Shenhao System: Nine trillion fell from the sky

Chapter 260

"Yes, someone needs to return to the Jinqiu Group, but that person is not Yuan Liyuan, but you, Jin Junjun." These words were like thunder before a rainstorm, suddenly exploding in the silent villa, deafening, shocking everyone human mind.

Yuan Liyuan was struck by these words. Her eyes widened in shock, and her petite body trembled slightly, like a frightened deer in the cold wind. The arrogant look on her face was shattered by these sudden words, and was replaced by a look of unbelievable panic.

This villa has always been the private domain of the Jin family and a symbol of their power and wealth. How could anyone dare to eavesdrop outside or even interrupt without any scruples? This is undoubtedly a serious provocation to their Jin family.

"Hmph!" The person outside the door seemed to have lost his patience, and he snorted like a wolf howling in the wind, full of disdain and ridicule. Then, the door was pushed open roughly, and a cold wind roared in. The biting chill made everyone present shiver.

The middle-aged man who came in was wearing a dark suit, and his calm black tone complemented the strong aura exuding from him. The suit was cut just right, neither too restrictive nor too loose, as if every inch of fabric fit the lines of his muscles, highlighting his majestic figure. His body was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with no bend at all. Even the smallest tremor had never appeared on his body. He was like an ancient pine tree rooted in the deep mountains and old forests, unimpeded by wind and rain, and unyielding.

His expression revealed an extraordinary magnanimity, which was a calmness and calmness that had been through many battles and hardships. It was also a kind of domineering and self-confidence that controlled the overall situation and spared no one else. His eyes were deep and sharp, as if he could penetrate people's souls and see into their hearts. Every slight movement of his eyes seemed to convey a powerful willpower that made people dare not look at him.

Every tiny movement he made was full of power, a power that had been accumulated for a long time and was about to explode. His fingers were long and powerful, and every simple movement seemed to be a precise calculation, meticulous and accurate. His steps are steady and firm, each step is like playing a passionate symphony, with distinct rhythm and infinite power.

Every inch of his muscles seems to contain endless explosive power, which is a kind of beast-like, primitive power. His chest is broad and solid, and every breath he takes is like absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds change as he breathes in and out. His waist was as straight as iron, as if even if the sky fell, it would not bend his spine. He is like a beast that emerged from the bloody storm of business war. He is so powerful and domineering that no one dares to compete with him.

His language is rich and powerful, and every word is like a cannonball, exploding doubts and confusion in people's hearts. He said: "Son, it is useless to let Yuan Liyuan go back. You must go back in person, even if you start from the lowest level. Business war is not a child's play. You need to take every step personally, and you need to fight every battle personally. Only Only in this way can you truly understand the cruelty of this world and truly master your own power." His words were like thunder, exploding in the silent air, making people's hearts beat faster and their blood boiling.

This is Jin Xishan, Jin Junjun’s father and the former chairman of Golden Ball Group. He is like a towering mountain, standing tall and guiding his son towards higher goals. His existence is a kind of power and a kind of belief that makes people irresistible and irresistible.

"Ah?" Jin Junjun was stunned, his once confident face now full of disbelief. This sudden news made him feel like he was in a dream. Aren’t you the deposed CEO? Why do we have to return to the center of the storm at this moment? Isn't this all too dramatic?

His eyes turned to Yuan Liyuan involuntarily, and he saw her lowering her head and her delicate body trembling. I don't know if it was anger, grievance, or other more complex emotions in the trembling. He thought of the sweet time between the two of them before, those sincere emotions and warm scenes, it felt like a lifetime ago now.

Jin Xishan's eyes were as sharp and deep as a cheetah's. He stared closely at his son, as if he wanted to see through the depths of his heart. The majesty and expectation in his eyes made Jin Junjun feel an inexplicable pressure. Jin Xishan spoke slowly: "I know this is hard for you to accept. But Junjun, you are the only person I trust now. Are you willing to give everything for me and the family?"

The expectation and trust in those words seemed to be a huge force that Jin Junjun could not resist. He took a deep breath, determination flashing in his eyes. That was his response to his father and his promise to himself: "Okay! I am willing." He agreed, and although his voice was low, it was full of power.

Yuan Liyuan's firm look and the same words just now appeared in his mind: "I am willing to give everything for you." He couldn't help but tremble in his heart. This sentence seemed familiar and touched his heart deeply. He recalled the time he spent with Yuan Liyuan, and her unwavering gaze was always so reassuring.

At this moment, Yuan Liyuan was still immersed in shock and unable to extricate herself. Her eyes wandered between Jin Junjun and Jinxi Mountain. She seemed to see the deep emotion between father and son, and that kind of trust and expectation was like an invisible sword, piercing deeply into her heart. She felt an inexplicable pain coming over her, not only because of being excluded, but also because she realized that she might never be able to integrate into the core of this family.

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  "Hey, isn't this our President Jin?" President Gao's voice echoed in the company hall, with a surprised expression on his face, but his tone was full of sarcasm and ridicule. His eyes were as sharp as a sword, directed towards Jin Junjun standing in the crowd, as if he wanted to see through his embarrassment and unbearable state at the moment.

Jin Junjun's face was a little pale. He stood there, and the people around him were busy walking around, but no one noticed him. He clenched his fists, trying to hide his inner panic and anger, trying not to lose his composure in this mocking scene.

He raised his head, looked directly at Mr. Gao, and said bravely: "Although my position as president has been abolished, I still have shares in the company, and I can return to work in the company." There was a hint of stubbornness in his voice. , that is his persistence to his remaining dignity.

