Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

"Director Wang, can you tell me the specific reasons? Why has the project approval been put on hold?" I tried my best to control my inner panic and keep my tone calm.

The knuckles of my fingers, gripping the phone, turned white, and a sharp pain shot through my fingertips.

"Sigh, Xiao Miao, it's not that I don't support you, but as you know, this project involves a lot of people..." Director Wang's voice was full of helplessness, "There's a lot of pressure from above."

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down.

"Director Wang, I understand your difficulties. But I still want to talk to you in person, is that alright?"

An hour later, I sat in Director Wang's office. The air was filled with a faint smell of tobacco, mixed with a tense atmosphere, which made me feel a little tightness in my chest.

Director Wang held a cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowed, and his face appeared particularly grave amidst the swirling smoke.

I handed the project proposal to him again, explaining in detail the project's environmental value and social significance. My voice trembled slightly with nervousness, but I tried my best to make my tone sound firm and powerful.

“Director Wang, this project will not only improve our city’s environmental pollution problem, but also drive the development of related industries and create more job opportunities…” I pointed to the data on the proposal and said, word by word, “In the long run, it will also be very beneficial to our city’s economic development.”

Director Wang listened quietly, occasionally taking a puff of his cigarette. The ash fell into the ashtray in front of him with a soft "plop," a sound that was particularly clear in the quiet office, striking my nerves with each puff.

After listening to my explanation, he pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Xiao Miao, I understand your thoughts, and I fully support your environmental protection philosophy. But..." He took a deep drag on his cigarette, then slowly exhaled, his eyes showing a complex expression through the swirling smoke, "...you know, this project involves many stakeholders, and the pressure is really immense..."

When I left Director Wang's office, I felt completely exhausted, as if I had just finished a fierce battle and had lost all my strength.

But I didn't give up; I had another path to take—Mark.

I immediately drove to Mark's company, this time with a new environmental assessment report and a more favorable cooperation proposal.

"Mr. Mark, this is the latest environmental assessment report, as well as our revised cooperation plan. Please take a look." I placed the documents in front of Mark, trying to keep my tone calm.

Mark casually flipped through the documents, a slight, disdainful smile playing on his lips.

"Ms. Miao, you're still not giving up. I've already made it very clear that our technology is unique, and the price cannot be lowered."

“Mr. Mark, this new cooperation proposal is beneficial to both of us, and I hope you will give it serious consideration.” I tried to control my emotions and not let my tone sound too eager.

Mark suddenly looked up. "Miss Miao, I advise you not to waste your energy. Do you think you can beat me?" His voice was deep and threatening.

I met his gaze without flinching and said firmly, "Mr. Mark."

“Justice?” Mark suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with sarcasm. “In this world, only interests are eternal. You…”

Suddenly, a rapid phone call interrupted Mark's words.

He glanced at the caller ID and his expression instantly became serious.

"What is it?" he answered the phone, his tone somewhat impatient.

As the person on the other end of the phone spoke, Mark's face grew increasingly grim. Finally, he abruptly stood up and asked in a terrified voice, "What did you say? The project base..."

The base was filled with the pungent smell of engine oil, mixed with the stench of earth, which made my stomach churn.

I covered my nose, enduring the discomfort, and looked at the mess before me—damaged equipment lying askew, wires maliciously cut, scattered on the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

The once promising project site is now completely ransacked and devastated.

I picked up the budget sheet, and the rows of numbers stung my eyes like needles.

The repair cost was three times higher than expected!

This astronomical figure is suffocating me; my heart feels like it's being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost suffocating me.

The surrounding noise and the workers' chatter seemed to be muffled by a thick pane of glass, unable to penetrate the silence around me.

I felt cold in my hands and feet, weak all over, and slumped down on a pile of waste, my vision blurring.

"Have some water." A deep voice sounded in my ear, carrying a hint of gentleness.

I looked up and saw Gong Lin standing in front of me, holding a thermos in her hand.

He was backlit, making his figure appear exceptionally tall, like a mountain, which gave me a sense of security.

I took the water glass, and the warm water slid down my throat into my stomach, dispelling the chill in my body and clearing my muddled mind.

"Thank you," I said softly, my voice terribly hoarse.

Gong Lin sat down beside me without saying a word, just quietly keeping me company.

His large, warm palm gently covered mine, and a warm current flowed from his palm to my whole body, dispelling the fear and unease in my heart.

I looked at his resolute profile; the sharp lines of his face appeared exceptionally soft in the afterglow of the setting sun. His eyes were filled with determination and support, like a beacon illuminating the path ahead for me.

We sat there quietly, without speaking, the only sounds being the mingling of our breaths and heartbeats in the air.

I know he understands my anxiety, my stress, and my helplessness. He didn't say anything, but he gave me the greatest strength.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, a bold idea.

I stood up abruptly, my gaze fixed intently on Gong Lin. "Perhaps, we can..."

A faint smell of engine oil mixed with the distinctive smell of disinfectant in the laboratory filled my nostrils.

I rubbed my sore eyes and stared at the shimmering spots under the microscope. I had been working continuously for more than ten hours.

