I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 281 - 268: Shen Xuan’s Third Sister-in-law

Zhong Yu swallowed nervously, thinking there was still room for maneuver, but the decision was made without even seeing him—straight to a death sentence.

He still couldn’t quite believe it. "Yingzi, did Mr. Shen say anything else just now?"

"Is there any chance you misunderstood, any possibility that he meant for me to take a break for a bit?"

Fu Yingzi gave a faint smile. "Director Zhong, I heard correctly."

Zhong Yu’s face turned ashen. Did Mr. Shen really trust Yu Jifeng that much? Wasn’t he afraid that Yu was lying?

Damn Fei Bing, he’s screwed me over... If I’d known, I would never have agreed. This damned dirt-digging has gone and dug my own grave!

Fucking hell, what is this mess!

Fu Yingzi glanced at the departing Zhong Yu, his back figure forlorn and desolate, thinking how life’s fortunes turn so swiftly. Just yesterday, he was the ebullient HR director, and now he had to pack his bags and hit the road.

The boss wouldn’t execute an innocent man, so Zhong Yu must have done something to betray the boss.

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But then again, the taste of power must be too intoxicating—firing whoever you want, telling anyone to get lost whenever you please.

Tsk, tsk, how exhilarating~

In fact, Shen Yuan hadn’t been overly harsh. He only asked Zhong Yu to resign voluntarily. If he really exposed his deeds within the industry, not to mention elsewhere, health sector companies in Star City would definitely think twice before hiring him.

On one hand, Shen Yuan didn’t want to be too cruel; on the other, it served as a deterrent.

Zhong Yu knew he had leverage over him. If he didn’t keep his nose clean in the future, if he tried any more underhand tactics, he would need to weigh his actions carefully.

In the end, Zhong Yu’s predicament was due to the heavy burden in his heart, trying to forge a lifeline for himself. If he had just worked sincerely and uprightly, none of this would have happened.

However, Shen Yuan wasn’t planning to be so amicable towards Fei Bing.

This fat pig, his greed obvious, didn’t learn his lesson from the last ordeal involving more than four million. So, this time, he’d really have to bleed.

Just last night, he sent a message to Mo Zhenwang, telling him to upload the chat log and stir up some heat.

He thought it would take until the next day to get a reaction, but just past midnight, the video’s metrics started climbing. Seeing those headlines made Shen Yuan laugh. UC’s Shock Department truly suffered a significant loss without Mo Zhenwang.

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Meanwhile, in a coffee shop in Star City, Luo Bingying and Zhou Peiwei were seated outside on wicker chairs.

The morning sunshine was bright and the temperature was pleasant, perfect for coffee and chats with a close friend. However, Luo Bingying frowned as she looked at the caller ID on the table.

"Calling again?"

Zhou Peiwei peered over and indeed it was that disgusting man, labeled "Fei Bing."

"Bingying, didn’t you sell your yoga studio? Why is he still pestering you?"

Zhou Peiwei was somewhat aware of her best friend’s situation, but that was in the past now, and Bingying’s mother had already cashed out, so Fei Bing had no reason to bother Bingying anymore.

A flash of disgust crossed Luo Bingying’s eyes. "I don’t know, that’s the second time he’s called."

Zhou Peiwei pondered for a moment. "Why don’t you answer it and see what he wants? If he’s rude, I’ll help you curse him out."

Seeing Weiwei’s fists clenched, her face full of determination, Luo Bingying couldn’t help but smile. "Fine, I’ll answer it."

She then pressed the answer button and switched to speaker mode, ready to greet with a "Hello," but the speaker immediately relayed an anxious voice.

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"Luo Bingying, I’ve got a problem, and you have to help me."

Both women were taken aback, looking at each other bewildered.

You have a problem and Bingying should help? Plus this tone of urgency, Zhou Peiwei felt a perverse urge to laugh.

"Sorry, I can’t help you, and your troubles have nothing to do with me anyway," Luo Bingying replied icily.

"Wait, wait, you definitely can help," Fei Bing quickly said, dreading Luo Bingying might hang up. "It’s the bell-ringer who must untie the bell. This matter started because of you, it’s about Shen Yuan."

"Huh?"

"It’s not convenient to explain everything, but please, arrange a meeting with him for me. Tell him I want to apologize sincerely, invite him for a meal, and promise that I won’t offend him again."

Fei Bing really was panicking. The speed of internet dissemination was frightening. By not even 10 o’clock, a friend from his circle had seen the video and asked if it was him.

If his name were to be exposed, or the blurring removed, it was hard to say what could happen to both him and Leji.

Internet public opinion is terrifying—not just individuals, even an enterprise could crumble in a very short time.

After hearing Fei Bing, the two women were even more confused. Not only did he want to invite Shen Yuan to dinner, he also wanted to apologize and assure there would be no next time.

What did this mean?

Did Shen Yuan have something critical on him? Or was he pointing a gun at his head?

It was the same with the yoga studio last time; Fei Bing purchased it for over four million in confusing circumstances and then, just as inexplicably, transferred it to Shen Yuan.

Luo Bingying was silent for a moment and then said, "Actually, I’m not close to him, so I can’t help you with this."

The truth was, she also had wanted to thank Shen Yuan and had made several unsuccessful dinner invitations; now act as a mediator for someone else? Wishful thinking.

Fei Bing became impatient when he heard this. "How can you not be close? Weren’t you his first love? Even if you’ve broken up, there were feelings once."

Luo Bingying said with annoyance, "I told you, I’m not close to him, and I’m under no obligation to help you with this. That’s all, I’m hanging up."

"Hey, wait, don’t hang up yet."