Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

My heart sank. My loan application was rejected, and the sense of crisis of a broken cash flow gripped my throat like a cold hand.

Tax evasion?

This is simply nonsense!

All my accounts are clear and detailed, and every transaction is recorded.

I took a deep breath and tried to keep myself calm.

“Comrade, I think there must be some misunderstanding here.” I tried to explain calmly. “All my accounts can withstand scrutiny.” Gong Lin stood behind me, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, silently giving me strength.

The man remained expressionless: "Please cooperate with our work."

Just as I was about to go with them, Mr. Wang, the owner of the farmers' market, suddenly appeared.

He anxiously pushed through the crowd and walked up to me.

"Miao Qing, what happened? I heard you're in trouble?" he asked, feigning surprise, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. Boss Wang had actually been looking for opportunities to expand his influence in the farmers' market. He saw potential in Miao Qing's strawberries, but had hesitated before. Now that Miao Qing was in crisis, he saw it as a good opportunity to do him a favor and profit at the same time, but he was conflicted, as taking advantage of someone's misfortune wasn't exactly honorable.

Before I could answer, he turned to the uniformed man and said, "Comrade, Miao Qing is an outstanding merchant in our market. She has always abided by the law. There must be some misunderstanding here!"

Mr. Wang's appearance surprised me somewhat.

He had been hesitant about giving me strawberries, so why is he suddenly so enthusiastic today?

Before I could think it through, Boss Wang pulled me aside and said in a low voice, "Miao Qing, your strawberries are in high demand right now! I've noticed you've been expanding production recently. Are you having some cash flow problems? I've always been very optimistic about your products and am willing to invest some of my capital in you. The condition is that you give me some sales privileges in my market..."

His words struck me deeply.

Should I offer help in my time of need, or take advantage of his misfortune? I was torn. On one hand, the crisis of a broken cash flow was like a mountain pressing down on me, and his investment was undoubtedly a lifeline. On the other hand, I knew that if I agreed to his terms, I might face many restrictions in the future. My strawberry business had its own plans, and I couldn't blindly accept them just because of a temporary predicament.

As I hesitated about how to respond, I suddenly heard a cold snort behind me: "Boss Wang is really well-informed." I turned around and saw that Gong Lin was standing behind us at some point, his face terribly gloomy.

He stepped forward, blocking my way, and stared sharply at Boss Wang. "Boss Wang's plan is really shrewd."

Boss Wang's expression changed, and he chuckled dryly, "Young man, you're joking. I just wanted to help Miao Qing..."

Gong Lin sneered, interrupting him: "We appreciate Mr. Wang's kindness. However, we will handle our own affairs." He turned to look at me, his eyes filled with determination, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, which gleamed metallically in the sunlight, as if it were a magical artifact in his hand. He expertly dialed a number, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, all eyes fixed on him.

The moment the call connected, Gong Lin's eyes turned incredibly cold. He spoke a few words briefly and forcefully, each word like a bullet: "I am Gong Lin. You must come to the farmers' market immediately. Someone has forged documents to frame an innocent person. You need to investigate this thoroughly."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone. The entire market was so quiet that only the tense breathing of everyone could be heard. Then, a whooshing sound came, and several police cars arrived and stopped at the market entrance.

Several uniformed police officers got out of the car and walked straight toward us.

The lead officer walked up to Gong Lin and saluted: "Captain Gong." I stared wide-eyed in surprise, completely bewildered.

Gong Lin returned the greeting, a cold glint flashing in his deep eyes. Like a cheetah locking onto its prey, he slowly raised his hand, pointing at the uniformed man who had previously made things difficult for me. His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable authority: "This man is suspected of forging documents and maliciously framing others. Take him back for investigation."

Upon hearing this, the man's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. His face turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. His lips trembled as he tried to protest, "I...I didn't. What evidence do you have?" Gong Lin ignored him, simply waving his hand. Two policemen walked over like iron towers, and without a word, they grabbed him and dragged him to the car. The man struggled, still shouting "Innocent!", but his voice was quickly drowned out by the roar of the police car engine.

Mr. Wang watched in stunned silence, his face turning extremely pale.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing and slunk away.

The matter was resolved so quickly that I was caught off guard.

I looked at Gong Lin in confusion: "You... how did you do that?" He smiled, not answering my question directly, but saying, "Now, we can talk about serious matters." Serious matters?

What's the business?

Just when I was completely confused, Director Li appeared.

He walked up to me with a fawning expression, rubbing his hands together, and said, "Miao Qing, I heard you've been having some cash flow problems lately? Look, we've been cooperating for so long, I'm willing to lower the raw material price for you a bit more, what do you think?" I sneered. This old fox, he's got his information.

When I begged him to lower the price before, he made all sorts of excuses. Now that he sees I have a new source of funds, he immediately changed his attitude. It's disgusting.

"Director Li, I think the current price is reasonable, and there's no need to lower it further," I said coldly, refusing him.

Factory Director Li's expression changed, and his tone hardened: "Miao Qing, don't be so stubborn! The price I've given you is already the lowest I can offer. If you still don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being impolite!"

I slowly stood up, my eyes flashing with a chilling light that seemed to pierce through Director Li's disguise. I took a small step forward, each step carrying an undeniable force. Gong Lin stepped forward, blocking my way, his gaze fixed intently on Director Li: "You, how do you intend to be impolite?"

