After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 307 Newcomer Training

I forced myself to suppress my unease and prepared to leave when my grandmother suddenly called out to me.

"Yesterday, you sneaked out, but Jiang Yichen found out. What, you're trying to sneak out again today?!"

Grandma brought in the washed fruit and put it on my bedside table.

"Grandma, you already know?"

I asked my grandmother anxiously, terrified that she would find out, since this incident had directly implicated the Jiang family. Thinking of this, I dared not look my grandmother in the eye.

"It's nothing, what's the big deal? Back in the day, I've suffered all sorts of setbacks."

“Momo…”

Grandma's earnest encouragement filled me with fighting spirit, and besides, Jiang Yichen was there for me too.

"Sister Gu, the new employee training here is almost over today, and they've already done independent trial broadcasts."

Lin Xiaoxia brought good news over the phone.

I'm very happy. With the advice my grandma just gave me, I'm going to do a live stream from home and have a good chat with Zhou Yang.

"Okay then, you don't need to touch the people at the company. Instead, have Xu Sisi and Xiaotiantian take turns coming to my house to help me with the live stream. After all, we need to make good use of the advantages of live streaming as soon as possible."

"Okay, Sister Mo."

Grandma listened with great satisfaction. I wanted to finish this matter quickly while Jiang's father and aunt were not home.

Just then, another text message arrived on my phone.

I quickly skimmed through it; it meticulously recorded Zhou Yang's recent every move, the text densely packed, like ants crawling on the paper. It included how he bribed reporters, clearly listing their names and the amounts involved; his methods of maliciously manipulating public opinion; and even irrefutable evidence of his alleged financial fraud.

Jiang Yichen sent another message: "The evidence is all ready."

I remained silent for a long time, and a wave of bitterness welled up in my heart.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yang sat in his spacious, luxurious office, the leather chair slightly dented under his weight. His eyes were glued to the stock price chart on his computer screen, a smug smile on his face, like a cat that had just stolen some cream. Jiang Group's stock price had plummeted by 15%, and public opinion was overwhelmingly critical of Jiang Yichen. Online comments surged like a tidal wave, with many strongly calling for a thorough investigation into Jiang Group's finances.

"Jiang Yichen, let's see how you turn things around this time." He muttered to himself, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, like a vicious wolf lurking in the darkness.

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open and slammed against the wall with a bang, startling Zhou Yang. The secretary rushed in in a panic, staggering and almost falling, her face full of terror.

"Mr. Zhou, something terrible has happened! Several authoritative media outlets have just exposed our company's financial problems, and now our company's stock price has started to plummet!" The secretary's voice was trembling and tearful.

Zhou Yang suddenly stood up from the chair, his movement so abrupt that he almost knocked the chair over. His face instantly turned ashen, as if all the blood had been drained from him.

"What? How is this possible!" He rushed to the computer, slamming his hands on the table until his knuckles turned white. He opened the news page, and the headline read: "Zhou Group Suspected of Financial Fraud, Chairman Zhou Yang Under Investigation!"

"This...this is absolutely impossible!" Zhou Yang's fingers trembled uncontrollably, and he was in a state of extreme panic, like a headless fly. He had meticulously planned everything, so how could such a change suddenly occur?

Meanwhile, in his office, Jiang Yichen gently swirled a glass of red wine in his hand. The dark red liquid swirled within the glass, releasing an enticing aroma. His expression was remarkably calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

Lin Nan tiptoed in, her footsteps very light, as if afraid of disturbing him, and said in a low voice, "President Jiang, things are in complete chaos with Zhou Yang. The media and regulatory authorities have their eyes on him."

Jiang Yichen nodded slightly, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his lips, a smile full of disdain for Zhou Yang: "He thinks he can bring me down with such petty tricks? How naive! He's simply overestimating himself."

Lin Nan hesitated for a moment before asking, "What about Gu Mo...?"

Jiang Yichen slowly put down his wine glass, his movements elegant and composed, his eyes softening instantly: "It's alright, I believe he can handle it."

Lin Nan nodded silently, turned around and quietly left the office. Jiang Yichen slowly walked to the window, looked at the dark night in the distance, and muttered to himself, "Zhou Yang, you brought all this on yourself, you can't blame anyone else."

I sat quietly on the sofa in the study, clutching the document tightly in my hand. The paper was soaked with my sweat and slightly wrinkled. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, like countless ants crawling all over me.

I picked up my phone and dialed the unfamiliar number. The dial tone on the other end of the line struck my heart with each beep: "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Blue Mountain Café. I will be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, I took a deep breath, my chest heaving.

The next afternoon, I pretended to tell my grandma that I was going out to get something to eat and clear my head.

But actually, I went to Blue Mountain Café. The moment I pushed open the door, a rich aroma of coffee wafted out. I looked around and quickly spotted the owner of that unfamiliar number—a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses—in a corner booth, fiddling with his phone.

I walked over and sat down opposite him. He looked up, revealing a slightly tired face, his eyes filled with a scrutinizing gaze: "You're Gu Mo?"

I nodded, my tone calm: "Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"

He smiled faintly, took a document out of his bag, and pushed it in front of me: "I'm Zhou Yang's assistant, you can call me Lao Song. I'm here to discuss a collaboration with you."

I glanced down at the document and found it was full of information about Qin Yu, including how he used his family resources to make a comeback, and even some records of his secret transactions with other company executives.

"What do you mean by this?" I looked up and stared at him coldly.

Old Song pushed up his glasses, his tone laced with seduction: "Qin Yu isn't the kind of person you think he is. He's only approaching you to exploit your resources and connections. If you're willing to cooperate with us, we can help you break free from his control."

I stared into his eyes, a cold laugh escaping my lips. Zhou Yang's methods were truly pathetic; he actually tried to use such a divisive tactic against me.

"Why do you think I would believe you?" I asked coldly.