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

At the entrance of Andingli residential area.

The Dongfeng Mengshi slowly came to a stop, its wheels pressing down on the speed bump with a dull thud.

A head popped out of the guard booth; it was a young security guard who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a crisp uniform.

He saluted, watching the railing slowly rise, and the Dongfeng Warrior smoothly drove in.

After Lu Jingxiu came last time, he registered his license plate in the system, so there was no need to register as a visitor.

A moment later, a black Porsche Cayenne pulled up and stopped in front of the railing.

The security guard saluted, walked over with a registration book in hand, and bent down to peek into the car window.

There were five men in the car.

There was one in the driver's seat, one in the passenger seat, and three in the back seat.

They were all wearing dark suits, their expressions tense, their eyes glancing towards the residential area.

I didn't recognize any of the security guards.

"Hello, visitors must register," the security guard said politely. "Who are you looking for?"

The driver was stunned; he hadn't expected the security guards in this residential complex to be so dedicated to their duties.

In high-end residential areas like these, security guards will let luxury cars through without caring how many people are inside.

He put on a smile and said politely, "Hello, I'm meeting a friend who lives in this neighborhood."

"Which household are you looking for? What's their name?" the security guard asked, holding a registration book and a pen ready.

The driver reacted quickly, making up a name on the spot: "The one surnamed Wang, Mr. Wang, lives in... Building 2."

The security guard sneered inwardly.

Building 2? He knows the owner's surname by heart, but where did this "General Manager Wang" come from?

But he didn't show it on his face, and simply said calmly, "There are no residents with the surname Wang in Building 2. Are you sure it's Building 2?"

The driver changed his story, saying, "That might be Building 3. I don't remember exactly, but I recognized it when I got to the bottom of the building."

"Call a friend and ask him to come down and pick you up, or have him give you the house number," the security guard said, unmoved, tapping his pen on his notebook. "Without the owner's confirmation, I cannot let you in."

The driver frowned.

Why is this security guard so serious? How much does he make a month? Is the property manager his father?

He cursed inwardly, but still smiled apologetically: "Brother, my friend is in a meeting and I can't get through to him on the phone. Could you please make an exception and let me go in and wait for him? I'll just stay for a little while and won't go far."

As he spoke, he pulled out a pack of 95 Supreme cigarettes and handed it out the car window: "What's your surname? I'll have Mr. Wang come to thank you later."

The security guard glanced at the pack of cigarettes; it cost ninety-nine yuan a pack.

He shook his head and didn't answer: "You can't come in without registration. You can wait at the entrance and wait for him to come out and get you."

Damn it, where did this greenhorn security guard come from?

The driver's smile faded slightly: "Then can I park the car at the entrance and go inside? Just walk in, I won't cause any trouble."

"Sorry, neither people nor vehicles are allowed in. It's the rule, not targeting you." The security guard maintained his unyielding expression, standing ramrod straight.

The driver pursed his lips, took the cigarette back, and stuffed it back into his pocket.

It's true what they say: it's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings.

He turned the car around, pulled the Cayenne to the side of the road, and then took out his phone to call Mo Linyuan's assistant.

"Hello, assistant, the situation is a bit complicated. The community security guards won't let us in; they insist on resident confirmation. We can't get in."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the assistant's voice came through: "Understood. You guys leave first. Don't linger there to avoid attracting attention. I'll consult with President Mo."

"clear."

The driver hung up the phone, glanced at the security guard still standing at the gate in the rearview mirror, clicked his tongue, started the car, and slowly drove away.

As evening fell, the setting sun painted the horizon a gentle orange-red.

Lu's parents are back.

The process of recognizing relatives went more smoothly than Lu Jingxiu had imagined.

The moment Lu's mother saw Lu Na, her eyes welled up with tears. She went over, took Lu Na's hand, looked her up and down several times, then gently hugged her and said, "It's good that you're back."

Standing to the side, Lu's father had a complicated expression, but his eyes were gentle. He patted Lu Na on the shoulder and said, "This will be your home from now on."

To Lu Jingxiu's surprise, Xu Na also sent a long apology text message to Lu's parents.

The content was similar to what she sent to Lu Jingxiu, with a sincere tone and no attempt to shirk responsibility. She also attached her newly opened bank card number at the end, saying that she would repay the money monthly in the future.

After reading the text message, Mr. Lu remained silent for a long time, while Mrs. Lu sighed and her eyes reddened again.

Lu Jingxiu and Lu Na both said they didn't want to pursue the matter further. Lu's parents exchanged a glance and ultimately didn't pursue it any further.

Some things, if you keep pursuing them to the end, will only make everyone feel worse.

Since both children have chosen to let go, their parents have no choice but to follow suit.

But even if we let it go, we still have to feel sorry for those who deserve it.

Lu's mother pulled Lu Na into the room, saying she wanted to take her measurements so she could take her to buy some new clothes tomorrow.

Lu Na was a little embarrassed, but she didn't refuse and obediently followed them inside.

Only Lu Feng and his son remained in the living room.

