Because the funds couldn’t be drawn, he took a great risk to secure financing, waiting for the new stock to hit the market. Even if he could make it, loan applications still had to go through formal legal procedures with the bank. Unfortunately, President Li kept dragging his feet, wasting all the best opportunities. Yun Shen, refusing to do nothing, decided to board the train first and buy a ticket later, expecting that the paperwork would be in order by the time the new stock was launched. But now, with this incident, unless he resorted to extreme measures, there was no way the bank would approve it. Zhuanyi International breached the contract; to put it nicely, they sought gain and avoided harm, but in truth, they were betraying trust and abandoning loyalty. Indeed, he was caught between two fires, beset on all sides. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noⅴelfire.net Yun Shen, on the contrary, became even more composed, his fingers gently tapping on the desk surface, "Help me schedule a meeting with President Qin, I want to talk to him personally." Soon, Liang Yu replied, "President Qin’s plane took off an hour ago, he’s gone to Africa on a business trip..." How could it be such a coincidence? "Then find the person in charge at Zhuanyi, no matter what, we must secure this deal," he said, his eyes sharp, his voice cold. "And for Li Liang, find someone to press him. If soft tactics won’t work, go in hard." Liang Yu hesitated for a moment, "The top priority now is to salvage our reputation. Shenghua controls the public opinion of most of the entertainment industry; reaching out to them now is the best option." Yun’s and Shenghua were rivals; approaching them now, wouldn’t that be like asking to be the butt of their jokes? But if they allowed public opinion to continue spiraling, Yun’s reputation would be seriously damaged. How could investors trust such a company? With stock prices plummeting, bankruptcy wouldn’t be far off. Yun Shen rubbed his temples, "Help me contact President Ye." As Liang Yu went off to handle things, Yun Shen took out his cellphone, casually scrolled through Weibo, where everywhere was a barrage of curses. There were even those who compared him to contemporary betrayers like Chen Shimei and Simen Qing, making Yun Shen so angry that he crushed his phone in his hand. Taking a deep breath, he took out another phone from the drawer and dialed a number. The car stopped outside Zelin Apartments. Miaomiao was somewhat tired; lifted from the vehicle by Yan Song, she didn’t check her buzzing phone, instead burying her face in his embrace while waiting for the elevator. The shrill, piercing ring of the phone grated on Miaomiao’s eardrum. She took it out and saw it was from Yun Shen. With a smirk, she turned the phone off. At this moment, you can stew in your own mess. Stepping out of the elevator, Yan Song retrieved the keys to open the door. As he inserted the key into the lock, Miaomiao, suddenly recalling something, leaped from his embrace and backed against the door, looking up at him. "Brother Yan, I just remembered something very important." "Hmm?" Yan Song raised an eyebrow. "I... I’m a bit tired. I want to go back to sleep, Brother Yan. You can leave me here. Good night, Brother Yan..." she said, turning to enter the apartment. Yan Song grabbed her arm, "What are you up to?" Miaomiao sighed, resignedly saying, "Miaomiao is at home, I’m afraid he would be unhappy to see you..." Yan Song frowned deeply, "Why would he be unhappy to see me? I’m not a monster," and moreover, Miaomiao’s attitude made it seem as if they were doing something shameful. Pressing her lips together, Miaomiao looked up and smiled at him, "Well, at first Miaomiao might be a bit resistant to you. Actually, he’s just not used to strangers. Once he gets to know you, it’ll be fine." Yan Song nodded, "Don’t worry, if he’s your brother, he’s my brother too." Those words made Miaomiao blush slightly. Miaomiao opened the door, and she and Yan Song went in, one after the other. In the living room, Miaomiao was watching cartoons on the couch—classic Tom and Jerry. Delighted with the dialogue-free animation, Miaomiao laughed heartily. Uncle Chang sat on a small stool beside the couch, reading a newspaper. When he saw Miaomiao and Yan Song return, Uncle Chang immediately put down his paper and stood up. "Uncle Chang, thank you for your hard work." Seeing Miaomiao, the boy leaped joyfully off the couch and threw himself at her like a child with a tight embrace. Yan Song’s eyes narrowed slightly. This fellow was too clingy to Miaomiao. It made him very uncomfortable inside, yet they were siblings, and with Miaomiao’s disability and his mental issues, what was he being so petty for? But he couldn’t help feeling petty, even if it were his own son with Miaomiao, he couldn’t stand it. Yan Song felt agonizing discomfort, his expression growing dark. "Since the lady has returned, I’ll be on my way," said Uncle Chang, waving to Miaomiao. As he passed Yan Song, he nodded before leaving.