Summer #29

Don't Turn from Summer (莫负寒夏) by Ding Mo (丁墨)

Chapter 29

It’s all quiet around them. It’s so warm in Lin Mochen’s arms. In Mu Hanxia’s heart, there’s a blank turbulence.

Then she smiles and says, “Jason, what are you doing? Do you possibly need warmth from others?”

These words don’t sound very agreeable to Lin Mochen. He calmly loosens up the hug. But his hands slip down and hold on to hers. He asks, “Are you still cold? You are ill.”

The low voice is right at Mu Hanxia’s ear. She draws her hand from his without any hesitation and says, “I’m fine.”

Lin Mochen’s hands are now empty, but his expression remains unchanged.

They are nestling together on the heap, their body closely snuggled with each other. Mu Hanxia props herself up with both hands and is just going to climb down, when Lin Mochen presses lightly on her shoulders to stop her. He jumps down first―He is tall with long legs so it’s easy for him to do that―then turns and stretches out his hand to her, “Now come down.”

Mu Hanxia gives her hand to him without showing any awkwardness and jumps down. The moment she lands, he holds her lightly at the waist. Mu Hanxia is taken aback.

It is indeed a very common gesture. But when his fingers touch her waist, she feels some kind of slight shiver within herself, as if little ripples are stirred up in a quiet lake. There’s something strange about the strength of his fingers or the way he holds her.

But when she looks up, she only sees his cool face. And the hand has also left her.

So Mu Hanxia tells herself that she must have been over-sensitive.

After all, she’s the one who has something hidden in her heart.

They walk toward the outside. Mu Hanxia asks, “Not too much trouble out there, I hope?”

Lin Mochen replies, “Except for you, what trouble can there be?”

The response sounds a little weird and Mu Hanxia glances at him with some confusion.

Quickly they come across a few colleagues including Fang Kun. Lin Mochen tells her, “Take good care of Summer.” Then with a glance at Mu Hanxia, he goes to the front with a few male colleagues to handle the remaining issues.

Mu Hanxia watches as he goes away. She is really tired and uncomfortable, so she leans on Fang Kun and says, “Sorry, I made you worry.” Fang Kun says it’s OK and helps her out the factory. The night is so cold and so quiet. They walk a while under the dark sky and Fang Kun starts to say, “Summer, you don’t know how Chief Lin was worried about you. When you couldn’t be found, his expression was so terrifying that we just didn’t dare to look. I’ve never seen him like this. It’s like he’s going to kill someone.”

Mu Hanxia is surprised. Then she glances at her and smiles, “Now you don’t know that Jason is actually someone who’s cold on the outside but warm in the heart. When I worked in the supermarket with him in Jiang City, he always earnestly worried about his employees when they were sick or had injury, even though he didn’t say anything out loud.” This is purely her fabrication. Even though Lin Mochen never treats his employees lightly, “earnestly worrying?” How can it be possible? But Fang Kun is sold by her words, “Oh, so he is?” She murmurs, “I honestly didn’t know about this...”

“Yes, he is just such a person.” Mu Hanxia replies. She looks up at the dark sky that is slightly fading. It’s almost dawn.

The apartment is not suitable to stay, so Mu Hanxia is sent to stay in a hotel by the colleagues. She has a hotel room all to herself. Lying in the big bed and staring at the dim sky outside the window, she just can’t fall asleep

After tossing and turning for some time, she receives a message on the cellphone.

Lin Mochen: “Asleep?”

Mu Hanxia doesn’t know where he is right now and what he’s doing. She wraps herself tightly in the quilt and replies, “No. Are you done with those things?”

The next moment, Lin Mochen’s phone call comes in.

“Why not sleeping yet?” He asks.

Mu Hanxia hears his voice with a little echo and knows he’s still out somewhere. She replies, “I’m almost asleep.”

He’s quiet for a moment and says, “I have something to do right now. If you have anything or feel uncomfortable, call me anytime.”

Mu Hanxia is also quiet for a few seconds with the phone in hand. Then she smiles, “Thanks. But why should I call you? You’re not even a doctor. It doesn’t seem to be helpful even if I called you.”

“How would you know it won’t be helpful?” He says lightly, “Doctors with two legs can be found anywhere, but how many Lin Mochens are there?”

Mu hanxia: “...”

“Remember that.” He says and hangs up.

