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I stood in front of the hotel’s massive floor-to-ceiling window, the flames of revenge in my eyes flickering like the chaotic neon lights outside, refusing to be suppressed.
Suddenly, my phone screen lit up; that guy Li Qiushui had sent another message.
"President Ding, tomorrow at nine in the morning, Zhang Jin has arranged a meeting with people from Huaxia Consortium. He says he wants to discuss a big deal."
I gently touched my earrings, the cold metal against my skin helped calm my mind, which felt ready to explode. A cruel smile crept onto my lips.
The next day, I arrived at the conference room half an hour early, eager to see what tricks Zhang Jin was up to.
Before long, Zhang Jin walked in wearing a tailored suit, striding with an air of arrogance. The words floating above his head were crystal clear:
"This time, I must make Huaxia Consortium side with me and completely kick that bitch Ding Xue'er out."
"President Ding, what a coincidence," he said with an insincere smile plastered across his face, though it never reached his shifty eyes.
I nodded slightly, but my gaze was fixed on the ever-refreshing words above his head:
"Use that fake report later to embarrass Ding Xue'er in front of Huaxia Consortium. Let’s see how she can continue in this circle after that!"
As soon as the negotiation began, Zhang Jin was like a man possessed, speaking incessantly and showcasing beautifully crafted data reports.
Watching the self-satisfied words above his head, I couldn’t help but sneer internally:
"All those figures are fake. Zhang Jin, oh Zhang Jin, you truly are laughable—just a clown."
"President Zhang's report is truly impressive, seamless in every way."
I suddenly spoke up, my voice not loud, but in the quiet conference room, it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.
"However, I have a more interesting report here. I wonder if anyone is interested in taking a look?"
Li Qiushui understood immediately and quickly distributed the documents he had prepared to everyone in the room.
Zhang Jin's expression turned frantic as the Bullet Screen above his head flickered wildly.
"How is this possible? How did Ding Xue'er get this report? This is our internal data!"
"This report shows that your company's revenue data from last year was falsified by as much as 40%. President Zhang, are we all going to jail together?"
My voice remained cold and clear, each word like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Zhang Jin's heart.
The conference room erupted in chaos; everyone was stunned by this sudden document. It was like a bombshell.
Zhang Jin's face turned pale, as if he had just lost his parents, while the Bullet Screen above him flashed frantically.
"Damn it! Where did Ding Xue'er get these figures? We're completely finished!"
The representative from Huaxia Consortium looked grim enough to drip water:
"President Zhang, what on earth is going on? You must give us a reasonable explanation!"
Zhang Jin hurriedly tried to explain, but the more he spoke, the more confused he became. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, making him look utterly disheveled.
I looked at him in his pitiful state, feeling not a shred of sympathy, only the sweet satisfaction of revenge. You betrayed me first!
This farcical negotiation ended with Zhang Jin's complete failure, truly deserving of his fate for shooting himself in the foot.
In the corridor, Zhang Jin blocked my path with a sinister expression.
"Ding Xue'er, what underhanded tricks did you use?"
I gazed at him coldly, my eyes filled with disdain and contempt.
"This is just the beginning; we have a long way to go. Let's wait and see."
The Bullet Screen above his head was filled with anger and resentment.
"Ding Xue'er, that despicable woman! I will make you pay dearly!"
Three days later, I received news that Zhang Jin was secretly acquiring shares of our company, planning to short-sell and bring us down.
A slight smile crept onto my lips; this was the opportunity I had been waiting for. The show was finally about to begin. Zhang Jin, just wait for your turn!
"Li Qiushui, activate Plan B. Let's make this game even more interesting. I want Zhang Jin to lose everything!"
As Zhang Jin thought he had the upper hand and began implementing his short-selling plan, little did he know we had already set a trap for him, waiting for this fool to walk right into it.
In the end, instead of falling, the stock price rose. Zhang Jin lost a fortune—he tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing rice. It was truly satisfying.
At the charity gala a week later, I finally encountered Wei Zheng, that old fox.
He walked towards me, holding a glass of champagne and pretending to be elegant.
"Xue'er, you've been quite the sensation lately; it's truly impressive."
I glanced at the sinister and sharp Bullet Screen hovering above his head.
"We must eliminate Ding Xue'er quickly; otherwise, our entire plan will fall apart. This is no joke."
"President Wei, you're too kind. You're the evergreen tree of the business world."
I raised my glass and lightly clinked it against his, producing a crisp sound.
"I wonder what insights President Wei has for tomorrow's shareholders' meeting?"
His pupils slightly constricted, and a hint of panic flickered in the Bullet Screen above him.
"Ding Xue'er, that little vixen, what does she know? Has our plan been exposed?"
I gently swirled my glass, the bright red liquid swaying alluringly within, mirroring the tumultuous emotions stirring inside me, as a cold glint flashed in my eyes.
Tomorrow's shareholders' meeting is the real battlefield; let's see who emerges victorious!
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