Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

He put his glasses back on, his gaze behind the lenses calm and unwavering. He went for a run every morning at five, always opted for the buy-one-get-one-half-price set meal at the cafeteria window, and even imitated the handwriting of the top student in his class when taking notes.

"How much longer are you going to stay at school?"

Perhaps because Shen Chumo knew his identity, Ji Linchuan relaxed and leaned against the railing.

"It's uncertain. We can leave whenever the mission is completed."

Shen Chumo nodded.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing their hair to flutter softly, and neither of them spoke again.

But a subtle atmosphere is quietly changing.

The atmosphere inside the Murong family villa was so oppressive it was almost suffocating.

Old Master Murong sat in his study, staring at the computer screen with a gloomy expression—the stock market had closed, and Murong Group's stock price had plummeted by 8% again, wiping out nearly two billion in market value.

"Bang!" He slammed the teacup to the ground, splashing scalding hot tea everywhere.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" He slammed his fist on the table and roared in fury. "What is the PR department doing?! Why haven't they suppressed the public opinion yet?!"

Standing to the side, Murong Su was sweating and whispered, "Dad, I don't know why, but now the internet is full of videos of Xue'er kidnapping Rong Jingtian and Shen Chumo... We can't suppress them at all!"

Murong Su really didn't know why, even though he had spent a lot of money to suppress the matter, and not many people knew about it.

As a result, it all suddenly broke out in the last two days.

He secretly hated Murong Xue, that damned girl. From bullying to taking nude photos to kidnapping, the Murong family's century-old foundation was going to be ruined by her alone.

Old Master Murong's chest heaved violently. "Investigate who's behind this."

These repeated incidents are definitely not coincidences; someone must be trying to destroy the Murong family.

Murong Su's face turned pale. "Fine, I'll go investigate right away."

In the dead of night, amidst the torrential rain, the lights of the Murong family villa shone particularly brightly through the rain.

Murong Su stood in front of the French windows of the study, his cigar long since extinguished, and the ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.

"Mr. Mu, we've found some clues." The assistant cautiously entered, handing over a document. "The financial records of the several social media accounts that initially posted the video all ultimately pointed to the same offshore account."

Murong Su whirled around, his eyes bloodshot: "Who is it?"

"This account...just had a five million US dollar transfer with the Shen Group last week."

"The Shen family?" Murong Su's fingers dug deeply into his palms. "Investigate all the recent financial movements of the Shen family, especially that old geezer, Old Master Shen!"

Just as the assistant was about to leave, the CFO suddenly rushed in, his face pale: "Mr. Mu! The bank just notified us that our pledged shares have been forcibly liquidated!"

Murong Su felt a sudden dizziness and had to grab the edge of the table to keep from falling.

"The trading department reports that someone is aggressively buying up our shares on the secondary market." The CFO's voice trembled. "Their methods are extremely professional; they're consistently buying at the daily limit down, and they now hold nearly 7% of the shares."

Murong Su slammed his fist on the table: "Investigate this account! Immediately!"

Meanwhile, the Lin family's house was brightly lit.

Shen Chumo swirled her wine glass, admiring the night view outside the window amidst the lightning and thunder.

"That was a brilliant move," she laughed into the phone. "The Murong family is probably doomed this time."

Qin Ze's calm voice came from the other end of the phone: "However, besides us and the Rong family, it seems there are others also making moves against the Murong family."

Shen Chumo took a small sip of red wine. "Right now, the Murong family is a piece of fat meat that everyone wants to gnaw on. But it doesn't matter. No matter who interferes, the outcome of this game is still in our hands."

The following morning, the Murong Group headquarters was in complete chaos.

"Mr. Mu!" The CFO stumbled into the meeting room. "We just received a notification that our pledged shares to the bank have been forcibly liquidated!"

Murong Su's vision went black. This meant that overnight, the Murong family had lost 15% control of the group.

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Before the words were even finished, the candlestick chart on the big screen suddenly plummeted.

"It's hit the daily limit down again!"

The conference room was deathly silent. Murong Su stared intently at the transaction details—the mysterious buyer had been precisely buying at the bottom every time the price was falling, his shrewdness chilling.

"Check this account! Now!"

"President Wang just called to say he wants to terminate the cooperation on the new energy project!"

"The bank is also pressing us for repayment, demanding that we repay a short-term loan of 500 million within three days!"

"The Rong family has officially sent a letter terminating all cooperation and is also suing us for breach of contract!"

Inside the meeting room, the executives looked ashen-faced as a barrage of bad news arrived one after another.

Murong Jing slammed his fist on the table, gritting his teeth: "These people really know how to kick someone when they're down."

"Enough!" Murong Su interrupted sharply. "What's the use of saying all this now?! The most important thing is to stabilize the stock price! If it continues to fall like this, even the shares we've pledged to the banks will be forcibly liquidated!"

Murong Jing's face turned ashen: "How can we be sure? Who would dare to cooperate with us now? The Rong family is leading the attack, and even the Wang family is kicking us while we're down!"

When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down. What's worse, small and medium-sized enterprises that once relied on the Murong family have all turned against them.

"President Mu, I'm so sorry, our small company can't withstand any storms..."

"We've decided to cancel the orders we had previously agreed upon..."

Even longtime allies of the Murong family have begun to distance themselves from them.

"President Mu, it's not that I don't want to help you, but this matter has blown up too much..."

"To make the young lady confess to attempted murder in public... who would dare to get involved in that?"

Late at night, the Murong family held an emergency family meeting.

Uncle Murong coldly tossed out a document: "Brother, now that things have come to this, someone has to take responsibility."

Murong Su suddenly stood up: "What do you mean?!"

"What I mean is—" Uncle Murong looked around at everyone and said, word by word, "Murong Xue has caused such a huge disaster. As her father, shouldn't you resign to take responsibility?"

"Bullshit!" Murong Su roared. "It's clearly your second branch's mismanagement that caused the group's cash flow problems!"

The two groups were arguing fiercely, and the old man was so angry that he trembled all over. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"dad!!"

The ambulance siren echoed throughout the Murong family villa, but at that moment, no one noticed—

Murong Group's stock is being aggressively bought up at rock-bottom prices by a mysterious account...

In the prison, Murong Xue, dressed in an orange prison uniform, stood with her arms crossed in front of the glass window of the visiting room, her face still bearing an arrogant expression.

"Hey, when are you going to get me out of here?" she knocked impatiently on the glass. "I can't stand this awful place any longer!"