My boss betrayed me

Chapter 144: Deep Feelings Do Not Mean Emotional

"Deep feelings do not mean emotional."

Nangong Yue said calmly, his eyes as firm as steel, "Yi Chen is not an ordinary person, his expectations of us are at a higher level. If we can do it with a clear conscience, he can close his eyes in peace.

As for organizing and publishing his works, that is a matter of time, and there is no rush. My opinion is, don't tell Mu Chu about this first, and before the overall situation is stable, none of you should go to Longgudui, you have to take care of the living first, and save the green mountains, there is no fear of running out of firewood! "

Her expression was serious, her eyes were calm, and her face was tense, showing her inner determination.

Fang Baiyun nodded.

He was worried that Nangong Yue had different opinions on Li Yichen's funeral and didn't understand why he kept silent. Now it seems that this worry is just overthinking. Nangong Yue didn't lose her mind because of her emotions, and her mind is still clear and wise.

So he said, "Okay, let's talk about one thing now, survival! The Hanzhou project is the top priority, and the start-up capital of 6 million Longteng coins is the key to survival.

Six million Dragon Teng coins, my God, this number is too terrifying, like an insurmountable Mount Everest pressing on our heads!" He said with a look of horror on his face, his mouth wide open, as if he was frightened by this number.

To be honest, Nangong Yue had never seriously thought about this problem before, nor did she have the free time to think about it. Only now that she had calmed down did she deeply feel the seriousness of the situation, as if an invisible big hand was tightly strangling her throat, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She thought for a while and said tentatively: “Among Mu Chu’s friends, I’m afraid only Leng Ruohan has the ability to afford such a large sum of money, and Mu Chu still has a little credibility in front of him.

If Mu Chu comes forward to look for Leng Ruohan, I think there is still a little hope. Let's try it out!" Her expression was full of anticipation, and her eyes flashed with a hint of eagerness.

"I knew you would mention Leng Ruohan."

Fang Baiyun shook his head and rejected the proposal without hesitation. He looked serious and explained in a serious tone, "There is a matter of principle here. You must listen carefully. Mu Chu must obtain the ownership of the leather factory before he can contact Leng Ruohan.

Leng Ruohan's funds must be spent reasonably and legally. He is supervised by the Township Enterprise Bureau and restricted by other shareholders. He personally has no right to lend such a huge sum of 6 million Longteng coins to others in an unclear manner. Even if he wants to do so, he can't do it.

If Mu Chu lets Leng Ruohan's funds intervene without obtaining the property rights, and then sells the property rights to Leng Ruohan, this might be considered fraud. That would be digging a hole for ourselves, wouldn't it? We can't do such a stupid thing!"

His expression was very serious, his tone was solemn, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked very serious.

"Then can we fleece Xu Dahai again?"

Nangong Yue asked unwillingly.

"No."

Fang Baiyun denied it again, his tone as firm as steel, his expression solemn, "Xu Dahai can't come up with 6 million yuan personally, and Feiyue Group has no legitimate reason to invest. If things go wrong, even the bidding for the manuscript will be suspected.

Once the judicial department's attention is drawn, the consequences will be disastrous. We can't let this happen! So we can't touch this nerve. From Mu Chu's character, Xu Dahai has already helped. It would be too unkind to trouble him again. Mu Chu will definitely not agree. We can't be so uncivilized!"

His expression was resolute, his attitude was tough, his face was ashen, and his eyes showed unquestionable determination.

Nangong Yue was silent for a long time, as if time had stood still, and then she slowly asked, "So, Mu Chu is hopeless?" Her face was full of despair and helplessness, her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

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In a dark and damp little house, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was depressing.

"It's too early to draw such a conclusion!"

Fang Baiyun's brows were twisted like a knotted rope, with a bitter face, frowning, and the wrinkles on his forehead could kill a fly. He shouted loudly, "Dear, the reason I came to discuss this with you is because my heart is like being tangled up in countless messes.

I was almost suffocated by the dilemma. I had no idea what the consequences of my suggestion might be. I had no guts or courage to take responsibility. It was like walking on a hair-thin tightrope on a cliff.

Even the slightest breeze could cause me to fall into an abyss from which there is no return, and be smashed to pieces!"

Nangong Yue's eyes were as firm as steel, his teeth were clenched so tightly that they made a clattering sound, his expression was as serious as a sculpture, and he roared in a resolute tone: "I was the one who stabbed Lou Zi, so of course I have to shoulder the responsibility. If anyone wants to jump off the building, Mu Chu and I will jump together, and no one can get away with it.

Right now we are trapped in this dead end with no way out. There is no way up to heaven and no way down to earth. Even if there is only a tiny bit of hope as slim as a firefly, we have to fight to the death like grabbing the last straw to save our lives.

If you have any suggestions, just tell me directly, don't hide them, Ole Gei!"

Outside the window, the wind was howling, making the windows creak.

For Fang Baiyun, since he has already taken this step, wanting to turn back is nothing but a foolish dream.

But he just couldn't bear to throw this hot potato-like mess directly to Xia Muchu.

At least Xia Muchu had to understand that he was risking his life to turn the situation around, just like a headless fly in an inky black, bottomless abyss, desperately groping for a ray of light that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

He went on to say: "Banks are not the only way to get loans, and financial guarantees are not the only way to get loans.

In this treacherous and ever-changing business world, risks are like ghosts that appear and disappear at random, always staring at you in the dark. No matter whether you are a good person or a bad person, you have to follow this iron rule obediently and honestly.

As a general rule, the greater the risk, the higher the return.

So when it comes to loans, there have been private loan methods that go beyond legal rules since ancient times, which is what people often call usury. This circle has its own unique rules of the game, and the cruelty is simply horrifying.

Because sometimes the law is like a paper tiger that looks majestic but is actually vulnerable. It is often difficult to effectively protect the rights and interests of lenders, just like a fragile shield that is completely unable to withstand a sharp and unstoppable spear, and it will fall apart and collapse at the touch of a spear. "

"usury?"

Nangong Yue whispered to herself, and a sinister and terrifying thought instantly flashed through her mind, as if a dark, heavy cloud that was so thick that it made her breathless came rushing over like a mountain pressing down on her head.

Her face turned pale instantly, and her lips trembled slightly. In her childhood memories, this word was often closely associated with the old society and the vicious and heinous landlords and bullies in the movies.

Nowadays, usury is almost synonymous with the underworld. It is a super minefield that people dare not touch and can cause an earth-shaking explosion at any time.

"Borrowing money from the Chinese community in Rome?"

Nangong Yue's face was full of suspicion and anxiety, his voice was trembling, and he asked with horror on his face.

At this time, it was raining outside, and the raindrops were hitting the windows.

"Then you are only one step away from death. It's a dead end!"

Fang Baiyun shook his head desperately, his face as serious as Bao Gong, his voice as stern as he said with eyes wide open, "You must remember this, if you are betrayed in Rome, the person who betrays you must be the Longteng people around you.

Furthermore, none of them has the ability to turn the tide and come up with six million Dragon Teng coins at once. Even if he really has the compassionate heart of a bodhisattva and wants to help you, it is like an ant trying to shake a tree. It is beyond his ability and is purely a waste of effort. It will be a waste of effort and in vain! "