Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

The rooftop office of the Mo's Group.

Mo Linyuan sat behind his large desk, toying with a fountain pen in his hand, the nib swirling around his fingertip.

The assistant stood in front of the desk, head slightly bowed: "Mr. Mo, we can't find any information about that person. The people within the public security system... have already been taken away."

Mo Linyuan stopped writing with his pen.

He raised his head, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed, a cold glint flashing in them: "Took them away? Who dares to touch our people?"

The assistant was silent for a second.

"It was the Municipal Bureau's Supervision Detachment and the Discipline Inspection Commission; they took the person away without any prior warning."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Mo Linyuan's lips curled up slightly, and his interest deepened in his eyes.

"It's better if we can't find it," he said, standing up, walking around the desk, and to the floor-to-ceiling window.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, his back to his assistant, he looked out the window at the city that belonged to him: "If I can't find him, it means he's worth my time."

His expression was calm, even a little playful.

"I, Mo Linyuan, have been able to operate in both the legitimate and criminal worlds for so many years. I have never relied on who my opponents are, but rather on the fact that I dare to take action against whoever they are."

The assistant stood there, head slightly bowed, waiting for him to continue.

"Have someone spread rumors in front of Lu Na, saying that the man has a fiancée and he's just playing around. Or that he has girlfriends, more than one, say whatever sounds nasty you can."

The assistant took out his phone and quickly jotted it down in the notes app.

"Have someone take a few more photos of that man and other women, and send them to Lu Na's phone to create a misunderstanding."

The assistant's fingers flew across the screen.

He didn't understand why the boss cared so much about a poor girl.

That Lu Na, she's just average-looking, has no connections, and works as a waitress in a restaurant. You can find plenty of girls like that anywhere, so why is it worth the boss going to all this trouble?

But whatever, he could never figure out what the boss was thinking, as long as the boss was happy.

Mo Linyuan continued confidently, "If we can't find information about that man, we'll investigate his friends. We'll greet them one by one and warn them that if they get close to that man again, they're going against me, Mo Linyuan."

"Go to Lu Na's school and have the principal expel Lu Na. If that man is also a student, talk to his school and have him expelled as well."

The assistant's fingers kept moving as she continued taking notes.

Mo Linyuan finally gave a cold laugh.

"I want them to know that the price of offending me is losing everything step by step."

"In the end, they had no choice but to beg me."

The assistant closed his phone and bowed slightly: "Yes."

……

In the evening, a matte black Dongfeng Mengshi slowly approached the Andingli residential area.

The security guard at the gate saw the license plate from afar, immediately came out of his booth, stood straight, and saluted.

After the car came to a stop, he went forward to register as required, but his expression clearly showed respect.

Because he knew the driver; he was the secretary's son.

"Young Master Lu, welcome back."

Lu Jingxiu lowered the car window, nodded slightly, took the register, and signed his name on it.

The security guard took the register, pressed the remote control, and the barrier slowly rose.

The Dongfeng Mengshi roared in a low voice and drove into the residential area.

Andingli is the residential compound for the families of the municipal party committee members. It is located in the core area of ​​Minghai District, and it is only a seven or eight-minute drive from the municipal party committee building.

The location was chosen for its convenience, making it easier for municipal officials to handle government affairs and for their families to commute to get off work and school.

The neighborhood is shaded by green trees, and the roads are so clean that not a single fallen leaf can be seen. The streetlights are already on, and the warm yellow light shines through the sycamore leaves onto the car roofs.

Lu Jingxiu parked the car and went upstairs.

As I opened the door, the aroma of food wafted out.

The apartment is about 180 square meters, with four bedrooms and two living rooms. The decoration is simple, and the furniture is all mahogany, the kind of style that older cadres like.

A landscape painting hangs on the living room wall, and a set of purple clay teaware sits on the coffee table. The whole house is clean and tidy, exuding an air of order and refinement.

Seeing her son return, Fang Ci was overjoyed. She circled around Lu Jingxiu, asking questions like, "Have you been eating well these past two days?" and "Why hasn't the scar on your face healed completely yet?" Lu Jingxiu kept nagging her while changing his shoes.

Lu Feng sat on the sofa flipping through the newspaper. He glanced up at his son, said nothing, and then looked down to continue flipping through the newspaper.

After dinner, Fang Ci washed the dishes in the kitchen, the tap running, while the father and son went to the study.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the awkward atmosphere gradually eased, and then they naturally got down to business.

Lu Feng picked up his teacup, took a sip, looked at Lu Jingxiu, and slowly said, "This afternoon, the Municipal Party Committee held a Standing Committee meeting to specifically discuss the crackdown on organized crime. If anything happens in the future, just call your Uncle Zhang directly."

"Okay." Lu Jingxiu nodded in response.

Then he paused and asked, "Dad, do you know Mo Linyuan?"

Lu Feng pondered for a moment: "I remember you, the president of the Mo Group. Their company is one of the top in Ba Province, and he's also an outstanding young entrepreneur..."

As he said this, his eyelids twitched and his heart skipped a beat.

No way?

He now gets a bit of PTSD whenever he hears the words "young entrepreneur".

The case of Shang Yanchen, that outlaw, is still unresolved, and now another one has emerged?

"What's wrong with him now?" Lu Feng asked.

"I heard he's the world's richest man, with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, dominating the market, killing without blinking an eye, and even carrying a gun?" Lu Jingxiu rattled off all the information he'd heard from Lu Na in one breath.

Lu Feng fell silent.

He held his teacup, staring at his son for several seconds, his expression as if he were trying to determine if his son was joking with him.

"Where did you hear this from?" he asked. "Do you even believe it yourself?"

Lu Jingxiu shook his head: "I don't believe it either."

"Then why did you ask?"

"He called dozens of people this morning to surround my car and smash it, but luckily my car is bulletproof," Lu Jingxiu said. "So now I'm starting to believe him."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng, who had been leaning back in his chair leisurely, turned serious.

He placed the teacup on the table and leaned forward slightly.

"I called the police right at the entrance of Bashi University of Technology, and they've already opened a case," Lu Jingxiu continued, beginning his complaint. "And I heard that last time, over a trivial matter, he quietly got rid of the principal and a security guard."

Lu Feng's lips twitched. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and felt he needed to calm his nerves.

What his son said was a bit too outrageous for him.

It was so outrageous that he couldn't believe it at all.

It's understandable that he would get dozens of people to smash his car; young people are impulsive and act recklessly because they have money and power.

But a university president was dealt with? Quietly? No one investigated? This can no longer be explained by money and power.

However, given that his son had recently exposed many outlaws, he dared not completely disbelieve it.