Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"Gong Lin, I've noticed something's not right." My voice trembled slightly with nervousness.

On the other end of the phone, Gong Lin's voice was deep and calm: "Tell me slowly, Qing'er." I took a deep breath and told him all the suspicious points I had discovered.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then Gong Lin said, "I understand, I will come back as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, I walked to the window and looked at the flashing neon lights outside, feeling uneasy.

The room was quiet; only my breathing and heartbeat could be clearly heard.

I felt as if the air around me had frozen, and a strange sense of oppression enveloped me.

I went to my desk, turned on my computer, and began searching for information about this mysterious organization.

After Gong Lin returned, we consulted a lot of information together and inquired about news from all over the place.

We discovered that this mysterious organization is powerful, involved in multiple fields, and operates in a secretive manner, making it difficult to track.

As the investigation deepened, our sense of unease grew stronger.

“It seems we’ve attracted their attention.” Gong Lin looked at me.

A few days later, a man claiming to be an envoy from a mysterious organization found us.

He was dressed in a suit and had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Mr. Gong, Ms. Miao, our boss would like to invite you for a cup of tea." Although his tone was polite, it was full of threat.

Gong Lin met his gaze without flinching, his tone icy: "Go back and tell your boss we don't accept any threats." The envoy's smile vanished, his eyes growing even colder: "I hope you won't regret this." With that, he turned and left.

After the messenger left, the atmosphere in the room became even more somber.

I looked at Gong Lin and squeezed his hand: "No matter what happens, we have to face it together." Gong Lin squeezed my hand back, his eyes firm: "Don't worry, I won't let you get hurt."

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Knock knock knock!" The knocking grew more and more urgent, as if it were a death knell.

My heart tightened and an ominous premonition came over me.

Gong Lin walked to the door and suddenly flung it open...

The door opened, and standing outside was the Gong family's old butler, his face pale and his breathing rapid: "Young Master Lin, something has happened! Master... Master he..." The old butler's voice choked with emotion, and he couldn't continue.

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

master?

Gong Lin's grandfather, the pillar of the Gong family, could it be...?

I dare not think any further.

Gong Lin grabbed the old butler's shoulder, his voice low and urgent: "What's wrong with Grandpa? Tell me quickly!" The old butler's lips trembled as he stammered, "Master... Master... he suddenly fell ill, and now... now his condition is critical..."

Gong Lin's expression changed drastically. He shoved the old butler aside and rushed out.

I followed closely behind, my mind in turmoil.

The old man has always been in good health, how could he suddenly fall ill?

Could it be...

A terrifying thought flashed through my mind: Could it be the work of that mysterious organization?

As we sped to the old Gong family residence, a strong smell of medicine filled the air.

The old man lay on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his breathing weak, as if he might stop at any moment.

Gong Lin held the old man's hand, her eyes red-rimmed, but she forced herself not to let the tears fall.

I walked over to Gong Lin, gently took his hand, and offered him silent comfort.

"Grandpa will be alright," I said softly, my tone firm, as if encouraging myself and Gong Lin.

Gong Lin turned to look at me

Just then, a doctor came out of the room, shook his head, and sighed, "We have done our best, but the master's health..." The doctor didn't finish his sentence, but we all understood what he meant.

Gong Lin's body trembled violently, as if all his strength had been drained, and he slumped to the ground.

I held him tightly, letting his tears soak my shoulders.

"Gong Lin, you must be strong. Grandpa would never want to see you like this," I said, my voice choked with emotion.

Gong Lin raised his head, his eyes filled with the flames of hatred: "I will not let them go. I will make them pay the price!"

I understand, he was referring to that mysterious organization.

I also know that this battle has only just begun.

Looking at the anger in Gong Lin's eyes and feeling his clenched fists, my heart began to pound.

Suddenly, Gong Lin stood up abruptly and said in an icy tone, "Qing'er, you stay here to take care of Grandpa. I'll be right back." He turned and left, his back view resolute and firm, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.

As I watched his departing figure, a sense of unease welled up inside me. I wanted to call out to him, but I didn't know what to say...

After Gong Lin left, I stayed by the master's bedside, my mind in turmoil.

The old man's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and my heart grew heavier and heavier.

I held the old man's cold hand and silently prayed for a miracle.

Time passed by, second by second, feeling as long as an eternity.

Suddenly, the old man moved his hand, and I looked up sharply to see his eyes slowly opening.

"Grandpa!" I exclaimed in surprise.

Grandpa smiled weakly.

Over the next few days, Gong Lin, like a tireless lion, ran around investigating the truth behind his grandfather's illness.

He calmly analyzed each clue, peeling back the layers, and finally uncovered the conspiracy of the mysterious organization.

It turns out that they had long coveted the Gong family's assets and wanted to achieve their goal by controlling Gong Lin's grandfather.

Gong Lin turned the tables on them, taking advantage of the mysterious organization's greed to set a trap and wipe them out in one fell swoop.

Seeing those once arrogant people now behind bars fills me with a sense of smug satisfaction.

Gong Lin successfully protected the family and solidified his position within it.

The family members no longer looked at him with suspicion and probing, but with respect and trust.

Standing in front of the Gong family mansion, I took a deep breath and felt the joy of success.

Surrounded by envious and admiring gazes, Gong Lin stood beside me, his hand gently resting on my shoulder, and a warm feeling welled up in my heart.

Gong Lin utilizes the family's inherited resources to vigorously promote the family's modernization.

I watched as the Gong family's businesses grew rapidly under his leadership, and I felt a deep sense of pride.

With the continuous introduction of modern equipment and new management concepts, employees are full of enthusiasm, and the family business is thriving.

Listening to the cheerful roar of the machines in the factory, it was as if a victory symphony was being played.

My environmental awareness was sparked during this process, and I began to pay attention to environmental issues in the family business.

Those pungent smells and untreated sewage discharges are like thorns stuck in my heart.

I put forward some innovative ideas, and Gong Lin supported me wholeheartedly without hesitation.

We plan the future of our family together, and the whole family is filled with a positive and uplifting atmosphere.

When I started preparing for the environmental protection project, troubles came one after another.

Various interest groups swarmed around like sharks smelling blood.

When I presented my proposal in the meeting room, the opposition from those people was like a raging tide.

"This will increase costs!" "It's unnecessary!" Their angry roars made my ears ring, and their hostile eyes seemed to devour me.

I tried to explain the importance of environmental protection, but they wouldn't listen at all; they just kept emphasizing that their own interests were being harmed.

I could feel the air around me becoming cold and oppressive, and every breath felt like a struggle.

Gong Lin held my hand tightly, giving me strength.

But those interest groups did not give up; they began to use various means to obstruct the preparation of the project.

Documents mysteriously disappeared, partners suddenly broke their contracts, and various unexpected events continued to occur.

Gong Lin and I exchanged a glance. We knew this was going to be a tough battle, but we would never back down.

I slammed the obstructive letters onto the table and said with a determined look in my eyes, "No matter how they try to stop me, I'm determined to do this project."