Mu Hanxia puts down the phone and looks up at the lonely sky outside the window. After staring blankly for a while, she closes her eyes and tries to fall asleep.

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Mu Hanxia rests at the hotel for a whole day and returns to the company the next day, when she learns that Lin Mochen is on a business trip in Beijing. She hears that the incident at that night was handled without further trouble. Most of the gangsters were captured by the police and Xie Lin was also taken to the police station for an interrogation. It’s not clear what happened next. As to Lin Mochen, he went to meet some venture capitalists. Because Feng Chen has been developing smoothly and the valuation has reached over a hundred million, it can develop at a even more incredible speed if there is additional large investment.

And Lin Mochen will in turn enjoy a multiplication of his valuation.

During the two days he’s away, Mu Hanxia feels that he might call her sometime, which makes her kind of restless in the heart.

However, he hasn’t called. He hasn’t contacted her at all, not with even a text message.

In fact, in the skyscraper in Beijing, when Lin Mochen is done with business talks and is standing by the window alone, with a cup of coffee in his hand, gazing out at the city’s skyline, all he is thinking about is her. He takes out the cellphone and looks at her number. But then he just smiles and puts the phone back into his pocket.

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The hotel where Mu Hanxia temporary stays is very near the company. But there’s only she who stays here. Fang Kun and the other few who came from Beijing are staying at another hotel. She figures it must be because there aren’t enough hotel rooms and didn’t bother to ask any questions about it.

Today she’s off work and is walking back to the hotel. On the way she passes the apparel stores of other brands. No matter they are some nationally well-known brands or the brands from the Rong Yue Group, the most powerful incorporate in the grand southwestern area, none of them has as many customers as Feng Chen. This makes her secretly happy. But when she thinks about Lin Mochen, whose enterprise is getting bigger and bigger, she somehow feels empty and lost.

The east breeze picks up and the dusk clouds are soft but cold. She strolls back to the fountain pool at the hotel entrance, only to see a familiar figure standing by the flowerbed.

He is back.

In his black parka covered with dust from the trip, he is standing there talking on the phone. He sees her as well, his eyes clear and bright.

Mu Hanxia walks over: “Jason.”

He nods. Although he’s still on the phone, his eyes are locked on her. “Hmm...enjoy a good meal.” He urges the person on the other end of the phone with a gentle voice.

Mu Hanxia smiles and turns to go upstairs first. But his hand is quick to grab her by the arm and he hangs up the phone.

“It’s my little sister.” He says, “my real sister.”

Mu Hanxia is surprised, “You have a little sister?”

“Hmm.” A hint of smile appears in his eyes, “She’s right in Lin City and is in her last year of high school right now. You two will have plenty of chance to meet each other later.”

Mu Hanxia tries not to think too much of the implications in his words, but she feels more comfortable at hearing it was her sister. “Oh...” She says, “When did you come back?”

“Just now.” He says, “Let’s go have dinner. I have something to tell to you.”

Summer #28

Don't Turn from Summer (莫负寒夏) by Ding Mo (丁墨)

Chapter 28

The dark clouds are lingering on the horizon. The room is also gloomy. Mu Hanxia wraps herself tightly into the quilt and sneezes. She feels so dizzy. The colleague in the next room comes in and asks: “Summer, what’s the matter?”

“Seems I’ve caught a cold.”

The colleague reaches for her forehead: “Ah, you’re having a fever. Do you want to go see the doctor?”

“Please bring the thermometer and the fever reducer for me. They’re both in the second drawer.”

“OK.” The colleague says as she takes them over, “You are so considerate, having these things all prepared.”

Mu Hanxia replies with her slight hoarse voice, “Of course, what a considerate person I am...” The colleague chuckles at her joking words.

In fact, this habit was formed since she started to live alone. The work in supermarket was tough and she was self-teaching the college courses at the same time, so she couldn’t afford to get sick or ask for leaves. But she has always been strong and healthy. Now she finally gets sick, probably because she has been so very busy with the opening of new stores.

The colleague figures that her situation isn’t too bad, so she goes off to work and asks for a sick leave for her. Mu Hanxia takes her medicine and feels even dizzier. Before she dozes off, she suddenly thinks of Lin Mochen. She wonders somewhat perversely, will he worry about her?

Not knowing how long she has been sleeping, in the drowsiness, she feels a cool hand touching her forehead. She struggles to open her eyes and sees the soft light in the room. His eyes are right below the light, gazing at her a little displeased.

