Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

Mr. Zhang's phone call was like a pebble thrown into the calm lake of my heart, stirring up ripples.

The feeling of unease grew stronger, and I had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

Sure enough, my phone was ringing off the hook for the next few hours.

Our partners, suppliers, and even some media reporters have all called to inquire about unfounded questions regarding the quality of our products and our business operations.

I tried to remain calm and explain one point at a time, but the other party's tone became increasingly questioning and sharp.

As I watched the negative news pop up on my computer screen, the headlines were as glaring as sharp knives, piercing my heart.

"Miao Qing Company's product quality is worrying!" "A commercial fraudster! Miao Qing's success was stolen!" "Shocking! Well-known entrepreneur Miao Qing is suspected of commercial fraud!"...

These news reports are all baseless rumors, taken out of context, or even completely fabricated!

I was so angry that I trembled all over, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

At that moment, the office door was pushed open, and Wang Jing walked in with a gloomy face.

He is one of my most important business partners, and we are working closely together on this new project.

“Miao Qing, I’ve seen the news,” he said bluntly, his tone icy. “The situation is very unfavorable for you right now, and I need to consider the safety of my investments.” I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

“Mr. Wang, these news reports are all fake. Someone is maliciously slandering me. I will investigate as soon as possible and give everyone an explanation.” “As soon as possible? I’m afraid it’s too late,” Wang Jing interrupted me without any mercy. “My company’s stock price has already started to fall. Who will bear my losses? I’ve decided to withdraw my investment.” I argued my case, explaining that this was just a temporary crisis and that my company had the strength to overcome the difficulties, but Wang Jing’s attitude was firm and unmoved.

My heart sank little by little, and the immense pressure almost made it hard for me to breathe.

Just then, the office door was pushed open again... "Gong Lin!" I blurted out.

Gong Lin strode up to me and pulled me into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." His deep voice rang in my ears, like a warm current that dispelled the chill in my heart.

His unique scent, mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, gave me a strange sense of peace.

He gently pushed me away, took my hand, and looked at me with a firm gaze.

"How is the situation now?" His tone was calm and composed, as if everything was under his control.

I briefly recounted the events to him, including the unfounded accusations, the media frenzy, and Wang Jing's decision to withdraw his investment.

After hearing this, Gong Lin frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"What evidence? What evidence do they have?" His voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

I shook my head and gave a bitter smile.

"These are all baseless accusations and taken out of context; there is no substantial evidence whatsoever."

"That's good," Gong Lin said, a confident smile appearing on his lips.

“Without evidence, they have no grounds for protest. Qingqing, believe me, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and clear your name.” His eyes were full of trust and determination, as if giving me a shot of adrenaline.

Wang Jing snorted coldly from the side, "Young Master Gong, I know you have great power, but this matter has already caused a huge uproar, and the stock price has plummeted. Even if Miao Qing's innocence is eventually proven, the losses have already been incurred. I still maintain that I must withdraw my investment, and this is for my own benefit."

Gong Lin glanced at him coldly. "President Wang, why are you in such a hurry to withdraw your investment? Are you hiding something?" His tone was icy, and his eyes were sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts.

Wang Jing's expression changed, his eyes flickered, and he stammered, unable to speak.

Gong Lin ignored him and turned to me, saying, "Qingqing, don't worry, I'm here for you. The most important thing now is to stabilize the situation and not panic." He held my hand tightly, giving me strength.

I nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to stay calm.

Gong Lin's arrival was like a reassurance, gradually calming my previously panicked heart.

I know that with him by my side, I will definitely be able to get through this difficult time.

“We will not hold a press conference yet.” I looked at Gong Lin, my tone firm.

“Holding a press conference will only make things more chaotic.” Gong Lin nodded in agreement. He knew me and knew I wouldn’t fight an unprepared battle.

I started by investigating from within the company to calm the employees and stabilize morale.

