"No, it's not," Jiang Wenbin waved his arms frantically in front of him. "That's for blocking, blocking reporters."
"Do you think I'll believe that?" The man lifted his leg forward, scaring Jiang Wenbin into closing his eyes immediately.
The anticipated pain didn't come. When Jiang Wenbin opened his eyes again, the other's foot had merely landed on the coffee table.
The teapot was kicked over, and the tea spilled onto the coffee table, puddling on the floor. Looking at the smashed teapot, he felt as if he were seeing his own head. A chill ran down his spine. He turned his head and found a circle of burly men in black standing beside him.
His upper teeth chattering against his lower ones, Jiang Wenbin slumped to the ground. "R-really. Don't worry, I'll pay you back as soon as possible."
"Pay back?" The man grinned at his companion. "Did you hear that? He said pay back?"
The others around him erupted in laughter, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
"One hundred million, how many days do you plan to take to pay me back?" The man leaned forward, hands on his knees, and asked sinisterly.
One hundred million?
Jiang Wenbin's eyes widened. He tried his best to refute, "Wasn't it fifty million? When did it become one hundred million?"
As soon as he spoke, a paper filled with black characters was thrown in front of him.
It was clearly written that the interest rate was a hundred times higher than the bank's. In less than a month, it had doubled.
His gaze fell on the last line of small print. Jiang Wenbin finally noticed that if he was one day late, the interest would triple or even quadruple.
Then, if he couldn't pay back one hundred million next week, it would become two hundred million...
Jiang Wenbin glared at the man, protesting indignantly, "This is a predatory contract, this is unreasonable!"
The man pulled a dagger from his pocket, opened the sheath, and the gleaming handle shone in the air. He stroked it carefully with his finger, then looked up and said, "This knife looks sharp, but it should hurt quite a bit if it actually cuts."
Jiang Wenbin clenched his hands, involuntarily shrinking back.
Seeing that he had the courage but not the guts, the man placed the knife on the coffee table and stood up from the sofa. "If you can't pay the money back in three days, your hands will be forfeit."
With that, they left with an imposing air.
Jiang Wenbin slumped on the ground, staring at the gleaming knife, large beads of sweat dripping down.
"Mr. Jiang." His female secretary walked over. "The reporters are still downstairs."
News about the Jiang Corporation was everywhere online. Even the loan sharks who had just left had been photographed by reporters and posted on the internet.
Initially, people had doubted the credibility of the reports, but now that the evidence was laid bare, no one doubted them anymore.
Seeing that the Jiang Corporation, though outwardly impressive, was in chaos internally, companies that were cooperating or about to cooperate all rushed to the Jiang Corporation to terminate their partnerships.
One problem hadn't been resolved before another arose.
Helpless, Jiang Wenbin looked at the people who were like walking bombs. His head spun, his vision darkened, and he fainted.
Jiang Wenbin was taken to the hospital by ambulance.
Xu Jingya, who had been crying at the Jiang residence, received a call from the female secretary. She rushed to the hospital while anxiously contacting Jiang Feifei.
Jiang Feifei, whom she couldn't reach, was at Di Jue Group.
The President's Office.
Jiang Feifei sat on the chair nervously, her body tense as she stared at Di Mingjue, who was processing documents.
The door was pushed open, and Shen Lin walked over to Di Mingjue's side. He bent his head and whispered into his ear.
Di Mingjue looked up, and as he looked at Shen Lin, he seemed to notice Jiang Feifei for the first time.
"Miss Jiang, is there something you need?" Di Mingjue asked.
She had stated her purpose for coming when she entered. Seeing his confused expression, Jiang Feifei had to explain again.
As soon as she opened her mouth, there was a knock on the office door.
Shen Lin went to open it. Outside stood Jiang Ziyu.
As if knowing Jiang Feifei was there beforehand, Jiang Ziyu showed no curiosity at all.