Downstairs from the Jinqiao Wanchuang Center.

An Audi A6L sat inconspicuously in a parking space. The man inside it was none other than Zheng Bin, who had crossed paths with Xu Ye twice now.

Ever since the young investors' conference last weekend, where Xu Ye had made him angry enough to walk out, Zheng Bin had been nursing a grudge.

In fairness, Xu Ye hadn't actually done anything. It was Yu Jiaying deliberately getting cozy with Xu Ye that had made Zheng Bin so jealous — but he could hardly be angry at Yu Jiaying, so all he could do was hold it against Xu Ye.

Zheng Bin had always been a small, petty man. With people he couldn't afford to cross — Zhao Ming, for instance — he might swallow it. But with someone like Xu Ye, he was absolutely going to pay this humiliation back.

Then again, Xu Ye and Zhao Ming were close. Open, aboveboard retaliation wasn't really an option.

So all week Zheng Bin had been working out a method that would sicken Xu Ye without letting anybody else find out.

He turned it over and over, and finally came up with a scheme he considered quite brilliant.

Namely… stealing his "business."

You're in investment, I'm in investment. Xinfeng Investment may be no match for Lisheng Capital, but whatever else is true, it's a lot bigger than your Qingye Investment. From now on, any project you want to invest in, I'll take it off you with better terms. Let's see how your company stays open after that.

To pull it off, though, he needed someone on the inside at Qingye Investment.

That was what Zheng Bin was here for today.

He didn't think it would be difficult. Money makes the devil turn the millstone, after all — get the money right and buying a man off is simple.

Five o'clock.

Quitting time.

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