“Why not go to see the doctor?” he asks.

“None of your business.” She stubbornly replies.

He is quiet for a few moments. And Mu Hanxia can hardly keep her eyes open in her drowsiness.

After a while, she feels her hand grabbed by someone.

After another while, the room goes dark and quiet.

Her heart is like a vast deserted plain, with only wind blowing low across the ground.

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Everybody can see that the boss is in a bad mood today. While inspecting the workshops, his face is constantly overcast. If someone comes to talk to him or report something, his response still sounds normal, but the attitude is tepid. So quickly nobody ventures forward, leaving him alone in front of the production line.

Lin Mochen looks with a cold face at the final products coming out from the production line. Very good, he’s very satisfied. But when he thinks of Mu Hanxia, who’s sick in bed, he just feels some kind of anxiety growing quietly within himself. But these feelings are like the rocks beneath the water surface, they won’t get above the quiet surface. After a while, he laughs at himself, takes a deep breath, adjusts his mood, and goes to the production management department to check the production progress.

It is past 11 o’clock at night when the security guard comes with the alarm

“Chief Lin! Some hooligans are at the factory gate, breaking things and making trouble!”

Everyone is stunned. Lin Mochen asks: “Have you called the police?”

The security manager answers: “Will call at once!”

Lin Mochen then tells a manager beside him in a low voice: “Go give Deputy Huang a call.” “OK.”

Although the accident happens all in a sudden, the responses have been orderly. When Lin Mochen and his people come out from the workshop, all the lights in the factory have been turned on and are shining brightly. It undoubtedly has some intimidating effect on the gangsters at the gate. Lin Mochen’s people look around and only see about 30 guys crowding the gate with iron rods in their hands. But they haven’t broken in.

Of course, the main reason why they haven’t broken in is that there are about 20 security guards blocking the gate. Even though the number of guards are a little fewer, they are all very tall and strong with a fierce look. And they also have iron rods or hammers in their hands... The two groups stand on the two sides of the gate, cursing and scolding each other. A group fight may break out at any moment.

“Thank god Chief Lin was foretelling.” The security manager says, hardly over with the shock, “we got in touch with the district police station a few days ago, and he insists that we double up our security staff, and increases the number of guards on night shifts. Turns out you saw this coming this early on.” Hardly has he finished his words, there rush in over 20 workers at the news, each of them having something in hand. The security instantly gains in momentum, their yelling and scolding drowning those of the mob outside the gate.

Lin Mochen smiles slightly and says, “To deal with hooligans, certainly we will do it their way. A loser like Xie Lin, what other tricks can he play? Tell them, don’t really fight. Keeping them under control is good enough. The police is coming any moment.”

“Yes, sir.”

The night is dark, and the situation is settled.

Just as Lin Mochen turns to go back in, someone nearby puts down his cellphone and says anxiously: “Bad news, Chief Lin, some hooligans went to the employee apartments and vandalized stuff there!”

Now Lin Mochen is stunned. Someone asks: “What’s the matter?”

“When our two female colleagues who live in the apartments went home after work just now, they saw some gangsters surrounding the building. They didn’t dare to go closer, so they went back to hide in the office.”

“Is there anyone else in the apartments?”

“Not sure. But there shouldn’t be any.”

Lin Mochen is silent for a few seconds and says coldly, “Who says there isn’t any?” The others don’t know what he is saying, but his face is already covered with coldness and he starts toward the back gate of the factory.

Out of the gate, there is a quiet road, with only street lights soundlessly shining. Lin Mochen walks swiftly along the road, his expression getting worse and worse. He foresaw what would happen at the factory, but didn’t think about the apartments. He dials Mu Hanxia’s number but nobody answers. He then call the other female colleagues but nobody knows how she’s doing right now.

Lin Mochen didn’t drive his car to work today. He walks some more before he finally gets a taxi. He calms down in the taxi, calls his assistant to call police immediately and to bring some more people over. After that, he calls Mu Hanxia again and again, but still no one answers.

In a little while, he’s outside the apartment building.

There’s a police car nearby, surrounded by some residents. Two police officers are asking them something. There’s wood club on the ground, as well as a garbage can that’s kicked over. Looks like there has been a fight.

Lin Mochen ignores the police officers and goes directly into the building and upstairs.