"Dad, these are some illegal materials related to the Mo Group." Lu Jingxiu took out the documents Chu Jin had given him from his bag and handed them to Lu Feng.

Lu Feng took the documents, put on his reading glasses, and sat down on the sofa in the study to read them.

He wasn't in a good mood after what happened tonight.

But he forced himself to concentrate and turned the pages one by one.

Like Lu Jingxiu, he became increasingly alarmed as he looked at it.

This isn't just ordinary commercial illegality for the Mo Group; it's like dancing on the edge of the law and spitting on it in the process.

Each of these things alone would be enough to warrant filing a case, but the Mo family managed to collect the whole set, in large quantities, as if they were afraid that the public security, procuratorate, and judiciary would not have good performance in their year-end evaluations.

However, correspondingly, after handling it, this was also a very fruitful result for him.

After reading the last page, Lu Feng put the documents on the coffee table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes for a while.

The enemy has appeared.

And it was even crazier and more unscrupulous than he had imagined.

This information is very detailed, but it still needs to be verified.

Evidence must be handled carefully, and clues must be passed on to the right people.

With this document, he doesn't need to get involved personally. He only needs to ensure that the right people are involved and that the document is delivered to the right people. Then he can just wait and watch the show.

"Okay, I'll verify it," Lu Feng opened his eyes, looked at Lu Jingxiu, and said with a hint of approval in his voice, "You did a good job."

In the following days, the special task force began to quietly take action.

The movements were small, but very precise.

Some people were summoned for questioning, some were reassigned, and some things that the Mo Group had previously kept tightly under wraps were being revealed to the public by the media little by little every day.

Like peeling an onion, layer by layer, it brings tears to people's eyes. Of course, those who shed tears are the shareholders and investors of the Mo Group.

The stock price of the Mo Group began to fall, and their long-standing connections with the government were being gradually eliminated by the Discipline Inspection Commission, one by one, like pulling up radishes, leaving no trace.

The top-floor office of the Mo's Group headquarters.

"Mr. Mo, the forces behind Lu Jingxiu have made their move," the assistant said cautiously, standing in front of the desk.

Mo Linyuan sat behind his desk, holding a marketing department report in his hand.

Several government projects under discussion were notified of a suspension. He casually tossed the materials onto the table, and the paper report slid halfway down before hitting the pen holder and coming to a stop.

"I told you to bring him here, where is he?" He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, loosened his tie, and exuded an barely suppressed anxiety and rage.

It looks really cool.

"That kid has been going back and forth between the neighborhood and school lately, always taking the main roads with heavy traffic." The assistant swallowed hard and reported, forcing a smile.

"And his car... was bulletproof. We didn't have the right tools, so it was difficult to take action on the road. The security guards in the residential area were keeping a very close watch, and our people couldn't even get through the gate."

Mo Linyuan stood up and walked somewhat irritably to the French windows.

Outside the window was the bustling skyline of Bashi, the sunlight was perfect, but his face reflected in the glass showed an unpredictable expression.

His company is being eroded bit by bit, his people are being taken away one by one, and he can't even see his rivals.

Then, his face froze.

One after another, police cars with flashing red and blue lights and black armored vehicles were seen turning in from the main road.

Police cars stopped at the entrance of the building, the doors opened, and a large number of uniformed police officers and special police officers in black combat uniforms got out.

Their actions were swift and orderly. All entrances and exits were controlled, police tape was set up, and even two people were stationed at the entrance to the underground parking garage. Then, a large number of police officers rushed into the building.

The alternating red and blue police lights made the glass curtain wall of the entire building flash, creating a scene more dramatic than any movie.

police?!!

Why are the police here?!

Who are they here to arrest?

Mo Linyuan's heart clenched, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Have security stop those police officers!" Mo Linyuan turned around abruptly, his voice slightly out of control. "We absolutely cannot let them get up here!"

The assistant's heart skipped a beat.

He walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced down.

The rows of flashing red and blue lights choked him back into his throat.

He frantically pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling, and dialed the security captain's number: "Captain Liu! President Mo has ordered us to stop the police! We absolutely cannot let them up!"

"Received." The calm voice of the security captain came through the walkie-talkie.

Security Captain Liu put down his phone, took a deep breath, picked up the radio slung over his shoulder, and shouted into the broadcast channel: "Everyone, assemble in the lobby on the first floor! Stop the police!"

"receive!"

"clear!"

The headphones were filled with responses.

Immediately afterwards, bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses rushed from all parts of the building toward the lobby on the first floor.

The leather shoes clicked and clacked on the marble floor, creating a scene so intense it resembled a scene from a gangster movie.

Mo Linyuan walked to the computer, connected to the monitor, and took a few deep breaths.

These security guards were professionals he hired at a high price; they all had criminal records to varying degrees.

Only Mo Linyuan dared to take them in, pay them high salaries, arrange accommodation for them, and transform them from street thugs into security guards in office buildings.

Loyalty is reliable.

These people knew very well that if they left the Mo Group, they would either go back to being street thugs or end up in jail until they died.

That's why they would desperately try to stop the police, because what they were stopping wasn't the police, but their livelihood and freedom.