Chairman Jiang’s polished wingtip shoes skidded across the wet marble floor.
He shoved past the crowd of gaping socialites, his face purple with fury. In his left hand, he held a two-page audit report freshly printed on Taichu Legal Department stationery.
Manager Qian scrambled to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached toward his boss. “Chairman Jiang! You made it!”
“Look at our sales board! A client just purchased forty vehicles! One hundred and fifty million yuan! I was just about to file the commission distribution—”
SLAP!
Chairman Jiang’s right hand cracked across Qian’s flabby cheek with the force of a pistol shot.
Manager Qian spun across the floor, crashing against the aluminum display podium. A red handprint blossomed across his pale skin, and his comb-over dangled over his ear like wet seaweed.
“Shut your filthy mouth, Qian!” Chairman Jiang roared, his voice echoing to the high rafters of Hall One. “You embezzling thief! You dare talk about commissions?!”
Chairman Jiang slammed the two-page forensic audit directly onto Qian’s chest.
“Our accounting servers were audited twenty minutes ago by General Counsel Shen of Taichu Group!” Jiang shouted, his finger stabbing at the printed tables.
“Over the past eighteen months, you systematically replaced thirty million yuan of original German transmission gears and ceramic brake pads with counterfeit domestic knockoffs! You pocketed six million yuan in kickbacks! And you used that stolen money to buy fake diamond necklaces and rented penthouses for mistresses!”
Three VIP buyers who had just signed maintenance contracts dropped their champagne flutes onto the tile floor, while two auto-finance bloggers raised their phones to zoom in on Manager Qian’s paling face.
Liu Yan froze. Her hand flew to her throat, clutching the sparkling diamond necklace Manager Qian had gifted her yesterday.
“Fake... fake jewelry?!” Liu Yan shrieked, her voice shrill with hysteria. “Qian, you told me this was a natural South African diamond necklace worth eight hundred thousand yuan!”
“It is cubic zirconia set in lead-plated zinc, Miss Liu,” Shen Qiaoqiao called out cheerfully from beside Lin Mo.
Shen Qiaoqiao held up her smartphone, showing a high-resolution metallurgical scan.
“The invoice from the wholesale jewelry market in Yiwu was logged in Qian’s private email,” Shen Qiaoqiao explained, her dimples showing. “Total purchase price: eighty-five yuan. Free shipping included. Wearing it for more than twelve hours might cause skin rashes.”
Liu Yan ripped the necklace from her neck as if it were a venomous centipede. She flung the cheap stones onto the tiles, screaming in utter disgust and humiliation.
Before Manager Qian could utter a word of defense, the glass entrance doors parted.
Four uniformed officers from the Municipal Economic Crimes Division strode into the pavilion, accompanied by two armed bailiffs.
“Hu Tianbiao has already confessed during his interrogation at the courthouse,” the lead inspector announced, presenting a red-stamped warrant. “Qian Degang, you are under arrest for commercial embezzlement, endangering consumer vehicle safety, and tax fraud.”
Cold steel handcuffs clicked around Qian’s limp wrists. Two officers hoisted the sobbing manager to his feet and marched him toward the police cruiser waiting outside.
Chairman Jiang turned toward Liu Yan. His expression was cold and merciless.
“Security!” Chairman Jiang barked.
Four burly convention security guards stepped forward, blocking Liu Yan’s path.
“Take that green evening gown off her,” Chairman Jiang commanded. “It is display property belonging to our PR department. Confiscate her VIP lanyard and throw her out the service door.”
“No! You can’t do this to me!” Liu Yan screamed, thrashing as the female guards stripped the emerald gown off her shoulders, leaving her shivering in her cheap nylon slip.
“Lin Mo! Save me! I am your girlfriend! You loved me for three years!”
Lin Mo did not even turn his eyes toward the door.
Two guards dragged the shrieking woman across the marble tiles and tossed her out through the service exit into the damp alleyway.
Chairman Jiang took a deep breath, adjusted his necktie, and turned toward Lin Mo. He bowed ninety degrees from the waist, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched his knees.
“Chairman Lin,” Chairman Jiang said, his voice trembling with profound sincerity. “I am deeply, thoroughly ashamed. Because of my poor oversight, a criminal parasite insulted your distinguished guests. Supreme Star Automotive Group is forever in your debt for uncovering this cancer before our vehicles caused fatal highway accidents.”
