From an abandoned girl to a wealthy lady

Chapter 212 The Crisis Grows: The Shadow of Rebellion

The screen clearly displayed: "A collapse accident occurred at the S City mine, and all operations have ceased." The S City mine is the most important raw material supplier for the Mo Group.

My warm heart suddenly sank, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Mo Han's knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel. He clenched his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Second Uncle Mo, you are so cruel!"

This is undoubtedly cutting off the source of funds and strangling the lifeblood of the Mo Group.

Once the supply of raw materials is interrupted, several important production lines will face shutdown, and huge economic losses will be like the sword of Damocles hanging over our heads, which may fall at any time.

Wen Nuan took a deep breath and tried to stay calm.

At the critical moment, a light bulb went off in her head and she remembered that she had once helped a friend who was a raw material supplier.

Although it is small in scale, the quality is high and the price is reasonable.

Maybe he could help.

"I'll try to contact someone." Wen Nuan quickly dialed the number that she had almost forgotten.

The call was connected and Wen Nuan explained the situation concisely.

After hearing this, the other party agreed without hesitation: "Don't worry, Wen Nuan, I still have enough stock to last for a while. Don't worry about the price, old friend, I will definitely give you the best discount."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Nuan's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. She turned to Mo Han and said, "It's solved for now. I contacted a friend who can provide some raw materials. Although the quantity is limited, it can at least solve the urgent problem."

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Han's eyes, followed by full of admiration and tenderness.

He reached out and held Wen Nuan's hand tightly, as if to pass all his strength to her: "Thank you, Wen Nuan."

The crisis was temporarily alleviated, but both men understood that this was only a temporary solution.

Uncle Mo will not give up, as greater challenges are yet to come.

Steward Lin hurried over and brought even more disturbing news: "Master, Second Uncle Mo has called a family meeting..." He paused, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible, "The elder of the Zhao clan also... also went."

Mo Han and Wen Nuan exchanged a glance, and everything was said without words.

The atmosphere of the family meeting was so solemn that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.

Second Uncle Mo sat in the main seat, his face filled with grief. He tearfully accused Mo Han of his "inaction," "The mine collapsed, and the company suffered heavy losses. This is all caused by Mo Han's mismanagement! He is completely incapable of leading the Mo Group. We cannot watch our family business crumble in his hands!"

Third Aunt Mo chimed in, her sharp voice echoing throughout the conference room: "That's right! Ever since Mo Han took over the company, there's been no peace! I think he's nothing but a prodigal son!"

Mo Han's face turned pale. Suppressing his anger, he threw documents one after another onto the table. "These are all evidence of Second Uncle Mo secretly transferring company assets over the years! The mine collapse wasn't an accident, it was man-made! Everyone knows who's behind this!"

Second Uncle Mo's face changed drastically. He pointed at Mo Han and roared, "You are slandering me! These are all fake!"

"Whether it's a forgery or not will be determined by the law!" Mo Han didn't flinch, his eyes sweeping across the assembled elders. "Elders, it hasn't been easy for the Mo Group to get to where it is today. Do you really want to watch it get hollowed out by termites?"

The elders looked at each other, some remained silent, some whispered to each other, and the elder Zhao stroked his beard, his eyes flickering.

The meeting ended in a bad mood. Mo Han walked out of the meeting room. His tense nerves finally relaxed, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart.

Wen Nuan had been waiting outside the door. When she saw him come out, she immediately went up to him, held his hand, and whispered, "Don't be discouraged."

Mo Han looked at the warm and determined eyes, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He held the warm hand in his hand, his eyes rekindled with fighting spirit: "I won't give up."

Wen Nuan gently patted the back of Mo Han's hand, and the two smiled at each other, everything was said without words.

In the dead of night, Steward Lin stealthily walked to the door of Uncle Mo's study and stuck to the crack of the door...

Butler Lin held his breath and put his ear against the cold wooden door. Uncle Mo's low voice came from the study, mixed with another strange and cold voice.

"Is everything ready?" asked the strange voice.

"Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing." Uncle Mo answered respectfully, "As long as the elder of the Zhao clan nods, Mo Han will be completely finished." "From the elder of the Zhao clan..." The cold voice was filled with a hint of doubt.

"Don't worry, I've made arrangements," Uncle Mo smiled sinisterly, "He will soon understand which side is more beneficial for him." Then, Butler Lin heard a place name, a place name he had never heard of, accompanied by the four words "core evidence", which made his heart tremble.

He quickly took out his pocket recorder and tremblingly pressed the record button.

