Chapter 220: Chapter 220
The Jin Family announced on Monday, within two hours of the workday, their official contract termination with the Rong Family, accusing them of treachery and immature technology.
The news caused a public uproar.
Investors yelled in outrage as Rong Family’s stock price began to plummet. Within less than half a day, the Rong Family was further exposed for financial fraud, with the financial report for the first half of the year falsely inflating revenue by 18 billion RMB. The Rong Family was immediately warned by the regulatory department.
Rong Xian’an, the head of the Rong Family, immediately responded, claiming it was a data entry error by the finance department.
Not explaining was better; once explained, everyone felt their intelligence was insulted.
When the stock market opened on Tuesday, a massive sell-off of Rong Family’s stock began. Just at the opening, it hit the limit down continuously by two points.
Yet to this day, neither the netizens nor the shareholders saw Rong Zhi, the other person involved, step forward other than Rong Xian’an.
During lunch break, an anonymous person revealed that Rong Zhi went to participate in a provincial mathematical Olympic Competition on Monday morning, along with a few somewhat blurry photos.
Although the images weren’t clear, the boy’s outstanding and striking appearance was undeniable, and netizens immediately recalled how she had beaten her sister into the hospital, yet casually went to take an exam, showing such cold-bloodedness it made others shudder.
Rong Zhi got off work from the Mechanical Engineering Institute, planning to go to the Huajing Group to pick up some materials. Upon reaching the building, she found a throng of people crowded in front of the usually spacious and bright main entrance.
Glancing sideways through the car window, she saw those people holding up pure white banners, with large red paint resembling blood written on them—
[Rong Zhi, Give Me Back My Hard-Earned Money! Rong Zhi, Die a Horrible Death!]
Their vigor was intense, resembling debt collectors coming to demand money.
The security captain was organizing the security guards to drive these people away, but since they were all members of the public, the guards didn’t dare to be too harsh; many people had bruises on their bodies and faces.
Initially intending to enter the underground parking garage, seeing this scene, she cut the engine and got out of the car.
The commotion-ridden crowd occasionally glanced over, noticing the familiar car directing their fingers toward it, shouting loudly, "It’s Rong Zhi’s car! Rong Zhi is back!"
The SUV door opened, and a long leg wrapped in pencil pants stepped out, the Martin boots silently touching the ground.
The security captain’s expression immediately tightened, hastily signaling the guards to encircle the youth protectively.
The youth dressed in a simple smog-blue sweatshirt, overlaid with a pure white cotton jacket with the zipper open, turned around, her clothing edge drawing a sharp arc in the wind, politely declined the security captain’s request and stepped forward.
Someone shouted in the crowd; they instantly snapped out of their daze, attempting to break through the encirclement, they seemed prepared, cameras and phones almost in their face.
A woman, hair disheveled like a lunatic, threw a sharp object at Rong Zhi, crying and shouting, "You bitch, give me back my hard-earned money and my husband!!"
The security captain’s voice tightened, "Manager Rong!"
At the crucial moment, the youth seemed to have eyes at the back of her head. As the sharp object was about two centimeters from piercing into her head, she slightly tilted her head and caught the flying sharp object with an uplifted hand.
Turning sideways, she slowly lifted her gaze; her fox eyes were enveloped in a thin mist, indifferent and emotionless, set off by the sharp object in her fingers that refracted a chilling light, so cold it made people reflexively step back.
The woman who had thrown the object broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
Rong Zhi casually twirled the sharp object, then slightly twitched her lips, threw it toward the woman’s eyes—
The woman screamed hysterically, crouched down, and trembled all over in fear.
In that moment, she felt she was targeted by the Grim Reaper.
Rong Zhi handed the sharp object to the security captain beside her, spoke lightly, "Call the police."
The surrounding was quiet, the youth’s voice carried a slight mocking tone.
The woman crouching didn’t feel the pain, suddenly realizing it, pointed at Rong Zhi with a hysterical and reckless demeanor, "Fine! Call the police, let the police take this heartless scumbag who destroys families away!"
Rong Zhi looked at her expressionlessly, noticing her instinctive eye-dodging, raised an eyebrow, casually waved a hand, "When the police arrive, make sure to show them the surveillance footage."
The security captain nodded, "Ok, Manager Rong."
"Mm," Rong Zhi walked towards the Huajing entrance, speaking slowly, "By the way, let them check the bank accounts of these people, especially, the recent large transactions."
The expressions of the surrounding crowd changed one by one.
Rong Zhi raised her head slightly, slanted her gaze at them, lips curled slightly, cold and mocking.
Someone was targeting the Rong Family, with increasing negative public opinion about them, but this time the online trend seemed to have changed; no one mentioned Rong Zhi anymore, rather focusing on the Rong Family’s finance and planning departments.
Mismatched accounts, lack of management, various reasons.
The Rong Family, standing firm in Beijing for so many years with a good hand, was beaten to a pulp due to internal family chaos.
At the same time, a prominent Weibo marketing account suddenly posted an update, a simple few words accompanied by a video, tagged the Rong Family.
Gossip enthusiasts rushed in.
——[I can’t believe the patriarchal phenomenon still exists in today’s society, letting an older brother harm his sister who just returned home. As parents, where is your conscience?]
Although the video was blurred, netizens recognized the Huajing Group in the background, from the woman throwing things, to the youth calling the police, to the police station where the woman confessed everything out of fear of jail, all showing the darkness of one person’s heart.
Netizens were dumbfounded after watching, taking quite a while to comment.
"This... I thought life in a wealthy family was tough, but I didn’t expect it to be this difficult. To lay a hand on your own sister, is this still human?!"
"I suspect the earlier negative information was also leaked by this ’brother,’ sacrificing family for personal greed, truly discarding humanity."
"The sister isn’t much better, beating the sister into the hospital, tch tch, a family of ruthless people."
Rong Zhi took the iPad handed over by Qi Ruwen, swiping through the mixed comments below the marketing account, tapping the screen lightly, pondering, and then sent a message on the phone to someone.
The next second, a call came in.
"Has it all been seen?" The man’s lazy and casual voice carried a hint of ruthlessness, "Don’t look at it for now, I’ll have Old Fan delete them all."
Rong Zhi continued swiping through the comments, expressionless, "It’s fine."
Having fallen to low points and risen to highs, accepting the good with the bad, accustomed to it.
The office was quiet, Qi Ruwen eagerly glanced at the person in front of him, rubbing his hands with curiosity.
A faint door-pushing sound was heard.
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"There’s nothing fine about it," he walked to the youth, pinched the corner of the iPad, looking down, his peach blossom eyes meeting those pretty fox-shaped eyes, chuckled softly, "Can’t let dirty things defile the cub’s eyes."
Almost the instant his words fell.
The continuously updating comments on the screen suddenly disappeared.