“A company that uses fake brake pads does not survive the market, Chairman Jiang,” Lin Mo said calmly. “You should thank General Counsel Shen for saving your company from involuntary manslaughter charges.”
“Yes! A thousand thanks to General Counsel Shen and Chairman Lin!” Jiang replied quickly, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Lin Mo turned his gaze toward Zhou Yang.
The young rookie salesman was still clutching his sales clipboard, his eyes wide and moist with disbelief.
“Zhou Yang,” Lin Mo called out.
Zhou Yang snapped to attention like a recruit on inspection day. “Yes, Chairman Lin!”
“Taichu Group is expanding its logistics, medical, and security fleets citywide,” Lin Mo said smoothly. “We need a Fleet Management Director who refuses to install counterfeit parts, treats elderly customers with dignity, and values human life over sales quotas.”
He paused, looking at the young man with a faint smile.
“I am offering you the position of Fleet Director for Taichu Benevolence Group,” Lin Mo announced. “Starting annual salary: two million yuan, plus full medical coverage for your parents at Taichu Sanctuary Hospital.”
Zhou Yang’s breath caught in his throat. He looked at Su Wan, who was already generating an executive employment agreement on her tablet, then at Lin Mo.
“Chairman Lin...” Zhou Yang choked out, dropping to one knee before Lin Mo. “You saved my father’s life today. Now you give me a platform to protect others. I swear on my family’s name, not a single defective bolt will ever enter a Taichu vehicle!”
Lin Mo reached down and pulled the young man to his feet with gentle, unbreakable strength.
“Stand tall, Director Zhou,” Lin Mo said. “At Taichu, we do not kneel. We work.”
Hiring honest people who have experienced hardship is the most stable investment on earth, Lin Mo reflected. They cherish the opportunity, they never steal, and they treat the company’s reputation as their own. Greedy executives spend fortunes on compliance audits; I simply hire people with a moral score above eighty.
Lin Mo turned back to Chairman Jiang.
“Chairman Jiang,” Lin Mo said, tapping his obsidian card against his palm. “Does your dealership group distribute heavy-duty medical safety SUVs?”
Chairman Jiang blinked, nodding vigorously. “Yes! We hold the provincial allocation for the German Titan-V8 All-Terrain Safety SUVs! Reinforced steel cage chassis, triple-redundant electrical circuits, and built-in medical power converters! We have one hundred units stored in the bonded logistics warehouse right now!”
“What is the total price for all one hundred units?” Lin Mo asked.
“Standard wholesale is two hundred and twenty thousand yuan per unit,” Chairman Jiang replied instantly. “To atone for today’s insult, I will waive all dealer handling fees. Twenty million yuan flat for all one hundred vehicles!”
Lin Mo handed his card to Su Wan.
“Su Wan, execute the wire transfer of twenty million yuan immediately,” Lin Mo commanded. “All one hundred Titan-V8 SUVs are gifted to Taichu Sanctuary Hospital. Allocate them as permanent commuter vehicles for our ambulance drivers, triage technicians, and night-shift head nurses.”
Dr. Gu Qinghe adjusted his spectacles, his scholarly eyes shining with deep emotion. “Chairman Lin... our ambulance drivers work eighteen-hour rotations through typhoons and blizzards. Most of them drive twenty-year-old rusted minivans. To give them reinforced Titan SUVs...”
“People who drive through blizzards to restart stopped hearts deserve the safest chassis in Germany,” Lin Mo said simply.
Dr. Gu quickly connected a live video call to the hospital transport dispatcher on his phone.
The screen lit up with the face of Captain Old Song, a fifty-year-old veteran ambulance driver whose hands were calloused from gripping steering wheels during midnight typhoons. Behind him stood a dozen tired drivers in fluorescent medical vests.
“Dean Gu?” Captain Song asked, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Did the maintenance shop finish replacing the alternator on ambulance four? We have three critical transfers this afternoon.”
“Forget the alternator, Old Song,” Dr. Gu said, his voice trembling with pride. “Chairman Lin just purchased one hundred brand-new German Titan-V8 Safety SUVs in full cash. Every single driver and night-shift head nurse is receiving a private, reinforced safety vehicle today.”
The phone screen went dead silent for two seconds.
Then, Captain Old Song’s weathered face crumpled. Tears spilled down into his gray beard. Behind him, the dispatch room erupted into wild cheers and sobs of disbelief. Drivers hugged each other, waving their clipboards in the air.