Suddenly, the study door flew open, and Uncle Mo stood at the door with a sinister look on his face, his eyes glaring at Steward Lin like knives: "What are you doing?!"

Butler Lin's face turned pale, and the recorder slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Uncle Mo's eyes flashed and he bent down to pick it up.

At the critical moment, Aunt Mo suddenly ran over from the other end of the corridor and shouted, "Second Uncle! It's bad! The old man's portrait... the portrait was smashed!"

Uncle Mo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned around to look.

At this moment, Butler Lin took the opportunity to get up and run away.

Uncle Mo reacted and roared, "Catch him!" Several bodyguards in black immediately chased after him.

Aunt Mo San looked at the direction where Butler Lin fled, with a barely perceptible smile on her lips. Then she turned to Uncle Mo Er and said, "Uncle Er, let's take a look at the old man's portrait first. This is a big deal!" Although Uncle Mo Er was angry, he also knew the priorities, so he had to give up chasing Butler Lin for the time being and turned to walk towards the ancestral hall.

Steward Lin ran all the way and finally shook off the pursuers behind him and hid in a secluded corner.

He was breathing heavily, his heart beating wildly, but when he thought of the key evidence he had just recorded, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

He must tell Master Mo Han and Madam Mo Han the news as soon as possible.

As the night deepened, the Mo family mansion was shrouded in an eerie silence.

Aunt Mo stood by the window, looking at the flickering lights in the distance, muttering to herself, "Mo Han, Wen Nuan, I hope you can win..." Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence of the night, and flames shot up into the sky...

The blazing flames lit up half the sky red, and the thick smoke made it hard to breathe.

The Mo family mansion was in chaos.

Uncle Mo looked at the west wing engulfed in flames, a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

He knew that Mo Han and Wen Nuan lived there.

"Burn them to death! Burn them to death!" Aunt Mo shouted like a madman, but there was an inexplicable light flashing in her eyes.

At the same time, in a secret villa a few kilometers away from the Mo family mansion, Mo Han and Wen Nuan were safe and sound.

"It seems that Uncle Mo is desperate." Mo Han looked at the burning west wing in the surveillance footage and sneered.

"He won't give up," Wen Nuan analyzed calmly, "We must find the core evidence as soon as possible."

Mo Han nodded, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. "The clues Steward Lin brought back at the risk of his life point to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. That's probably where Second Uncle Mo hid the evidence."

The abandoned factory, shrouded in darkness, was eerie and terrifying, as if a monster was lurking there, ready to devour anyone.

Mo Han and Wen Nuan, accompanied by several elite bodyguards, quietly sneaked into the factory.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of rust, and there was thick dust underfoot. Every step made a creaking sound, as if knocking on the tense nerves.

Suddenly, a burst of messy footsteps broke the silence.

"Who is it?!" Mo Han and Wen Nuan quickly exchanged glances and drew out their weapons that had been prepared long ago.

ambush!

A dozen men in black rushed out from the darkness, holding sharp blades and pounced on them.

A fierce fight broke out instantly.

Mo Han was agile and fierce in his moves. He knocked down several men in black in just a few rounds.

Wen Nuan was not to be outdone. The dagger in her hand danced like a snake, drawing streaks of cold light in the darkness.

However, the men in black seemed endless, coming up wave after wave.

Mo Han and Wen Nuan stood back to back, covering each other and resisting tenaciously.

"It seems that we underestimated Uncle Mo's madness." Mo Han panted and wiped the sweat from his face.

Just then, a shrill siren sounded from far away.

"The police are here!" a man in black exclaimed.

The men in black suddenly lost their composure and fled.

Mo Han and Wen Nuan looked at each other and understood in their hearts that this was a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

"Hurry up! Go deep into the factory!" Mo Han growled and rushed to the depths of the factory first.

After passing through a dark and damp corridor, they came to a heavy iron door.

"It's here." Wen Nuan said, pointing at the iron gate.

Mo Han stepped forward and pushed hard, but the iron door didn't move at all.

"It seems that some special means are needed." He took out a small tool from his waist and began to pick the lock.

With a "click", the lock opened.

Mo Han slowly pushed open the iron door, and a smell of decay hit him in the face.

Behind the iron gate is a deep passage leading underground...

"Be careful." Mo Han took Wen Nuan's hand and walked into the passage first.

The passage was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Wen Nuan held Mo Han's hand tightly, her heart pounding.

Suddenly, Mo Han stopped. "What's wrong?" Wen Nuan asked in a low voice.

Mo Han didn't answer, but slowly raised the flashlight in his hand and shone it forward...

The flashlight illuminated a wall, on which were written several large, bloody characters:

"Welcome to hell."