A wave of exhaustion washed over me, almost overwhelming me.

"Miao Qing, come and take a look at this!" Researcher Chen's voice, trembling with excitement, broke the silence of the laboratory.

I quickly walked over to him and looked at the data displayed on the computer screen.

My heart skipped a beat, and a surge of electric-like excitement instantly coursed through my body.

I could hardly believe my eyes. I checked it several times, and the data was still clearly displayed there.

"We...we succeeded!" I excitedly grabbed Researcher Chen's hand, my fingertips turning slightly white from the force.

"Yes, we succeeded!" Researcher Chen's eyes gleamed with excitement, his bloodshot eyes shining brightly at that moment.

We hugged each other tightly, tears of joy blurring my vision.

This breakthrough means that we are no longer completely dependent on foreign technology, and it means that our projects have new hope!

Before this glimmer of hope could spread, it was extinguished by the sudden and devastating news.

The piercing alarm ripped through the night sky, and deafening noise came from outside the window, mixed with shouts and the sound of breaking glass.

My heart sank suddenly and an ominous premonition came over me.

I rushed to the window and saw a group of men in black frantically pounding on the main gate of the project site, their iron bars and steel pipes gleaming coldly.

They were like a pack of bloodthirsty beasts, with ferocious faces and fierce eyes.

"Boss Li's men! They're here again!" a worker shouted in terror.

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug deep into my palms, causing a sharp pain.

Li pollution, you've really gone too far!

I grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the security team's number. "Organize men immediately and stop them! Protect the equipment in the base at all costs!"

I hung up the phone, rushed out of the lab, and joined the resistance.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, and my ears were filled with shouts, roars, and the sounds of fighting.

In the chaos, I saw a man in black swinging an iron bar at me. I instinctively dodged to the side, and the iron bar grazed my shoulder, creating a gust of wind.

I punched the man in black in the face with my backhand. He screamed and fell to the ground, clutching his face.

My adrenaline surged, and I felt no pain, only a surge of anger and resentment.

Suddenly, a figure blocked my way, tall and imposing.

It's Miya Rin.

His eyes were cold and his gaze was sharp, like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," he said in a deep, powerful voice, which gave me a strange sense of security.

He grabbed the wrist of a man in black and twisted it hard, causing the steel pipe in the man's hand to fall to the ground with a thud.

Then, with a clean and swift over-the-shoulder throw, he slammed the man in black heavily to the ground.

“Gong Lin, you…” I looked at his agile movements, my heart filled with surprise.

"Don't forget my background." He smiled confidently, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Then, he lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "I think I've found some new investors..."

I watched as Gong Lin skillfully subdued the men in black, and I was utterly shocked.

His every move exuded the efficiency and ruthlessness of a soldier, as if those people weren't there to cause trouble, but rather as punching bags on his training ground.

I had never seen him so assertive before, which made me feel even safer.

"I think I've found some new investors..." he whispered in my ear, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at him with surprise and delight.

His face wore a confident smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, which made me feel as if I had seen a ray of light in the darkness.

Sure enough, the next day, several simply dressed middle-aged men came to my office, looking both uneasy and expectant.

Most of them are small business owners, or individuals who are passionate about environmental protection but have limited funds.

Gong Lin brought them here, which was hard for everyone present to believe, including Director Wang.

“Ms. Miao, we have read your project report and listened to Mr. Gong’s introduction. We think this project is very meaningful and we are willing to invest.” One of the middle-aged men pushed up his glasses and said cautiously.

Looking at the sincere expressions on their faces, I felt a surge of emotion.

Although their investments weren't large, they were enough to solve my immediate problem; at least, I could continue to launch the project.

"Thank you, thank you so much." My voice choked with emotion as I held their hands, too moved to speak.

Director Wang nodded repeatedly, "Miao Qing, it seems your project still has hope. I will do my best to coordinate for you."

Just when I thought everything was going in a positive direction, a news report once again plunged me into the abyss of public opinion.

"Shocking! Environmental protection projects hide shocking secrets, and the profit chain behind them is appalling!" On the television screen, reporter Sun's familiar yet detestable face appeared again.

His report embellished the facts, distorted the truth, and portrayed my project as a complete scam.

He described the hard-earned achievements as filthy.

My fingers gripped the remote control tightly, the veins on the back of my hand bulging, and the crackling sound was particularly jarring in the quiet room.

On the screen, reporter Sun was still talking non-stop, his spittle flying everywhere.

I felt a surge of intense anger rising from the depths of my heart, burning my chest with pain.

That reporter Sun is like a persistent ghost, determined to drive me into a corner!

Gong Lin gently grasped my hand that was tightly gripping the remote control. His hand was warm and strong, like an electric current, which slowly calmed my irritable emotions.

"Don't worry, I'm here." His deep voice carried a strange sense of security.

I looked into his eyes; they were deep and resolute, as if they could encompass everything.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the surging anger inside me.

He let go of my hand, took the remote control, and turned off the TV. The light on the screen disappeared instantly, plunging the room into darkness. I looked at him and said calmly, "I saw evidence of his lie last time."