The door is ajar and there are many traces of hitting on it. Chill rises from Lin Mochen’s heart. He pushes the door open and goes in, but there’s nobody in there. He rushes into her room. The quilt is in disorder. She must have got up and left in a hurry.

When several other colleagues arrive, they see Lin Mochen standing in Mu Hanxia’s room with an extremely grim face.

“Where’s Hanxia?” Someone asks.

The girls who shares the apartment with her starts to cry, “What happened to her? Just now I heard the police say that they captured a cellphone, something the gangsters grabbed from a girl.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t get into danger! The police have arrested those gangsters, but they haven’t seen her.”

“So where’s she? She still has fever and may still be dizzy.”

Lin Mochen suddenly turns and walks out of the door.

Back to the factory again, it’s in a great commotion with the police vehicles, sirens, the escaping hooligans, the chasing police officers, as well as the security staff and workers among them.

Lin Mochen avoids them and goes in through a side door. He asks the first employee whom he knows, “Have you seen Mu Hanxia?”

The employee is all bewildered: “No. Chief Lin, it’s so messy here. You’d better stay away from it.”

Lin Mochen doesn’t reply and just walks farther into the factory with big strides.

The night is so noisy. Some people are walking around. The yelling and calling can be heard from the distance. There’s not a corner that’s quiet in such a big factory. Lin Mochen goes through the workshops, and then turns to the offices, but still doesn’t see her. The anxious flame in his heart is getting more and more violent.

He then walks toward the few rows of workshops deeper in the back. Just as he gets onto the shadowy path, there he sees the familiar figure of hers standing. He abruptly stops and stares at her from the back, She coughs lightly and then starts to walk on. Her footsteps sound very heavy.

Two workers walk toward them. Mu Hanxia calls out, “Have you seen Lin Mochen, Chief Lin?” Not every worker knows the boss of the company. They shake their heads, confused, “Who?”

Mu Hanxia is a little frustrated. She coughs a little more and says, “Please lend me your cellphone for a moment. I’m Mu Hanxi, the marketing manager.”

They give her the cellphone with a little hesitation. One says, “Well, Manager, are you OK with the wounds on your face? Don’t you need to go to the hospital?”

Mu Hanxia says: “I’m fine.”

Lin Mochen can’t see her front. He can only vaguely hear what they are saying. He sees her covering her mouth, coughing badly, and then picking up the phone.

The phone in his pocket begins to vibrate. The vibration goes on and on. He doesn’t pick up but just stares at her. Lin Mochen is under the spell of some complicated and unspeakable emotion. That emotion has been twirling in his heart for too many days. He doesn’t want to pick up the phone. He only wants to keep his eyes on her to see what else she is going to do. He sees her return the phone to the workers and continue forward.

Lin Mochen passes the two workers and follows her. On this quiet path, there are only the two of them.

At last, at the door of a workshop, she stops and goes in.

This is the final product packing workshop. At this time, there’s no one in it. Only the row of night lights on the wall are shedding gentle light. Lin Mochen stands outside for a while before he also goes in. He only gets into the door when he sees that she has climbed onto a huge stack of clothes and sit right at the top with her back toward him and talking to herself.

“Lin Mochen, you are so hard to find.” She sighs.

Lin Mochen doesn’t move, but the corners of his mouth goes slightly up.

She raises her hand and covers her forehead, appearing to be a little uncomfortable. Lin Mochen can imagine that the forehead must be very hot. He also sees part of her cheek. It is blue and black and swollen. The sight instantly makes Lin Mochen’s expression turn cold again.

“You will be fine. Such a shrewd one like you...” She is murmuring, “But I’m just afraid that Xie is coming specially to you for the revenge.”

She suddenly lies down slowly onto the pile of clothes, then her hand slowly moves down to cover her eyes.

“Don’t let anything happen to you... I’m really muddy-headed. I can’t find you, but I can just stay here to guard the products for you...”

Lin Mochen looks at the light overhead that’s shining on both of them like streams of flowing water. She is lying there in the clothes in a rather disorderly manner, completely still. Only the thin shoulders of hers shake slightly with the constant coughing. Lin Mochen has never been someone whose emotions get affected easily, but right now he can’t help but imagine that she could have hidden in the apartment, but instead came out because she’s worried about him. He can’t help but imagine that she fought with the gangsters and got away with a bruised face and the cellphone robbed. In such a bad situation, she still came looking for him.

