End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Chapter 119: Breaking the Conspiracy

After Fan Mengmeng and Boss Zhao finalized the details of the cooperation, she did not feel relieved at all.

An inexplicable uneasiness lingered in her heart and could not be shaken off.

The initial implementation of the plan seemed to be going smoothly. The new production line was put into production smoothly and the products were launched on schedule.

But some subtle business trends aroused Fan Mengmeng's vigilance.

Suddenly, several unknown small companies appeared in the market, dumping similar products at low prices, clearly targeting them.

This is not the worst. What is even more bizarre is that several companies that had already confirmed their cooperation have begun to shirk their responsibilities for various reasons, and even unilaterally tore up the contracts and paid huge liquidated damages.

Boss Zhao also began to feel restless.

"Mengmeng," he rubbed his sweaty hands, with a hint of anxiety in his tone, "This...this situation is not right! I have been doing business for so many years, and I have never seen such cruel competition. There must be someone behind this!" Fan Mengmeng nodded solemnly. How could she not know?

But the mastermind behind this was hiding too deeply, and she couldn't figure out the other party's background for a while.

"Boss Zhao, don't worry, we will find a solution." Although she said this, Fan Mengmeng felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, heavy.

In the past few days, Fan Mengmeng has hardly slept a wink. She has been constantly analyzing market data, tracking the flow of funds, and trying to find clues about the mastermind behind the scenes.

But the other party is like a ghost, erratic and elusive.

Just when she was at a loss, the office door was pushed open and Fan's mother walked in with a cup of hot milk.

"Mengmeng, don't be too tired and take care of yourself." Her mother's concerned voice made Fan Mengmeng feel a little warm.

She took the milk and forced a smile: "Mom, I'm fine." Fan's mother sighed and looked at her daughter's increasingly thin face with heartache.

"Mengmeng, how about... let's take it easy for a while and not ruin our health." Fan Mengmeng shook her head, her eyes determined: "No, Mom. If we give up now, all our previous efforts will be in vain. I must find the mastermind behind this and never let them succeed!"

Just then, Fan Mengmeng's cell phone suddenly rang.

It’s Boss Zhao calling.

"Mengmeng, it's bad! Someone is maliciously acquiring our shares!" Boss Zhao's voice was trembling, almost crying.

Fan Mengmeng's heart sank suddenly, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"I understand, Boss Zhao, please stay calm, I'll be there right away!" After hanging up the phone, Fan Mengmeng stood up suddenly, grabbed her coat and walked out.

"Mom, I have to go to the company!

" She spoke in a hurry and rushed out of the house without looking back.

A gust of night wind blew by. Fan Mengmeng looked at the flashing neon lights in the distance and muttered to herself, "The game has just begun..."

It was already late at night when Fan Mengmeng arrived at the company.

The office was brightly lit, and Boss Zhao was running around like an ant on hot pan.

"Mengmeng, you are finally here! What should we do now?" He grabbed Fan Mengmeng's hand as if it were the last straw.

Fan Mengmeng took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Boss Zhao, give me all the financial statements and transaction records." She spoke in a steady tone, with a sharp light in her eyes.

Time passed minute by minute, Fan Mengmeng buried herself in the mountains of information, her fingers typing quickly on the keyboard.

She keenly caught a subtle loophole in the opponent's capital flow - in order to conceal the source of funds, the opponent used multiple layers of shell companies, but the registered address of one of the companies overlapped with that of another company.

This seemingly insignificant detail became the key to Fan Mengmeng's counterattack.

She quickly developed a strategy, exploited this loophole to counterattack her opponent, and cut off the opponent's funding chain.

Just when Fan Mengmeng thought she had victory, a new crisis arose.

Suddenly, a large amount of negative news about their company and products appeared on the Internet, rumors spread, and public opinion was in an uproar.

This is undoubtedly another shady trick by the opponent, trying to destroy their plans with public pressure.

