105 Facing Death

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A person on the brink of death, finally spotting a lifeline, would never give up or ignore it so easily.

Song Qingzhu immediately stopped protesting and asked, “What solution do you have?”

“Sit down and tell me slowly,” Lin Qi said, releasing her and sitting on the sofa.

Song Qingzhu struggled to stand, the places where the fat envoy had beaten her still aching faintly. She sat opposite Lin Qi and asked again, “What solution do you have?”

Lin Qi replied, “You have to tell me your situation first, then I can say how to help... Which organization are you from, and who were those two people just now?”

Lin Qi wouldn’t help Song Qingzhu for nothing; his goal was to use her organization for his own ends.

But Song Qingzhu was very cautious, unwilling to casually reveal her identity or organization. She said again, “You don’t need to worry about those things. Just tell me how you can help. If it works, I will be deeply grateful.”

Lin Qi shook his head. “I don’t need your thanks. I just want to understand what’s really going on.”

Song Qingzhu frowned slightly and said coldly, “Then there’s nothing more to say.”

Lin Qi pondered for a moment, realizing he needed to show some sincerity if he wanted her to be honest. He said, “What you fear most is that after you put in these two billion, Longyue Group will take advantage of the situation, slowly eroding and swallowing up Jinyang Group. I can guarantee you, Longyue Group won’t do that. You’ll have time to recover and won’t let Jinyang collapse.”

After all, a group valued at over ten billion, even if short on funds temporarily, can gradually recover given enough time.

Song Qingzhu asked suspiciously, “What right do you have to guarantee that? Longyue Group isn’t yours! And as far as I know, Tang Long is ruthless and wouldn’t miss this chance to devour Jinyang Group...”

Lin Qi said, “If I dare to guarantee it, I naturally have the confidence. Have I ever blown smoke in front of you? You can rest assured.”

Indeed, during the time Lin Qi had been with Song Qingzhu, he was always a man of his word, and he didn’t seem like someone who bragged.

Song Qingzhu couldn’t help but wonder who exactly Lin Qi was—it was almost miraculous.

He could guarantee that Tang Long would give up expanding his business empire?

If he was that powerful, why had he been working as a deliveryman before?

Seeing Song Qingzhu still doubtful, Lin Qi said, “Words are useless. Let’s prove it with actions. You focus on recovering your strength. I guarantee Longyue Group won’t make a move.”

After saying this, Lin Qi stood up to leave.

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Trust isn’t built overnight. Song Qingzhu would soon realize Lin Qi was not bluffing.

Just as Lin Qi was about to leave, Song Qingzhu said, “If Longyue Group doesn’t make a move, does that mean I’m doomed?”

Lin Qi turned around. “Why?”

Song Qingzhu said, “My mission is to destroy and absorb Longyue Group, or else I’m on a dead-end path.”

Lin Qi gasped.

Protecting Jinyang Group wasn’t enough; she had to swallow Longyue Group too?

Good heavens, how was he supposed to help with that?

Was Lin Qi going to call Tang Long and say, “Hand the group over to Song Qingzhu”?

That was absurd!

To earn Song Qingzhu’s trust, the cost was just too high, and there was no guaranteed “return.”

Could Song Qingzhu’s organization really be used by Lin Qi?

Frowning, Lin Qi said, “Your damn organization—if you don’t absorb Longyue Group, you die?”

Song Qingzhu nodded. “Yes.”

“How much time do you have left?”

“One week.”

“...”

Lin Qi was utterly speechless. Absorbing Longyue Group in one week—unless Tang Long cooperated voluntarily—was as difficult as landing on Mars!

“I can’t help you,” Lin Qi said, standing up and walking toward the door.

Watching Lin Qi’s retreating figure, Song Qingzhu’s last shred of hope was shattered.

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She knew she was doomed this time.

She sighed deeply.

One week—gone in a flash.

During that week, Song Qingzhu hadn’t left the villa for a single step.

She had ordered the two billion transferred to the municipal government.

The entire Jinyang Group was hollowed out inside and out; nearly all projects were halted.

Strangely, Longyue Group really hadn’t taken advantage of the situation—there was no sign they intended to erode or absorb Jinyang Group.

But it didn’t matter.

Song Qingzhu knew she was going to die and was utterly trapped.

On the last night of the deadline, she took a bath, put on a beautiful dress, and then turned on the old-fashioned record player in the living room.

“Sweet as honey, my smile is sweet as honey, just like flowers blooming in the spring breeze...”

Teresa Teng’s sentimental voice echoed through the room.

Song Qingzhu lay half-reclined on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine. She was already slightly intoxicated, her eyes glazed.

“Going to die like this... I guess I have no regrets...” she murmured.

With a bang, the villa’s front door was suddenly kicked open.

Two envoys, one fat and one thin, strode in abruptly.