"Oh? Is that so?" A mocking smile appeared on Mr. Gao's lips, his eyes full of contempt and disdain. He glanced at the subordinates next to him, as if to signal them to watch this good show, "Sorry, Mr. Jin, there is no position for you in the company now. If you want to come back, you have to start from the lowest level." Jin Junjun News Yan was stunned, and his expression suddenly became very ugly. He felt as if he had been slapped in public, and a wave of shame washed over him. The anger in his heart was burning, but he had nowhere to vent it. He could only grit his teeth and said word by word: "Mr. Gao, I haven't offended you, have I? Why do you deliberately embarrass me?"

Jin Junjun's face was pale, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly. People around him were still busy, and no one noticed the former president's predicament. He stood there silently, the anger and shame in his heart intertwined, forming an indescribable complex emotion. He knew that his war had just begun, and he had to hold back, start from the bottom, and climb back to the top step by step.

"Hey, Mr. Jin, don't get me wrong." Mr. Gao said with a smile, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Now the company's top management is changing, and whether I can keep my position depends on Mr. Qiu's mood. Now the group Everyone at the top is in danger, so I am doing my best to arrange a junior position for you. If you are willing to do it, do it, and if you are not willing, you will be kicked out. Turn left when you go out, there are many opportunities outside, and it will not prevent you from finding another job!"

Jin Junjun was so angry at Mr. Gao's words that his face was livid, and the anger in his chest was burning. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. His father's trust and his original intention surged in his heart, and he couldn't just give up.

At that moment, he was shocked by Yuan Liyuan's sharp sword-like aura, like a fragile porcelain crumbling in the storm. In his eyes, Yuan Liyuan was like a majestic mountain peak, standing erect, while he himself was like a pebble at the foot of the mountain, insignificant. The fear and uneasiness in his heart surged like a tide, as if Yuan Liyuan's gaze was like a sharp arrow, penetrating directly into his soul and exposing all his thoughts.

However, the high-level discussions that followed were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, causing him to wake up from his trance in an instant. He was shocked to find that the once glorious Golden Globe Group had now become a defeated enemy under the control of Yihao Capital. Even the other huge industries of the Kim Chaebol were not spared, and were acquired one by one by Yihao Capital with lightning speed.

He thought of Mr. Qiu's unfathomable smile, a smile that was full of confidence and in control of the overall situation. He shuddered, a chill rising in his heart. As a financial giant, Mr. Qiu's clever methods and meticulous thinking are astonishing. Through a series of exquisite financial operations, he caused the huge Kim chaebol to lose hundreds of billions. This is a contest with great disparity in power, a one-sided crushing.

He also remembered that Jin Junjun once tried to use the reputation of the Jin family to frighten him and make him surrender. However, looking back now, he only felt ridiculed and ridiculous. The reputation of the Jin family seems so pale in front of today's Yihao Capital, like a thin piece of paper crumbling in the strong wind. Who doesn't know that the one who really stands at the top of the pyramid now is Yihao Capital, the financial giant with trillions of dollars in capital. Its development momentum is so fierce that it is as unstoppable as wild fire, enough to leave many veteran capital tycoons far behind.

He watched everything in front of him quietly, and his heart gradually became clearer. He no longer needed to hesitate about where to stand. The reality in front of him has clearly told him that only by closely following the pace of Yihao Capital can he gain a firm foothold in this financial wave. He took a deep breath and made his choice firmly.

"I will do it!" Jin Junjun said these two words almost through gritted teeth like a lion forced into a desperate situation. His eyes shone with determination, a persistent light full of hope for his future. He clenched his fists tightly, and veins popped out under his skin like earthworms, as if he was suppressing the burning anger and unwillingness in his heart. However, for his father's trust and for that promising future, he chose to endure the humiliation in the dark. Even if he is asked to do the most menial and basic work, he is willing to do it.

President Gao stood in front of him, with a sneer on his face. That smile was like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into Jin Junjun's heart. Mr. Gao looked at him as if he were a clown, as if he was appreciating his jokes and enjoying his humiliation. Jin Junjun's heart was filled with anger, and he wanted to pounce on him immediately and tear this aloof mocker into pieces. However, he had to suppress it, bear the humiliation silently, and bury it deep in his heart.

"Okay then, go clean the toilet." Mr. Gao's voice was cold and contemptuous, and every word seemed to be filled with cold ridicule, as if he was sending away an insignificant beggar.

"Cleaning the toilet? Isn't this the cleaning lady's job?" Jin Junjun was stunned. His eyes widened and he looked at Mr. Gao in disbelief. At that moment, he seemed to feel that he had heard wrongly and that this could not be the fate he had to face.

"That's right, the cleaning lady took a day off today. As the most basic employee, cleaning the toilet is also your job." There was no emotion in Mr. Gao's voice, only full of disdain and ridicule. Every word was like a hammer, hitting Jin Junjun's heart heavily.

Jin Junjun felt that his lungs were about to burst with anger. This was an unprecedented insult. When had he ever done this kind of work? When had he ever experienced such humiliation? He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and the anger in his chest seemed to burn him out. However, he still couldn't say a word and could only bear it all silently.

"Do you want to do it? If you don't do it, leave!" Mr. Gao urged impatiently, as if in his eyes, Jin Junjun had no value at all.

"I will do it!" Jin Junjun almost roared and said these two words. His eyes shone with determination, and he knew he had no choice but to accept this humiliating job. But he also swore in his heart that when he rises again one day, he must make this man named Gao pay the price he deserves!
  As a result, Jin Junjun, the former president of Golden Ball Group, was sent to the toilet and began his career as a grassroots employee. His hand holding the cleaning tool trembled slightly, and every movement seemed so stiff and uncoordinated.

(End of this chapter)