After seeing the news, Fan's mother anxiously called Fan Mengmeng: "Mengmeng, have you seen the news online? This...what should we do?" Fan Mengmeng comforted her mother: "Mom, don't worry, I will take care of it."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Mengmeng's eyes were determined and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Want to use public opinion to crush me? Let's see who can outmaneuver who!" She made a phone call: "Please contact all the major media outlets. I need to hold a press conference..." Teng Junze appeared in the ancient study, holding a special token from the modern era. His brow furrowed as he muttered to himself, "Mengmeng, are you... okay?" Xiaolu came in with tea. Seeing Teng Junze's expression, she asked cautiously, "Sir, is there anything bothering you?" Teng Junze didn't answer, but simply clutched the token tightly in his hand, his gaze deep and distant...

The press conference held by Fan Mengmeng was packed.

Flashes of light flashed one after another, and reporters held their pens and recorders at the ready.

Fan Mengmeng, dressed in a smart professional suit, stood under the spotlight, calm and confident.

She did not avoid any questions and refuted the rumors on the Internet one by one with clear logic and detailed data.

She even disclosed evidence of her rivals' malicious competition and exposed their despicable behavior.

The powerful words, coupled with the irrefutable evidence on the big screen, shocked everyone present.

The direction of public opinion reversed instantly, and the public was full of trust and support for Fan Mengmeng and her company.

After the press conference, Fan Mengmeng returned to the office and leaned back in her chair tiredly.

The intensity of this business war was far beyond her imagination, but she survived.

At this moment, she felt a familiar wave, which was a special connection from Teng Junze.

A warm voice sounded in her ears: "Mengmeng, I know you can do it." This short sentence was like a warm current flowing into Fan Mengmeng's heart, dispelling all fatigue and pressure.

She held the token tightly in her hand, with a faint smile on her lips.

Boss Zhao was so excited that tears filled his eyes when he saw Fan Mengmeng's wonderful performance on TV.

"Good! Excellent!" He slammed the table and turned to his assistant, "Invest more immediately! I want..."

Boss Zhao excitedly made additional investments, which not only brought in new funds, but also introduced several respected senior industry veterans, injecting a powerful force into Fan Mengmeng's plan.

These veterans are experienced and have extensive connections, and their joining undoubtedly gave Fan Mengmeng a reassurance.

The new production line increased its production capacity, products were in short supply, the company's performance soared, and the small companies that had previously engaged in malicious competition disappeared as if they had never existed.

However, just when everything seemed to be settled, Fan Mengmeng felt an inexplicable uneasiness.

She always felt that things would not be so simple. Would the mastermind behind the scenes really give up?

This feeling of unease became even stronger after receiving a letter from the ancient Teng Junze.

In the letter, Teng Junze did not mention anything about what happened in modern times, but just talked about some daily trivial matters in a light-hearted manner. However, this abnormal calmness made Fan Mengmeng smell a hint of danger.

She had a vague feeling that something seemed to have happened in ancient times that she didn't know about.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the ancient Teng Mansion was extremely solemn.

Teng Junze sat in the study, tightly holding the modern watch given to him by Fan Mengmeng in his hand, his face terribly gloomy.

"Master, someone is coming from the palace." Xiaolu's voice broke the silence in the study.

Teng Junze raised his head, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Let them in." The man who came was a eunuch in official uniform. He held the imperial edict in his hand and had an arrogant look on his face.

"The Emperor, in compliance with the Will of Heaven, proclaims..." The eunuch's shrill voice echoed in the study, reading out the contents of the imperial edict.

Teng Junze listened calmly, but his hand holding the pocket watch tightened unconsciously.

The content of the imperial edict seemed ordinary, just some routine rewards, but Teng Junze heard a hint of something unusual in it.

After the imperial edict was read, the eunuch handed it to Teng Junze and said with a forced smile: "Mr. Teng, congratulations." Teng Junze took the imperial edict and smiled faintly: "Thank you for your hard work, eunuch." After sending the eunuch away, Teng Junze slowly unfolded the imperial edict, his eyes fell on the last line of small characters, and his face changed suddenly.

He threw the imperial edict to the ground and said with gritted teeth: "What a...killing with a borrowed knife!" Xiaolu was so scared that his face turned pale and he asked in a trembling voice: "Master, this..." Teng Junze did not answer, but walked to the window, looking at the palace in the distance, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.

"It seems that this game... has just begun." He muttered to himself, with a hint of determination and ruthlessness in his tone.

Suddenly, the pocket watch in his hand began to vibrate violently. Teng Junze looked down and his face changed again.

"Mengmeng..."