From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 188 - 188: 090 No Longer (Second Revision)_2

Ming Jing smiled, “You’ve worked hard.”

“Don’t mention it, controlling things behind the scenes feels pretty good. I plan to sign some new talents, promote them to top-tier status, and wreak havoc in the entertainment industry. I’ll also sign some good-looking boys to play around with – sleep with one today, another one tomorrow, and replace them if

they don’t obey.”

Zheng Qing stroked her chin, her smile full of triumph.

Her eyes shifted to Ming Jing’s face, “The company wouldn’t be where it is without your contribution. Why don’t you, the big boss, come out and show some support? If you enter the entertainment industry, I guarantee that you’ll be famous within a year, and we’ll be rolling in money. Your great-great-grandchildren won’t have to worry about their funeral expenses.”

Such a blessed appearance and demeanor, it seemed like she was born for applause and admiration.

Ming Jing casually said, “Once the company is on the right track, I’ll recommend someone who will meet all your requirements.”

“I’d take anyone but you.”

“Then you might as well give up on that.”

“Good Ming Jing, obedient Ming Jing, please do what Aunt Qing asks.” Ming Jing brushed her hand away, “I don’t have time.”

Zheng Qing glared at her resentfully, “When I sign a bunch of pretty boys, I won’t share any of them with you. Hmph.”

Ming Jing couldn’t be bothered with her. When Ming Yi, Ming Ti, and Ming Chen finally came downstairs, Ming Jing led them out.

The three of them visited the amusement park for the first time, as if they had opened the door to a whole new world. Even the most terrifying roller coaster could be ridden twice by the girls.

After a day of playing, they all went to sleep early.

The next morning, as Ming Jing went downstairs, Uncle Wen received a phone call. His face turned ugly, “Miss, there’s trouble with the company.”

Ming Jing sat down at the dining table and picked up the latest newspaper. The Zhus had always subscribed to a financial newspaper; it had been Zhu Wentao’s habit to read it every morning. Now, he hadn’t been home for quite some time, and Ming Jing had taken over the task of reading the newspapers daily. “Uncle Wen, don’t worry. Take your time and tell me.”

Ming Jing spoke calmly; her composure seemed to help Uncle Wen steady his breath. “I don’t know the specifics, but the company’s financing failed, and the stock price plummeted overnight. Zhu Group lost several billion in market value within a night.”

As Uncle Wen spoke, he was heartbroken. His blood pressure skyrocketed, nearly causing him to collapse.

“That’s not all. Those shareholders have gathered outside Zhu Group’s headquarters demanding an explanation. The new real estate projects have also been affected, investors are withdrawing, and several constructions turned into unfinished buildings. Some property owners exposed the company to the media.”

All these incidents had been brewing in the background, eventually exploding suddenly.

Ming Jing nodded, listening as if it was someone else’s story, without even furrowing her brow.

If Zhu Group went bankrupt, even the villa she lived in would have to be mortgaged. Would she still be so composed then?

Uncle Wen looked at Ming Jing anxiously, “Miss, what can we do? Can the boss handle this?”

“What do you think?”

Her indifferent response silenced Uncle Wen.

“One reaps what he sows. Zhu Wentao chose this path and must walk it to the end, even if it’s on his knees.”

Uncle Wen said no more.

Zhu Xiangxiang rushed downstairs, “The company’s in trouble, and you still have the leisure to eat?”

“What else? Do you think you have the ability to fix everything?” Ming Jing responded nonchalantly.

Zhu was left speechless.

At that moment, Lin Qing came downstairs. Zhu Xiangxiang worriedly said,

“Mom, there’s trouble with the company. What should we do?”

Lin Qing glanced at her, “What can we do? Just eat our meals and sleep when it’s time.”

She sat down at the dining table and silently ate.

Zhu Xiangxiang stomped her foot in frustration, feeling like even the emperor wasn’t as worried as his eunuchs.

If Zhu Group went bankrupt, she would lose everything, and the distinction between true heiress and pretender would cease to exist.

Outside Zhu Group’s headquarters, crowds had gathered – journalists from TV stations, opportunistic competitors, and, most of all, shareholders and property owners demanding an explanation.

Their years of hard work had been destroyed overnight, and the prime culprit was Zhu Group’s President, Zhu Wentao.

It was his hasty decisions and misjudgments that resulted in the failed bond issuance, causing the stock price to plummet. Compounded by his corrupt personal conduct, Zhu Group now appeared on the verge of collapse.

Every employee entering and leaving the premises was pelted with rotten eggs and cabbage leaves. At this point, they all wished they could leave the company immediately.

Meanwhile, Zhu Wentao, having made a round of phone calls, found that no one answered them.

“Damn, a bunch of fair-weather flatterers!” Zhu Wentao cursed angrily.

Zhou Ling spoke softly, “Wentao, don’t worry. It’s not the end of the line yet. We were tricked by President Fu this time. The most important thing now is to contact him.”

Zhu Wentao glared at Zhou Ling and then narrowed his eyes, “You were the one who introduced Fu Nansheng to me. Don’t you have anything to say?”

Zhou Ling turned pale, her frail figure like a petal in the wind. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “What do you mean? Are you implying that I conspired with President Fu against you?”

“Then find Fu Nansheng for me!” Zhu Wentao shouted.

Zhou Ling shook her head, “I advised you not to seek financing back then, but you wouldn’t listen. Now the problem is here, and you blame me. Zhu Wentao, I

finally see who you really are.” She turned away as she spoke.

Zhu Wentao felt a panic in his heart and rushed to embrace her from behind, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

After placating Zhou Ling, Zhu Wentao suddenly thought of someone.

He took out his phone and called Ming Jing. His daughter was now quite extraordinary, and all the wealthy ladies were eager to meet her. Her connections made him envious.

The situation was dire, and he had no choice but to swallow his pride and turn to the daughter he had once cast aside.

A white BMW was parked quietly on an open space across from Zhu Group’s building.

Ming Jing silently watched the chaos across the street, the crowds of people on both sides going crazy.

Her phone rang, breaking the silence in the car.

Ming Jing glanced at the screen and smiled faintly.

Mr. Zhu, the prosecutors have arrived.”

Secretary Wang hurried in, and Zhu Wentao’s face turned pale at the news..