She is not a stupid woman, how much help can she be when she does all this?

She just wants to find him, to be with him.

When she worries about him.

Lin Mochen suddenly realizes, as if enlightened by a shower of wisdom, that he himself is the one who’s been muddy-headed.

All these days. How ridiculous, and how stupid.

It’s not that he can’t see the affection hidden in her eyes, or that he hasn’t realized the tiny and silent undercurrents between them―ever since their first encounter the night of the car accident―quietly but steadily.

But, he just chose not to proceed. Both his sense and sensibility were against it.

Because, ever since he was born, everything he’s got is the best. The best family financial background, the best collage, wealthy friends, the quickly accumulated fortune, and so on. So many women were eagerly after him, but he was seldom touched by them.

Because he wants the best and believes himself deserves the best. The best woman who matches with him in every aspect. He has been waiting for that woman to show up. He even thought about starting with Xue Ning, because looked from all aspects, Xue Ning was a very good match. But somehow, he just didn’t want to make the move.

Whereas, even though he realized his attraction to Mu Hanxia, he just thought this feeling was easy to give up. He was reluctant to give her his heart.

But why, when he gazes at her back, he doesn’t think there will be any other woman who is better than her?

There won’t be anyone, before her or after her.

Although exhausted, Mu Hanxia hasn’t completely fallen asleep. While she is half asleep, she suddenly feels the stirring behind her―someone has also climbed up the pile of clothes. She is immediately fully awake out of scare and is just about the turn to look, when she hears a low voice calling, “Summer...”

Mu Hanxia is stunned as he hugs her from the back. Mu Hanxia’s whole body freezes, but he just hugs her even more tightly, neither saying anything nor letting her loose.

For a few moments, Mu Hanxia can’t say a word. She looks up, only to see the two closely tangled shadows on the wall beside her. That’s him holding her in the arms in such a chilly winter night. 

Summer #27

Don't Turn from Summer (莫负寒夏) by Ding Mo (丁墨)

Chapter 27

Two weeks later, Feng Chen’s line for the new season enters the market.

It’s a Saturday, the shopping center is packed. Feng Chen’s store is especially crowded with customers. Mu Hanxia is also helping out in the store and at the same time observing and monitoring the sales. At a little past 11 in the morning, the busiest hour at the store, in come two blue-uniformed officials from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce.

“Tell your supervisor to come over.” One of them speaks to a store assistant with a stern face. The store assistant is taken aback and immediately runs to find the manager. Many of the customers nearby stop to watch.

Mu Hanxia happens to be on the first floor. She realizes the unfavorable situation and looks up at the second floor, seeing Lin Mochen has already come downstairs, followed by the store manager.

“Gentlemen, I’ve been expecting you.” He approaches with a smile, “Are you here because you got complaints? I’m the head of the company and have been expecting you for a while.”

The two officials are quite surprised. But they become more polite at seeing the the imposing air of Lin Mochen, and ask with some puzzlement: “You know someone has complained on you?”

“Yes. Please come in with me. Some of the things are in the storage room in the back.”

The store goes back to its usual exuberance; nobody is paying attention to the little interruption any more. Mu Hanxia is a little relieved and follows them into the back.

At the back of the store is a small storage room. Right now, it’s brightly lit. Lin Mochen stands aside calmly with his hands in the pant pockets. The store manager, however, is hovering around the two officials from the bureau, pointing at the piles of fabrics that are still in their original packages and talking like a miserable victim: “Leaders, so glad you are here. We suspected problems when we first received these fabrics, and we didn’t use them even though we might have to suffer a great financial loss. But our company is small and don’t have enough devices for examination. We only found out just now that these fabrics have great problems. They not only don’t meet the quality standards, but are also contaminated...We were just about to report to the Quality Supervision Bureau and then you arrived to resolve the problem for us...”

The two officials also have a surprised expression on their faces. Maybe they didn’t expect such a situation when they came over upon receiving the complaint.

“There are more fabrics in my warehouse.” Lin Mochen says, “I hope you could investigate thoroughly.”

“Our bureau will definitely find out the whole truth.” The older of the two says, “We will have to seal up these fabrics immediately. Also, who supplied them to you and when did they supply? We will need to find out about all the details.”

“Of course.” Lin Mochen replies, “We will try our best to cooperate. Also, may I have a request, about the final disposal of these fabrics?”