His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling pressure.

I gently patted Gong Lin's shoulder, signaling him to step aside, and then faced Factory Director Li directly, my eyes filled with provocation: "Factory Director Li, do you think you still have the right to be impolite to me? Do you think I'm still the Miao Qing who begged you to lower the price?" He trembled under my gaze, his momentum immediately weakened, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Gong Lin stood behind me, his hand gripping my shoulder tightly, silently offering me strength. I could feel the warmth of his palm, a familiar and reassuring sensation. Gong Lin, this man who had always silently protected me, his past was like a fog to me. I only knew he had powerful connections and resources, but why was he going to such lengths to help me? Was it because of his feelings for me, or was there another reason?

Just then, my phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number.

I answered the phone, and before I could even speak, I heard the other person say, "Miao Qing? I have a collaboration project about your strawberries that I'd like to discuss with you..." I glanced at Gong Lin, who gave me an encouraging look.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, you name a time and place..." Hanging up the phone, I turned to look at Gong Lin: "I..." Gong Lin interrupted me, saying firmly, "There's no need to look for other investors..."

The voice on the other end of the phone had an irresistible allure; it wasn't just a business opportunity, but more like a premonition, a guidance.

Gong Lin held my hand, and the warmth of his palm gave me strength.

He said there was no need to find other investors. At that moment, I chose to believe him, and also trusted my own intuition.

I didn't immediately agree to the cooperation on the other end of the phone. Instead, I turned to the anxious Factory Director Li and said, "Factory Director Li, I'd like to add one more condition to our previous cooperation." Factory Director Li paused, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes, but quickly, his survival instinct kicked in, and he nodded vigorously, "Miao Qing, tell me, what condition? As long as I can do it..."

I curled the corners of my lips and said calmly, "I want you to improve the production line and enhance the processing quality of strawberries. I want to make jam, dried strawberries, and strawberry juice..." Director Li's face turned somewhat grim. Improving the production line required a large sum of money, which was undoubtedly a huge risk for him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but didn't dare.

After all, the initiative is now in my hands.

I looked at him and said firmly, "Director Li, this is a win-win situation. Only by increasing the added value of our products can we remain invincible in the market. Don't worry, I will provide technical support, and we will split all the costs of improving the production line."

After hesitating for a moment, Director Li finally gritted his teeth and agreed to my conditions.

I know he's gambling, gambling that my product will succeed.

But I'm also taking a gamble, betting on my vision and my abilities.

After improving the production line, our products became even more popular.

Strawberry jam, dried strawberries, and strawberry juice are all in high demand and short supply.

Merchants who were initially hesitant have now come to us wanting to become our agents.

Looking at the mountain of orders, I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Just when I thought everything was going in the right direction, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

A familiar figure walked in, a sinister smile on his face.

"Miao Qing, long time no see..." Chen Shuisheng!

His appearance made my heart skip a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up inside me.

Why did he suddenly appear here?

What does he want to do?

Chen Shuisheng's nauseating smile instantly set off my alarm bells.

He swaggered over to my desk, giving my office a pretentious once-over, and said sarcastically, "Hey, Miao Qing, business's doing pretty well! This office's much more impressive than mine." I stared at him coldly, as if he were a clown.

I knew he had no good intentions today.

"I heard you recently launched a few new strawberry products, and they're selling quite well, huh?" he said with a forced smile, but his eyes gleamed with malice. "However, I heard..." he deliberately dragged out his words, paused, and then lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious, "I heard that your products... seem to have some problems."

My heart sank. Sure enough, he came.

I suppressed my anger and asked coldly, "What did you hear?"

"I heard..." he leaned closer to me mysteriously and said in a voice only the two of us could hear, "I heard that your strawberries were ripened with chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and that eating them would be harmful to your health."

When he said there was something wrong with my strawberries, I jumped to my feet, the chair scraping against my back. I glared at him, my eyes burning with fury, my fists clenched tightly as if to hold all my anger. I said, each word distinct, "You're lying! My strawberries are all naturally grown; there's absolutely nothing wrong with them!"

The air around me seemed to ignite with my anger, becoming scorching hot.

He shrugged, looking innocent, and said, "I didn't say that. I just heard it from others. Now it's all over the place, and your products aren't selling anymore." As he spoke, he pulled a newspaper from his pocket and threw it on my table.

"See for yourself."

I picked up the newspaper, and saw the headline on the front page: "Shocking! The popular strawberry is actually a poisonous strawberry!" Below it was a blurry photo, saying that someone had experienced diarrhea and vomiting after eating my strawberries.

I was so angry I was shaking. This was clearly malicious slander!

Chen Shuisheng's opponent, seeing my exasperated state, revealed a smug smile.

"Miao Qing, do you really think you can defeat me? Let me tell you, if I want to, I can make you worthless!"

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

I grabbed his arm and roared, "Stop right there! I won't let you ruin me so easily!"

He sneered, shook off my hand, and said, "We'll see!" After saying that, he walked out of the office without looking back.

I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug deep into my flesh.

Rumors, like viruses, spread rapidly and are difficult to control once they begin to circulate.

I must find a solution to this problem as soon as possible, otherwise all my hard work will be in vain...

I picked up the phone and dialed Gong Lin's number.

My voice trembled the moment the call connected: "Gong Lin...something happened..."