Chen Yuzhen, my public relations manager, was frantic, but she was helpless in the face of such a large-scale media attack.

I told her to first collect all the negative reports, sort out the key points, and then contact a few relatively friendly media outlets, and not to make any statements for the time being, but to wait and see.

Next, I began investigating the partners and suppliers I had recently contacted, trying to find out who was behind it all.

My intuition tells me that this matter is inextricably linked to Zhou Cheng.

That old fox has always seen me as a thorn in his side and has been working against me at every turn.

I asked Gong Lin to contact a private investigator to conduct an in-depth investigation into Zhou Cheng's company and the people closely associated with him.

At the same time, I also began to carefully study those negative reports, trying to find some clues.

A few days later, the private investigator reported that Zhou Cheng had been in frequent contact with a business investigator named Sun Zhijun.

This Sun Zhijun has a bad reputation; he was expelled from the industry association for fabricating evidence.

I immediately realized that this might be a breakthrough.

I went to see Sun Zhijun in person and asked him bluntly, "How much money did Zhou Cheng pay you to frame me?" His eyes darted around, and he avoided my gaze, stammering, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

I sneered, "Sun Zhijun, do you think you've covered your tracks perfectly? I already have enough evidence to ruin your reputation. You'd better confess honestly, or I might spare your life."

Under my coercion and enticement, Sun Zhijun finally succumbed to the pressure and confessed that Zhou Cheng had instructed him to fabricate evidence to frame me.

I made him hand over all the evidence and promised to help him break free from Zhou Cheng's control.

Holding the evidence provided by Sun Zhijun, I was filled with the joy of victory.

I was just about to contact Gong Lin to share the good news with him when suddenly my phone rang.

It was Gong Lin calling.

“Qingqing,” his voice sounded somewhat grave, “I’ve found out something…” He paused, then slowly said, “Sun Zhijun… is dead.”

"Dead?" My hand gripping the phone tightened suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Is Sun Zhijun dead?

How could it be such a coincidence?

Right after he confessed everything?

"How did you die?" My voice trembled slightly.

"The police's initial assessment is suicide," Gong Lin's voice was low and heavy, "but there are some suspicious points at the scene, making it seem like a homicide staged as a suicide." My heart sank. This was clearly a murder to cover it up!

Zhou Cheng, you're so ruthless!

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

"I understand." I hung up the phone, my heart filled with anger and unease.

Sun Zhijun's death made things even more complicated.

Although I obtained the evidence he provided, now that he is dead, the validity of that evidence has been greatly reduced.

I must find more and stronger evidence to completely bring down Zhou Cheng!

I sat in my office, going through the materials provided by Sun Zhijun over and over again, trying to find new clues.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Has anyone in the company seen Sun Zhijun?

I immediately gathered all the company employees and questioned them one by one.

Most people said they had never seen Sun Zhijun, but an inconspicuous little employee named Li Mei timidly raised her hand.

"Mr. Miao, I...I think I've seen him before."

Li Mei is a cleaner at the company. She is usually quiet and taciturn, and few people notice her.

I gestured for her to continue.

“That night I was working overtime cleaning when I saw a suspicious man enter the company. Later I found out that the man was Sun Zhijun from the news…” Li Mei’s voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

"Where did he go?" I pressed.

“He…he went to the archives…” Li Mei’s voice trembled.

Archives?

My heart skipped a beat, and a sense of foreboding washed over me.

I rushed to the archives, only to find...

The door lock has been pried open!

I rushed in and searched high and low, only to find that an important document was missing!

That document contained evidence of all of Zhou Cheng's illegal and criminal activities!

"Damn it!" I slammed my fist on the table, my heart filled with anger and frustration.

Zhou Cheng, you beat me to it!

Just then, Gong Lin called again.

“Qingqing,” his voice was urgent and anxious, “you’d better come to the police station…” He paused, then said, word by word, “The police found… your fingerprints at Sun Zhijun’s residence.”