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  The next day, Zheng Shuai returned home to visit his parents, while Lin Qiang tidied up his clothes and put on a deep blue tie symbolizing victory, arriving punctually at the old battlefield - Financial Street.

  Here, the masterpieces of world-class designers stand tall, with the headquarters of dozens of giant companies just a few dozen meters apart. Lin felt that every step he took was like walking on gold, but also like walking on corpses. There are crowds comparable to Tokyo, and capital flows rivaling Manhattan, where dreams gather and greed converges.

  Lin Qiang adjusted his tie and stepped into the Witting Continental Hotel at 10:55 sharp.

  To his surprise, the first person he saw after passing through the revolving door was his former superior, Qian Cai, the man who had tried to get him transferred away because of his own insistence on principle.

  The two of them looked at each other, both stunned.

  Qian, nearly fifty years old, was in good shape and looked very spirited. After being stunned for a few seconds, he smiled and said: "Little Lin, what's up? Come and revisit the place where we used to entertain clients?"

  Lin Qiang stared at him, calmly smiling: "I don't dare, I can't afford it."

  "Haha, young man, you still have a chance. " Qiancai stepped forward, his palm lightly patted Lin Qiang's shoulder, and he smiled triumphantly.

  Lin Qiang dodged just in time, barely avoiding Qian Cai's palm.

  Qian just snapped his fingers and didn't feel embarrassed at all, continuing to laugh: "The Italian dishes here are indeed irresistible. Next time I have the chance, I can think of a way to invite you to come and try one for free. After all, we're colleagues."

  At this moment, several men in Western suits and leather shoes also followed up. One of them spoke up: "Qian Hang, the public dining hall for lunch today is gone, let's find a place to eat?"

  "Just eat simply and be frugal, be frugal." Qiancai smiled back at him.

  The men behind walked up and saw that Qian Cai had no intention of going out, only then did they notice Lin Qiang.

  "Who is this?"

  "Don't you know him? He's very famous." Qian Cai introduced, "Lin Qiang, the elite of my former Financial Street branch."

  "Oh! Oh!"

  The expressions of several men changed in an instant, some clapped their heads, some shook hands, some smiled ambiguously, and one let out a sigh.

  Seeing these people who are carefree, gloating or sympathizing with the victims, a surge of emotions - sadness, anger, indignation and restlessness - all came flooding up at once. Despite knowing that the person in front of him might be a higher-level leader or a rising middle manager, he couldn't suppress his emotions.

  What qualifications do these people who only know how to fawn and flatter have to mock themselves?!

  "I remember your kindness." Lin Qiang's face was hard, his mouth slightly raised, and he said to Zhong Cai in a very low voice, "I will repay you double."

  "What's the return?" Qian shrugged his shoulders, "Is it the meal money?"

  The people behind felt the atmosphere was stifling, and they thought Lin Qiang indeed "lived up to his reputation", being rude regardless of the situation or occasion. In their minds, such a person deserved to be transferred away.

  Just as the situation was at a stalemate, a gentle voice drifted in.

  "Kobayashi, you've been waiting for a long time, right?" Xia Xian pushed away the people around her and smiled at Lin Qiang.

  "It won't be long, I'll be right there." Lin Qiang's anger seemed to have been calmed down instantly, and he took a deep breath.

  Qian Cai's face suddenly turned ugly: "Director Xia, did you invite him?"

  "What's wrong? Can't do it?" Xia Xian glanced at Qian Cai, "I want to buy a financial product for my daughter, I heard that Lin Qiang is the best in this field, so I came to find him, what's wrong?"

  "No, no... You're right..." Qian Cai immediately softened and smiled apologetically, turning to Lin Qiang and saying, "You'd better help Director Xia strategize."

  "Alright, you're no longer his superior." Xia Xian smiled with a tilted face, "Director Zhang, there's no need for you to bother with this matter."

  She then took Lin Qiang's hand and walked into the hotel, ignoring everyone else.

  Qian Cai's face sank, staring at the two people's backs, muttering: "They... when did they get together..."

  But soon he shook his head: "It doesn't matter, it must be a normal relationship, otherwise Lin Qiang wouldn't have been transferred so easily."

  Lin Qiang, Lin Qiang, you are ultimately a loser who has been relegated. Your career is over.

  Now that he had figured it out, Qian Cai no longer kept this matter in mind and went to find a restaurant with others.

  In the hall, Xia Xian's expression also recovered from a hypocritical smile: "I was afraid you would meet, and it turned out that you really met. You are still like this, do you know how powerful money is now? The people next to him are all well-known in the industry."

  Lin Qiang chuckled: "No matter how famous they are, they can't compare with you, Xia Jie."

  Xia Xian heard this and also burst out laughing: "Look at you, stubborn as ever, and now you're even showing off your little cleverness."

  These words were very pleasing to Xia Xing, those people, after all, are sycophants, in United Bank, how many people can live as freely as she does?

  Soon, the two walked into the coffee shop, Xia Xing instructed: "It's not convenient for my husband to meet you after all, so let me take you to the private room."

  "En, Xiaojie can rest assured, I won't mention today's matter to outsiders either before or after."

  Xia Xian nodded, after all, her husband's identity was very sensitive. If people knew that he had met with a low-ranking manager in private, it would be hard to avoid gossip.

  In the dimly lit private room, a man wearing silver-framed glasses and looking slightly tired was flipping through documents in his hand. Seeing someone push open the door and enter, he politely stood up and smiled: "Lin Qiang, right? My wife has told me about you."

  "Director Ling." Lin Qiang also nodded politely and shook hands before closing the door of the private room, taking their seats across from Xia Xing.

  Without any unnecessary pleasantries, Lin Qiang spoke directly: "This matter concerns the young lady. Due to its urgency, I've asked you two to meet with me."

  "What's going on, anyway? Why must it be said in person?"

  Lin Qiang took a deep breath, pulled out his mobile phone, opened a photo, and slowly pushed the phone towards Ling Chen and his wife.

  "This... is Ling Lele."

  The two furrowed their brows and stared intently at the photo with narrowed eyes.

  "This...?" Ling Chen's eyebrows twitched in the early morning hours, "What kind of place is this? Why is she lying down like that?"

  In the photo, Ling Lele is lying on the sofa in a drunken state, with a red face.

  "It's her... it's her..." Xia Xian slowly picked up the phone, her hands trembling. "What's going on? Did she go to a party with her classmates? How did she drink so much?"

  "Where did this photo come from?" Ling Chen stared at Lin Qiang, asking blankly, and when it came to his daughter's affairs, although he held a high position, he was still the same as every ordinary father.

  "In short, it's clear after watching the video." Lin Qiang took back his phone and reopened the video of his conversation with Fang Qing.

  For a few minutes, the only sound in the private room was Lin Qiang's threats and Fang Qing's excuses. The Ling couple were completely stunned, they couldn't believe that their own daughter would do such a thing?