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It is well past 10 in the night when Mu Hanxia hears the sound at the next door. Lin Mochen is back. She knows he has been having dinner with the officials from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce. He must have drunk quite much alcohol.

Knowing he’s back, she feels she can go to bed with a peace of mind. But right then she gets a text message from him: “Come over.”

Mu Hanxia doesn’t really want to go, but she still knocks at their door and walks into the master bedroom that he has been living in. The night hangs low outside the curtains. He has removed his suit jacket and is wearing only the shirt, the collar unbuttoned. He is sitting in an armchair, with a weary face and closed eyes.

An appearance that softens one’s heart and makes one difficult to dislike.

Mu Hanxia walks up to him and sits down beside him. He remains motionless.

“All went well?” She asks.

“Of course.” He raises his eyelids and glances at her.

She smiles a little and says: “Ha, they tried to steal the chicken but instead lost the bait. This time they will have plenty to suffer.” A hint of smile appears at the corner of Lin Mochen’s mouth. He knows that she purposefully says it in such a lively manner, only to cheer him up.

Actually, in such a late night, in his bedroom, he shouldn’t have asked her over. But Lin Mochen drank quite much at the dinner table. Although he’s not drunk, he just wants to see her. At this moment, seeing her smiling by his side with her lively eyes, he wants so much to reach for her and hold her in his arms. But he manages to hold the impulse back. Instead, he just raises his hand and rests it lightly on her shoulder, asking in a low voice: “There may be a lot of things coming up. Are you afraid?”

His gesture seems casual enough, just like a casual embrace from the boss to a subordinate. But Mu Hanxia feels as if her heart had fallen into the ice cellar, warm and cold at the same time. She tries to smile a little and pleads in her heart, don’t act like this, do not act like this. She quietly gets out from his hand and says with a calm face: “What to be afraid of? Aren’t we going to take the greatest profit of the whole apparel industry?”

The little bit of delusion of Lin Mochen fades away at her words. He completely wakes up. He suddenly smiles and drops his hand, saying: “Yes, you said it right.”

Mu Hanxia gazes at those deep and cold eyes of his but finally can’t bare to look more. She moves her gaze away.

“Besides Xie Lin, who else is behind this?” she asks.

“One person? Or two?” Lin Mochen replies with a light tone, “We enter Lin City and the great southwest region, taking away so many profits. Naturally we have established new enemies. In the upward path, there must be some step stones. If we must stamp on them, we must stamp them to the very bottom of the valley.”

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It’s a very windy deep night. Xie Lin, the general manager of KaiDa Trading Company, is sitting at his desk with a very unhappy face. He is reading a newspaper, the most circulated evening paper of Lin City. The headline news is “Feng Chen Publicly Burns Five Ton Problematic Fabrics, Establishing New Quality Principles of the Industry.” Apparently the journalist has been paid to give a very favorable report about how this afternoon Feng Chen company held a grand news conference, severely criticizing the manufacturers who provided these problematic fabrics. They also invited the leaders from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce to attend the conference. In the end, Lin Mochen and the leaders ignited the fabrics together to show their insistence on safe guarding product quality. Because of this, the stores of Feng Chen have gained great trust from the residents across the whole city...

The “problematic manufacturers” in the report, needless to say, are the several factories of his. After reading the news, Xie Lin just feels as if a big lump of blood is blocking his heart. He rips the paper to pieces and throws them into the garbage can.

His deputy is also sitting by the desk. He sighs to himself at the sight of it and says, “Chief Xie, we didn’t think it would develop into such a situation. When that batch of fabrics were sent over, they didn’t say a word. We all thought he was tricked. Who knows he made such a move! Initially we used a shell company to supply him with the products, so that we could come out clean if something happens. Who knows he secretly found out the relationship between these companies and provided evidence to the Bureau. Now the Bureau shut down a few factories of ours, but Lin Mochen benefits from the whole thing and made a marketing show out of it! He becomes the Businessman with Conscience! But Chief Xie, those people... didn’t they say something? Can’t they give us some help?”

Xie Lin says hatefully, “What help? Now the factories have already been shut down, how can that be helped? Hmm, Lin Mochen is really ruthless, leaving no room behind himself. He really thinks I’m useless in Lin City? He won’t let me have comfort, and I won’t let him have comfort either!”