secondly, I'll help you resolve that high-interest loan. But—"

He then changed the subject, saying, "This money isn't given away for free. A loan agreement needs to be signed to establish a debt relationship."

"However, the debtor's name must be Shen Yao's."

Shen Daqiang was stunned.

The lawyer, who had been silently standing in the shadows, stepped forward, placed a loan agreement on the coffee table, and began to explain the terms, including the loan amount, repayment method, consequences of default, and so on.

Shen Daqiang listened, his expression shifting constantly. This meant he would lose his freedom for the rest of his life and have to do manual labor to pay off his debts.

But compared to going to jail immediately, this seems to be the only way out. And his daughter is so beautiful, maybe he can get out in the future.

Without any hesitation, as if afraid Fang Yunci would change his mind, he nodded repeatedly: "I choose the second one, I'll sign, I'll sign!"

Shen Daqiang picked up the pen, and without even reading the terms carefully, he tremblingly signed his name and pressed his fingerprint after the debtor Shen Yao's name.

Fang Yunci looked at the signed agreement, his smile deepening slightly. He stood up and instructed Sun Shaoping:

"Arrange for someone to take Mr. Shen to where he needs to go. Remember, follow the agreement."