My stepmother forced me to donate bone marrow, so I retaliated by slapping my scumbag father in the

Faced with a pile of documents, Yu Yehua remained silent for a long while.

He is not a money-oriented person.

But for a young man to acquire these assets in such a short time and to push Jianjun Group to this point is definitely not just luck.

That evening, Yu Binglan was somewhat surprised when she received a call from her father: "Dad, you're in Shanghai?"

Yu Yehua sat on the sofa and said with a smile, "What, can't I come to see you?"

Yu Binglan softened her tone: "That's not what I meant."

"You're always so busy with work. If I, as your father, don't come soon, will you even think of coming back to Longdu for a whole year?"

Yu Binglan was a little embarrassed: "I've been quite busy lately."

Hearing his daughter's voice soften considerably, Yu Yehua felt even more certain.

In the past, when Yu Binglan spoke to him, although she was respectful, she always kept a distance.

But today was different; she was clearly in a good mood.

Yu Yehua casually remarked, "I went to Ziyuan to look at apartments today and met a very interesting young man."

Yu Binglan's fingers, holding the phone, paused slightly: "A young person?"

"Yes, in his early twenties, surnamed Shen."

Yu Binglan's ears suddenly felt hot.

Yu Yehua heard a brief silence on the other end of the phone and couldn't help but laugh: "He bought the Bund Impression in full for 1.08 billion."

"He also drives a one-of-a-kind, custom-made Rolls-Royce worth around 80 million."

"This young man is no ordinary person."

Yu Binglan lowered her head, unable to suppress the corners of her mouth. Of course, she knew who her father was talking about.

She knew better than anyone how capable her brother Shen Ze was.

Hearing her father praise him like that still made her feel incredibly sweet inside.

Yu Yehua continued, "What's rare is that he doesn't have the slightest bit of impetuosity."

"I've seen too many young people who, once they have a little money, act like they're on top of the world."

"This Shen Ze is different; he has ability, charisma, and composure."

"To have achieved this much at such a young age, his future is limitless."

Yu Binglan gave a soft "hmm".

Yu Yehua deliberately asked, "Do you know him?"

Yu Binglan's face flushed even more, and she immediately changed the subject: "Dad, didn't you say you were going to look at houses? How did it go?"

Yu Yehua smiled; his daughter's reaction made the answer quite clear: "We didn't manage to buy it."

Why?

"The best set was bought by Shen Ze, whom you know."

Yu Binglan sensed the teasing in her father's tone and quickly said, "Dad, you've just arrived in Shanghai, how about we have dinner together tomorrow?"

Yu Yehua didn't expose her: "Okay, you arrange it."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Binglan sat in her office, her heart still racing.

She had originally been thinking about when to formally introduce Shen Ze to her father.

Unexpectedly, his father had already met him, and his first impression seemed to be very good.

On the other hand, life is becoming increasingly difficult for Jianjun Group.

After the 300 million yuan that Sun Mei borrowed from the Sun family in Longdu arrived in her account, she originally thought she could finally catch her breath.

But as soon as the money entered the account, it was like a cup of water poured into dry, cracked sand—it was gone in the blink of an eye.

Suppliers are pressing for payment, banks are tightening credit lines, and several project owners are demanding additional security deposits.

The stock price continued to fall, and market confidence collapsed completely.

The vice president would bring a stack of documents into Shen Jianjun's office every day, his face growing increasingly grim.

"Mr. Shen, the payment for materials for the Chengnan project can't be delayed any longer."

"The construction team for the western suburbs project has stopped work."

"Two other partners are demanding early settlement, or they will send a lawyer's letter."

"We currently have less than 100 million in readily available cash on hand."

Shen Jianjun sat in the chair, his eyes bloodshot.

In just a few days, he looked ten years older.

The once spirited chairman of Jianjun Group now speaks in a hoarse voice.

"Has the auction announcement for the land on Qingnian Road been released?"

The vice president nodded: "It's already been sent out. There aren't many people who signed up, but a few have said they'll come and take a look."

Shen Jianjun closed his eyes briefly: "The auction will proceed as scheduled."

The vice president hesitated, then said, "President Shen, are you really not going to wait any longer for that piece of land?"

"wait?"

Shen Jianjun gave a wry smile, "Can I afford to wait any longer?"

Of course he couldn't bear to part with it; it was land he had acquired for a billion dollars back then.

No matter how much people laugh at him over the years, he has never sold his shares. He always felt that there would be an opportunity for Youth Road sooner or later.

But now, the group's cash flow is almost cut off.

Multiple projects were forced to halt, and the losses increased with each day of suspension.

If he doesn't sell Qingnian Road, Jianjun Group won't even survive this month.

Shen Jianjun gritted his teeth: "That piece of land is in a mediocre location, with poor surrounding amenities and high development costs."

"If it can sell for 500 million, that would be considered lucky."

"Get the money first to save my life."

When he said this, he had no idea that two subway lines would be connected to the Qingnian Road area five days later.

Little did he know that this piece of land, which he had discarded as a worthless asset, would soon see its value increase more than tenfold.

After leaving the office, Shen Jianjun did not go home.

He sat in the car, scrolling through his contacts for a long time, and finally dialed a number he hadn't contacted in a long time.

"Shen Ming, are you free tonight?"

A middle-aged man's voice quickly came from the other end of the phone: "Jianjun? You're calling me at this hour, it doesn't seem like you're just looking for a meal."

Shen Jianjun smiled wryly: "I do need your help."

Two hours later, Shen Jianjun appeared in Shen Ming's private tea room.

Shen Ming was an old friend he met when he started his business in his early years. They both had the surname Shen, but they were not related by blood.

Back when Shen Jianjun hadn't yet made his fortune, Shen Ming had helped him a few times.

Later, Shen Jianjun expanded his business by leveraging the resources of the Sun family, and the two sides had less contact, but their friendship remained.

In the tea room, Shen Ming looked at Shen Jianjun's haggard appearance and sighed, "This time, you've really hit a wall."

Shen Jianjun, holding his teacup, said with a slight tremor in his hand, "Shen Ming, I'm not going to beat around the bush with you now."

"I need 200 million in cash to keep things running."

Shen Ming didn't speak immediately; two hundred million was no small sum.

Even if he is wealthy, he wouldn't just take it out casually.

Shen Jianjun said in a low voice, "At most one month, I'll pay you at the highest interest rate."

Shen Ming looked at him and said, "What you're lacking is probably more than two hundred million."

Shen Jianjun's face stiffened.

Shen Ming continued, "Everyone in the industry knows about Jianjun Group now."

"The multi-billion dollar cooperation is gone, Shen Cong has lost another 1.3 billion, and Sun Mei only managed to borrow 300 million from the Sun family."

"Your hole can't be filled with two hundred million."

Shen Jianjun gripped his teacup tightly: "I know."

"But every extra breath we can have is a breath more."

Shen Ming was silent for a moment, then finally took out his phone: "Two hundred million, I can lend it to you."

Shen Jianjun looked up abruptly: "Really?"

"We've known each other for so many years, we still have that much affection for each other."

After arranging the transfer, Shen Ming looked at him again, his tone becoming more serious: "But Jianjun, there are some things I need to say."

"you say."

"Shen Cong's son is more than just unruly."

Shen Ming frowned. "1.3 billion, he just moves it like that, which shows he has no sense of awe whatsoever."

"If this kind of person continues to be in power, Jianjun Group will run into trouble sooner or later."

Shen Jianjun's face was grim: "He really made a mistake this time."