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Sanbao Company, west of the city.

Su Hao and Chen Yue arrived by taxi during their lunch break.

While employees at other companies were chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere, Sanbao Company was eerily quiet. Occasionally, a few people would come out, all with their heads down and looking timid.

The two entered Sanbao Company and found seven or eight burly men standing in the lobby. Each of them was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with tattoos on their necks and fierce eyes. They were clearly not good people.

The man in the lead had slicked-back hair, wore a floral shirt with the collar wide open, and had a blue dragon tattoo on his chest.

When he saw Chen Yue, his eyes lit up and he whistled.

"Hey, isn't this Xiaoyue? Long time no see!"

"What, you've 'come to your senses' and come back to see President Jin?"

The thugs around her joined in the laughter, their eyes scanning Chen Yue back and forth.

Chen Yue bit her lip and didn't say anything, subconsciously moving closer to Su Hao.

"He even brought a pretty boy along. Did he know that some of the brothers have unusual tastes and came to cater to them?" The greasy-haired, burly man sized up Su Hao, his eyes filled with wickedness.

Su Hao never imagined that a man would be interested in him, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing his pale face, Chen Yue quickly tugged at his sleeve: "Calm down, don't get into a conflict with them. Don't forget our purpose is to get our money back."

Su Hao could only suppress the urge to beat up the greasy-haired, burly man.

Approaching the front desk, Chen Yue forced a smile and said, "Hello, we are staff members of the Li Group, here to settle the outstanding payment owed to your company. Please inform General Manager Jin."

The receptionist, a heavily made-up woman, didn't even lift her eyelids when she heard this.

"Mr. Jin is busy and doesn't have time to meet anyone. He can come again tomorrow."

Chen Yue pleaded softly, "Could you do me a favor? We came all this way specifically for this..."

"Can't you understand human language?" The receptionist waved her away impatiently.

"Come back tomorrow if you want, don't get in my way."

A burly man with slicked-back hair walked over, pushed aside the reception desk, and said with a grin, "Hey, don't say that. President Jin has been talking about Xiaoyue a lot. He'll definitely be happy to know she's here."

He turned to look at Chen Yue, his gaze lingering on her without restraint: "Let's go, I'll take you upstairs. President Jin should be free right now."

Chen Yue knew in her heart that this trip up there would definitely not be anything good, but in order to get the money, she still gritted her teeth and nodded.

Su Hao followed behind her, his hands in his pockets, showing no sign of anxiety or apprehension.

The group took the elevator directly to the top floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, a series of unpleasant sounds came from the end of the corridor, a mixture of men's and women's panting, and even a strange, pungent smell in the air.

Chen Yue blushed, but the greasy-haired burly man remained calm, as if he was already used to it.

He walked to the office door at the far end of the corridor, knocked on the door, and whispered a few words through the door.

The noise inside immediately stopped.

After a while, the door opened a crack, and a woman with disheveled clothes peeked out, her hair was messy, and she wasn't even wearing high heels properly.

She glared at the greasy-haired, burly man with displeasure, then her gaze turned even more hostile when she saw Chen Yue not far away.

"Mr. Jin, really! He's got a new love and he doesn't care about the old one anymore!"

The woman spat and walked away, her high heels wobbling precariously.

"Come in, Mr. Jin is waiting for you." The slick-haired, burly man gestured for you to enter.

Su Hao and Chen Yue entered the office.

The office was luxuriously decorated, exuding an air of nouveau riche.

A middle-aged man in his forties, with a bloated belly and a slightly balding head, was sitting in the boss's chair, slowly buttoning his shirt, clearly having not had time to straighten his clothes earlier.

This person is none other than Jin Baosan, the owner of Sanbao Company.

The moment he saw Chen Yue, a greasy smile immediately spread across his face: "Little Yue, long time no see, you've become more and more beautiful."

Chen Yue forced a smile: "President Jin, I'm here today on behalf of the Li Group to discuss the ten million yuan payment your company owes you."

Jin Baosan seemed not to have heard her request at all, his gaze still fixed on her: "Oh dear, if you had told me you were coming earlier, I would have had some good tea prepared. Come, come, sit down and let's talk."

He completely ignored Su Hao standing behind Chen Yue, as if the other party was just an insignificant wisp of air.

Chen Yue did not sit down, but continued seriously, "President Jin, the Li Group is currently experiencing some cash flow difficulties. We hope you can understand and settle the outstanding payments."

Jin Baosan leaned back in his chair, slowly lit a cigar, and exhaled a ring of white smoke: "Xiaoyue, you know I'm a very considerate person. If only this kid had come today, I would have had him thrown out long ago, but since you're here, I can't refuse you this favor."

He pulled a checkbook from the drawer and placed it on the table, then picked up a pen, pretending to be preparing to fill it out.

Chen Yue was delighted and stepped forward to hand over the pen.

The moment Jin Baosan took the pen, his hand naturally reached out and touched the back of her hand.

Chen Yue recoiled as if she had been burned, abruptly pulling her hand back.

"Mr. Jin, please have some self-respect."

Jin Baosan's face darkened.

He threw the pen on the table, leaned back in his chair, and feigned displeasure: "Xiaoyue, this is no fun."

"If I were to have any self-respect, your Li Group would probably never get that ten million back, not even in your next life."

As he spoke, he pushed the checkbook aside, crossed his legs, and said, "How about this, I won't make things difficult for you. Come out with me tonight for dinner and karaoke. If you have a good time, I'll sign the check for you right here and now."

Chen Yue's face paled: "President Jin, I have to work overtime tonight, it's inconvenient..."

"Overtime?" Jin Baosan's smile vanished instantly, and he slammed his hand on the table, causing the checkbook to fall to the ground.

"I think you're asking for trouble!"

He stood up, walked around the desk to Chen Yue, and looked down at her condescendingly: "Chen Yue, I gave you chances before, but you didn't cherish them. Now you've come to me willingly, and you're still putting on airs?"

Seeing Chen Yue trembling, Jin Baosan changed his tone and became coaxing again: "Think about it, as long as you spend the night with me, I'll settle the ten million immediately. Not only that, I'll also place additional orders, and all the sales revenue will be credited to you. How much do you earn in a month at the Li Group? Enough to buy a few bags?"

Chen Yue took a step back, her voice trembling but firm: "President Jin, although I am just an ordinary employee, I also have professional dignity. Please respect me."

"Professional dignity?" Jin Baosan thought he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"What's the value of professional dignity? Believe me, I can make it impossible for you to work in Nanjing with just one phone call."

He approached Chen Yue step by step, walked to the door, and locked it from the inside.

Chen Yue's heart sank.

I'm giving you one last chance.

Jin Baosan threatened, "Spend the night with me, and everything will be fine; otherwise..."

A lazy voice interrupted him.

"Otherwise, what?"