It seems this company isn't ordinary—it has suddenly become a national star overnight, reviving the national cotton mill with great momentum. Yet, the identity of its founder remains unknown. On TV shopping programs, it's mentioned that the company was started by an outstanding university graduate, though the specific individual hasn't been reported yet. In fact, there have been reports—just that Dong Zhehai is too busy, overwhelmed even with managing his own business, leaving little time to focus on other enterprises. "You damn thing—don't you move any faster! I'm going to call in my claim!" A more piercing voice from his wife followed, like needles piercing Dong Zhehai's heart. "Please, please don't call in my claim! I'm going to immediately call the Yu Cheng Shen Industry Co., Ltd. to request support—anything, even high-interest loans—I'm willing to do it!" Dong Zhehai pleaded urgently. "Hahahaha!" "The black-haired man and the green- and yellow-haired ones—those were exactly Dong Zhehai's words. Now, the black-haired man's appetite had suddenly grown like a python swallowing an elephant, immediately increasing his stake: 'No way, 100 million is too little! I want 200 million! That Chengshen Industrial Company is truly booming—without even opening their eyes, they can pull out 200 million! Damn it, how good that young man is at making money! He's making us all go hungry! This time, we've got to squeeze every last drop out of him!' Hearing the sky-high demand of 200 million, Dong Zhehai immediately collapsed, his eyes blazing with emotion, and turned to his secretary, saying, 'Call the police right away!' But the other side answered immediately, with fierce determination: 'If you dare to call the police, I'll have your entire family killed. I'll wipe out everything you've worked so hard to build over a lifetime!' Under relentless pressure, Dong Zhehai finally managed to dial the phone number of the headquarters of Wuyu Chengshen Industrial Company, his hands trembling. It was precisely Zhang Yuping who answered the phone. In fact, at times, Zhang had become Highlight's secretary and assistant. Listening to the astronomical figures of the loan, she shook her head in disbelief, saying, "Though we would like to help immensely, the amount is so huge—it touches the very core of our company's strategic interests. Moreover, I'm not the CEO; I simply cannot approve it! I truly cannot!" "I'm begging you! As long as we can turn this crisis around and stabilize the situation, I will do everything in my power to repay you with heartfelt gratitude!" Once so confident and impressive, Dong Zhehai now appeared utterly helpless in the face of adversity. Highlight, standing by, listened attentively and immediately issued the order to Zhang Yuping: "Approve it! Secure it quickly!" "Husband, you're crazy! If we really have to disburse 110 million, our production and sales will be significantly affected—especially during our nationwide rollout, which requires substantial working capital!" Yet Zhang Yuping's appeal failed to sway Highlight's determination. "Do exactly what I tell you—this is an order! You must obey my absolute arrangements!" High Bright's attitude was so resolute that Zhang Yупping's mouth had gone high and pouty. With a sigh, shaking her head, and gritting her teeth, she quietly murmured to High Bright, "You care so much about Dong Jiao—where do I stand in your heart? Actually, High Bright didn't know that it was Dong Zhehai who was calling for help. He only sensed the urgency in her voice and felt that he had to assist her, out of a sense of compassion. If he heard someone in distress and, upon hearing the cry for help, failed to act, he would feel deeply uneasy. But now, even that sense of conscience has lost its value—sometimes even being misunderstood. Zhang Yупping felt that High Bright treated Dong Jiao more highly than himself, so naturally, she felt a little jealous. She silently blamed him in her heart a thousand times, then thought to herself, "From now on, I won't bother you at all!" A substantial sum of 110 million yuan was duly transferred to Dong Zhehai's account on time, leaving him incredibly excited and promptly expressing that he had been rescued by a valuable patron. He immediately transferred the accumulated 200 million yuan to the account designated by the "black ghost." However, the "black ghost" expressed concern that with such a large amount, the bank might detect the movement and potentially freeze the account, so he changed his request to insist on cash—delivering the funds and the goods simultaneously. Dong Zhehai had no choice but to comply. He withdrew the entire 200 million yuan, nearly filling eight large trucks—an operation that had to be kept strictly confidential, otherwise the robbers would surely reap substantial profits. In Hanzhai City, the three major gangs—the Long-Feng Hall, the Ma-Tou Gang, and the Hei-Hu Gang—maintain a balanced, three-way rivalry, clearly visible along the Ru-Xue Street near Hanzhai No.1 Middle School. Dong's commercial enterprise operates under the quiet influence of these gangs, particularly the Ma-Tou and Hei-Hu Gangs. Recently, the Long-Feng Hall has undergone a strategic transformation, shifting its focus toward international So, unlike the other two factions, which had been aggressively and boldly expanding, he had remained more restrained. The sum of 200 million yuan—equivalent to the cost of eight large trucks—was truly attractive. All three factions had received internal word of this development; indeed, no wall is ever completely airtight. Haha! Now I'm going to make a solid profit. All three factions were now eyeing the opportunity with eager anticipation. Money is always a good thing—nobody ever complains about having too much. After all, everyone's fundamental purpose in life is to earn money. As the saying goes, "men die for wealth, birds starve for food"—a truth that holds true everywhere. Even if they managed to seize just one truck, they'd earn 50 million yuan, enough to cover the expenses of thousands of their brothers for quite some time! Yet, Dong Zhehai remained unaware. From the very beginning, when the eight truck convoy set out, numerous members from the three major factions had quietly dressed in civilian clothes and followed along. "Take us to the Donghai Bridge, fifty kilometers outside Hanshai City—quick!" Black Ghost urgently telephoned Dong Zhehai, who was being followed by a Once the Dong Zhehai's sedan was joined, there were nine vehicles lined up in a row, moving forward with impressive grandeur! As they passed through a mountain valley, a sudden surge of forces emerged from both sides—Gu Jianchou, the deputy head of the Ma Tou faction, had grown increasingly anxious and led his companions into battle. They deployed a substantial force, totaling over 100 men, who completely surrounded and cut off eight armored cash vehicles. "Brothers! Smash open the iron gates!" Gu Jianchou commanded, and his men immediately rushed with heavy hammers, fiercely striking the iron locks. "Clang, clang, clang!" The gates gave way, and a cascade of red cash bills spilled out onto the ground, delighting the onlookers who danced and celebrated wildly. "We've made it! We've made it!" Yet just as the words fell, over 100 black-robed figures wielding large axes charged in, swiftly seizing the cash from the vehicles. The Ma Tou faction members gasped in surprise—here came the Hei Hu faction! Two powerful factions, both driven by the pursuit of wealth, now clashed simultaneously. Both sides suffered heavy losses, with blood flowing like rivers, as the two powerful factions were evenly matched and neither could gain the upper hand. Yet, driven by the desire for money, they fought fiercely. The four stalwarts of Long-Feng Hall intended to intervene, but upon receiving a text message from Qiao, Qiao immediately held back. He turned to the four stalwarts and said, "The real drama is still to come!"