Huo Miao had only 23 yuan in her pocket when she hit the taillight of Jiang Yan's Porsche while riding a shared bicycle.
The hand that signed the compensation agreement was shaking like chaff, but he was dragged into the financial upstart "Yan Capital":
"The monthly salary is 30,000 yuan, and after deducting debts, there are 5,000 yuan left."
Jiang Yan shook off the gold-plated badge and said, "Permanent debtor, understand?"
The whole financial circle in Shanghai mocked the country bumpkins for climbing high branches, but they witnessed:
Jiang Yan doused her tens of billions of customers' red wine in public: "Sexual harassment? Go back and do your prison exam questions!"
Jiang Yan grabbed the bill in the dialysis ward: "The bill belongs to me, and you are in my charge."
Jiang Yan showed off his family's black card and ran over the board of directors: "touch her? Jiangzhou Industrial will short your company tomorrow!"
When financial headlines revealed Jiang Yan's life experience:
"Jiang's daughter started a business incognito, and Yan Capital's valuation exceeded 10 billion"
Huo Miao pressed her hand against the front of the Lincoln, rubbing the wrinkled 23-yuan note on her fingertips against Jiang Yan's bitten lower lip:
"Mr. Jiang... Now it's my turn to acquire you entirely."
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