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Tianshui City, InterContinental Hotel, penthouse VIP suite.

The heavy blackout curtains were pulled open a crack, letting in the blinding early autumn sunlight. Duan Xue, wearing a silk slip dress, lazily sat up from the messy bed. Looking at the empty pillow beside her, a smug, cold smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

Old Zhao, that deadbeat, is still in the ICU with tubes in his body, but so what? As long as the buyer in the provincial capital transfers the purchase price of the concrete mixing plant to her overseas account after this morning, she can immediately buy a first-class ticket to fly abroad and live the rest of her life as a glamorous wealthy lady.

As for that good-for-nothing stepson Zhao Bin, let him stay here and pay off Old Zhao's messy debts!

The bathroom door opened, and Ma Bochang walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, holding a mobile phone in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Brother Ma~" Duan Xue immediately put on a charming smile and wrapped herself around him like a water snake. "What did the boss in the provincial capital say? Can we go to court this morning to complete the formalities? As soon as the money arrives, I will give you the brokerage fee I promised you, not a penny less."

Before Ma Bozhang could speak, his phone suddenly rang loudly. The caller ID showed it was the major buyer he had contacted in the provincial capital.

"Hello, Mr. Liu, I was just about to call you..."

"Ma Bozhang! You son of a bitch! Are you tired of living?! How dare you make a fool of me like a monkey?!"

The moment the call connected, a deafening roar erupted from the other end, making Ma Bo's eardrums ache. His expression changed, and he quickly put on a fawning smile: "Mr. Liu, what do you mean by this? Didn't we agree to meet this morning..."

"What a load of rubbish! What do you want me to buy? A shell company burdened with 30 million in bad debt?!" Mr. Liu on the other end of the phone was clearly furious. "Go check the Tianshui City Administration for Industry and Commerce system yourself! Those eight concrete mixing plants and earthmoving trucks under Lao Zhao's name were transferred in full to Jiangyang's Lansheng Capital through the court's green channel last night! The legal entity account that Duan Xue has now is a dead account, subject to enforcement proceedings by five banks!"

"Buzz—"

Ma Bo's mind went blank for a second, his hands and feet turning ice-cold: "What?! It's been transferred to Lansheng Capital? That's impossible! Didn't Zhao Bin just apply for asset preservation yesterday..."

"Preservation my ass! Lansheng just threw in real money as a deposit, and the court lifted the preservation order overnight!" President Liu laughed angrily. "Director Ma, I'm warning you, you can wade into this mess however you want, but don't fucking drag me into it! If that young master Li from Lansheng traces this back to me, I'll have someone skin you alive!"

"Beep beep beep..."

The call was abruptly ended. Ma Bochang stood frozen in place, the phone slipping from his hand and crashing onto the carpet with a "thud."

"Brother Ma... what's wrong? What empty shell? What Lansheng Capital?" Duan Xue hadn't realized the disaster was about to happen, and still oblivious to the danger, she came over and playfully shook Ma Bo's arm.

Ma Bochang slowly turned his head and looked at the heavily made-up woman in front of him. The greed and lust in his eyes had been completely replaced by extreme fear and rage.

Wang Jianhui died at the hands of Lansheng Capital! Ma Bochang had spent the last few days carefully hiding his tracks, afraid of getting into trouble. But this stupid woman, without him even realizing it, reached into the food Li Xiao had his eye on, and even dragged him along to snatch it!

"I'll fucking kill you, you slut! You're going to get me killed!"

Ma Bochang's eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly swung his arm and delivered a powerful slap to Duan Xue's face.

"Snapped!"

Duan Xue screamed, sent flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the bedside table, her forehead instantly bleeding. Clutching her swollen cheek, she stared in terror at Ma Bochang, who looked like a raging beast: "You...you hit me?! What right do you have to hit me! Old Zhao isn't dead yet!"

"Old Zhao? Your deadbeat husband is going to be liquidated by the bank today, and even his ICU bed will be taken by the court to pay off debts!" ​​Ma Bochang rushed forward, grabbed Duan Xue's hair, dragged her off the ground, and roared ferociously, "The concrete mixing plant is gone! The truck fleet is gone! Li Xiao seized everything overnight, and now all you have left is an empty shell with a 30 million yuan debt from loan sharks! You're finished, you're completely finished!"

Duan Xue's pupils dilated instantly, her face filled with disbelief: "No... impossible! That was the last money Old Zhao left me! How dare Li Xiao steal it? I'm going to sue him! I'm going to sue him!"

"Sue? What grounds do you have to sue? They followed a legal and compliant acquisition process, using a transfer agreement personally signed by Zhao Bin!" Ma Bochang threw her to the ground like trash, hurriedly running to the wardrobe to change his clothes, his voice trembling. "From now on, I don't know you, and don't come looking for me. If anyone from Lansheng finds out I was with you yesterday, I'll have someone throw you into a cement mixer in the building materials market!"

When Ma Bo rushed out of the InterContinental Hotel, he hadn't even had time to change out of his bathrobe. His bare feet shone on the marble steps, and the morning breeze gave him goosebumps. The valet had just pulled his Mercedes S-Class to the door when he yanked open the door and jumped in. His fingers were so trembling that he had to press the start button three times before he could get the engine running.

In the rearview mirror, Duan Xue chased after him with disheveled hair, one of her high heels flying off, her silk nightgown billowing in the wind like a tattered flag. But Ma Bochang didn't even turn his head, stepping on the gas and spraying her face with the exhaust fumes of the Mercedes.

He had only one thought in his mind right now—run, run as far as possible, and ideally get out of the province tonight.

In Tianshui's business circles, the name Li Xiao is no longer just a name; it's a weapon. When Wang Jianhui fell victim to this weapon, Li Xiao was still gloating, thinking that Wang had brought this upon himself by messing with the Li family of Jiangyang.

But now that the knife's tip is pressed against his own throat, he realizes how ridiculous his earlier gloating was. What is Ma Bozhang anyway? A small businessman who climbed to where he is today by dealing in building materials and currying favor with his superiors. In front of Wang Jianhui, he doesn't even have the right to wait in line for a toast, and in front of Li Xiao, he doesn't even deserve to have his name remembered.

When I woke up in Duan Xue's bed this morning, I thought I was the winner, embracing someone else's wife and waiting to buy up someone else's assets at rock-bottom prices. But when I woke up, I found out that I was the one who was bought up at rock-bottom prices.