Chapter 423: What Is Your Name?

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: What Is Your Name?

As dawn broke, the stock market on NASDAQ in the United States finally closed.

In the face of immense difficulty, Yu Lei International managed to stabilize its position, thanks to the relentless efforts of the Athena Group, avoiding a complete defeat. However, everyone knew that when the stock market reopened the next day, Yu Lei would face another round of even more intense attacks. Without sufficient funds to fight back, Yu Lei's defense system could collapse at any moment. UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

This financial war, fought without gunpowder, had only just begun.

In a presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Zhonghai, the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the misty city bathed in the nascent morning sun. The soft, warm light gradually spread over the bustling metropolis.

An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a white silk pajama set, stood by the large window, seemingly having completed his morning exercise routine. He turned around and walked to a glass table where a large plate of fresh fruit, a steaming cup of milk, and several pieces of garlic-flavored toast were already laid out.

Before the old man could pick up his toast, he heard someone reporting from outside the suite, "Sir, Mr. Gao is here."

The old man frowned slightly, apparently displeased at having his breakfast interrupted, but he still said, "Let him in."

The door opened, and a well-dressed man with a dignified appearance walked in, wearing a fawning smile. Bowing deeply, he said, "Sorry to disturb your breakfast, Sir Mao. I shouldn't have come so early."

The old man, referred to as Sir Mao, put down his toast, resting his hands on the chair, and looked at Gao Guoxiong with a half-smile. "It seems you have good news."

A gleam of fierce excitement flashed in Gao Guoxiong's eyes. "Indeed. The stock market just closed, and our Southeast Asian team has taken the upper hand. Yu Lei has already lost at least three billion."

"Taking Yu Lei by surprise is nothing significant," Sir Mao murmured to himself. "The key lies in the next two days. With the funds you've pooled from Singaporean and Malaysian tycoons, we're sure to outmatch Yu Lei, who is currently strapped for cash. Besides, I've already pressured the banks, making it difficult for Yu Lei to get loans. Unless something unexpected happens, it's only a matter of time before Lin Ruoxi concedes."

"Your vast network is the real key," Gao Guoxiong said, a trace of venom in his eyes. "Without you, I would still be stuck in prison because of Lin Ruoxi. Even if I had managed to gather enough funds, it would have been hard to compete against Yu Lei's prestigious brand. But now, with her lack of capital, even her business acumen won't save her. Plus, we have other plans beyond the stock market. Once our hidden bombs in Yu Lei explode, Lin Ruoxi won't be able to withstand it."

"You're quite the schemer," Sir Mao snorted with a cold laugh, glancing at a stack of copied documents on a nearby table. "I didn't expect Lin Ruoxi to have such a background. You were smart to dig up that information. It might not have been useful before, but now it can deliver a fatal blow."

Gao Guoxiong's mouth curled into a sinister smile as he thought, "Lin Ruoxi, the humiliation you subjected me to will be repaid with your suffering."

Just then, another report came from the bodyguard outside, "Sir, Young Master Ning Guodong of the Ning family wishes to see you."

"Ning Guodong?" Sir Mao's eyes showed a hint of curiosity. "Let him in."

Ning Guodong, dressed in a fashionable Versace suit, walked into the room with a friendly and handsome demeanor. He didn't even spare a glance at Gao Guoxiong, who stood to the side, as if deeming him unworthy of his attention.

"Sir Mao, you truly are full of surprises, coming from Yanjing to Zhonghai all of a sudden and causing such a commotion behind the scenes," Ning Guodong said with a mischievous smile.

The old man tapped his fingers on the chair. "Young man from the Ning family, I'm curious. While Ning Zongli didn't show any reaction, you discovered the problem early on. What's going on?"

"It's simple," Ning Guodong said, peeling a small banana he had picked up from the round table. "Lately, I've taken an interest in Lin Ruoxi of Yu Lei International. So I started paying attention to everything around her. When the financial war erupted in the U.S. stock market last night, I had people investigate the situation. Early this morning, I was informed that it was you, Sir Mao, behind it all, along with a group of unruly followers. I then investigated your motives and found out that Lin Ruoxi has some deep-seated grudges with your family. Sir Mao, you're a senior, but bullying a young woman like this isn't right."

"We just moved in here. We'll be neighbors from now on," Guo Xuehua said with a smile.

The young woman nodded in realization and said straightforwardly, "I actually moved here not long ago myself. This is my old family home, but I haven't lived here for many years. I recently found a partner and moved back here."

"Is that so? It seems we are quite fated to meet," Guo Xuehua chuckled lightly. The more she looked at the girl in front of her, the more she liked her. For some reason, Guo Xuehua thought of her cold daughter-in-law. If her son Yang Chen had married this young woman, she might already be holding a grandchild. This girl was so polite, sincere, and kind-hearted. Although she wasn't as stunning as Lin Ruoxi, she was still a first-class beauty and seemed much more approachable.

But then, Guo Xuehua thought wryly, what say did she have in whom her son married?

At that moment, a small motorbike stopped outside the villa's iron gate. A thin middle-aged man in a green coat took a bundle of letters from his canvas bag and shouted, "Mail delivery! Someone come and collect!"

The street was still quiet with few people around, and the postman's call was clearly heard.

Guo Xuehua glanced over, frowning. "Why doesn't he just put it in the mailbox? How troublesome." But she put down her scissors and walked towards the gate.

The woman in the neighboring garden also looked towards the postman, her delicate eyebrows knitting slightly, a strange glint passing through her beautiful eyes.

In a few moments, Guo Xuehua reached the gate, took off the big lock, and opened the heavy iron door.

"Why are there so many letters? We just moved in not long ago," Guo Xuehua asked, puzzled, looking at the thick stack of mail in the postman's hands.

The postman kept his head down and said nothing, stepping closer to Guo Xuehua. Suddenly, he lunged at her!

A white handkerchief covered the "postman's" hand, which he aimed straight at Guo Xuehua's nose and mouth!

Guo Xuehua's face turned pale with fear. She instinctively tried to dodge, but she wasn't quick enough to avoid the man's swift attack!

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded, and the man was sent flying by an unseen force, crashing into the gate pillar and losing consciousness immediately.

"Auntie, are you okay?" It was the young woman from the neighboring garden who had appeared beside Guo Xuehua in the blink of an eye and kicked the man away!

Guo Xuehua almost stumbled but was caught and steadied by the young woman. It took her a moment to regain her composure. She turned to the young woman, still shaken.

"Auntie, he's unconscious now. It's safe," the young woman said with a gentle smile.

Guo Xuehua exhaled deeply, her gaze complex as she looked at the unconscious man. Who would suddenly want to drug her? She then realized she had been saved by this girl she had just met and felt a surge of gratitude. Patting the young woman's delicate hand, she asked, "Thank you, dear. I didn't catch your name."

"Rose," she replied with a radiant smile.