“New vehicles... reinforced steel chassis...” Old Song choked out, wiping his eyes with a greasy rag. “No more stalling in snowdrifts... Chairman Lin, our lives belong to Taichu!”
Su Wan tapped her tablet screen. “Payment verified and executed, Chairman Lin. Twenty million yuan disbursed directly to Supreme Star Commercial Fleet Holdings.”
A thunderous, golden chime resonated inside Lin Mo’s consciousness.
[DING! Major Pure-Heart Benevolence Expenditure Confirmed!]
[Recipient: 100 Honest Ambulance Drivers & Emergency Head Nurses (Avg Goodness: 88.5/100) — Received: 100 German Titan-V8 Safety Fleet Vehicles.]
[Calculation: Total Spent: ¥20,000,000.00 RMB | Multiplier: 100x Pure-Heart Return.]
[Refund Amount: +¥2,000,000,000.00 RMB Transferred to Personal Vault!]
[Benevolence Merit Points: +2,000,000 BMP Awarded!]
[Personal Vault Current Balance: ¥90,788,180,000.50 RMB!]
[Good People Network Expanded: 4,350 Verified Righteous Allies!]
A pure, radiant torrent of golden benevolence qi roared into Lin Mo’s dantian.
The energy felt like liquid molten gold expanding within his core. His Rank 1 Absolute Peak Martial foundation solidified into an impenetrable crystalline sphere. His physical presence radiated an innate aura of quiet authority that caused Chairman Jiang and the surrounding executives to involuntarily bow their heads.
Ninety-one billion yuan in personal liquid reserves, Lin Mo noted silently. Our hospital staff has world-class transport, and our canteens have thirty Maybach vegetable wagons. A productive morning.
Outside the convention hall, forty luxury engines rumbled to life.
Thirty obsidian Maybach S680s and ten Rolls-Royce Cullinans pulled out of the loading bay in an immaculate, gleaming motorcade. At the head of the convoy rode Tie Niu, his broad face grinning from the driver’s seat of the lead Cullinan.
The sight of forty supercars rolling through Jiangcheng’s central avenue with Grandma Chen’s vegetable canteen logos drew crowds of pedestrians who stopped to film the spectacle with their phones.
Lin Mo sat in the rear lounge of the second Cullinan, sipping warm mineral water.
Beside him, Su Wan reviewed the afternoon schedule. “Chairman Lin, the executive motorcade is fully operational. Our next stop is the Cloud-Peak Luxury Villa Exhibition across the river.”
“Good,” Lin Mo replied. “Grandma Chen and Little Guo’er need a quiet garden home with clean mountain air, far away from commercial exhaust.”
Meanwhile, in the muddy service alley behind Hall One, a disheveled figure huddled behind a garbage dumpster.
Liu Yan shivered violently in her thin nylon slip. Her mascara was smeared down her cheeks in black streaks, and her bare knees were scraped and bleeding from the gravel.
She watched the magnificent forty-car motorcade glide past the alley mouth, sunlight gleaming off their emerald emblems.
She saw Lin Mo’s calm profile through the tinted glass of the lead Rolls-Royce.
A wave of bitter, venomous desperation clawed at her heart.
“You think you can cast me aside like trash, Lin Mo?!” Liu Yan hissed through chattering teeth, her eyes burning with mad resentment. “You bought forty supercars for cooks and security guards! You have billions! I spent three years with you! You owe me a luxury villa!”
She spotted a passing yellow taxi on the street corner.
Clutching her ripped slip around her chest, Liu Yan bolted from the alley, waving her arms wildly to flag down the cab.
The taxi screeched to a halt at the curb. The middle-aged driver rolled down his window, eyeing Liu Yan’s smeared makeup and ripped nylon slip with shock and suspicion.
“Miss, what happened to you? Do you need the police?” the driver asked.
“Shut up and open the door!” Liu Yan shrieked, yanking the passenger door open and throwing herself into the front seat.
She pointed a trembling, manicured finger at the rear of the forty-car luxury motorcade disappearing across the river bridge.
“Follow that Rolls-Royce convoy!” Liu Yan barked, her voice shaking with desperate rage. “They are heading to the Cloud-Peak Luxury Villa Exhibition! Step on the gas! If you lose them, I won’t pay you a single fen!”
The driver stared at her, then glanced at the gleaming line of Maybachs and Cullinans in the distance. He stepped on the accelerator, muttering under his breath as the yellow cab sped across the bridge.