Internal Conflict

Tang Yu put on a perfunctory, exaggerated expression. "Wow, whose genius idea was that? There's zero cost, which means those four million five hundred thirty-three thousand two hundred are pure profit! Your family is so rich, that kind of money could probably buy a Mercedes, right?"

Typical clueless factory girl.

The man looked extremely pleased with himself. "A Mercedes? Psh."

He pointed his thumb outward, the corner of his mouth curling up in a display of wealth. "Didn't you see that black sports car parked outside when you came in? That's mine."

He leaned a little closer to her. "How about, after we finish eating, big brother takes you out for a spin?"

Tang Yu shifted her hips backward, lowered her head, and took small, dainty sips of her juice, acting as if she hadn't heard a word. There was none of the expected look of adoration in her eyes.

A police officer in the surveillance room leaned over to the team leader and whispered, "Team Leader, if we don't move in and make the arrest soon, our undercover agent is about to become a young boss's wife."

Ever since entering the factory, Tang Yu's position had been soaring all the way up.

Team Leader: "...Shut your trap."

Faced with Tang Yu's cold reaction, the man felt a slight sense of frustration, and his wounded ego flared up. "Aside from that car, I also own a villa! My family is one of the top tier wealthy households in this county. The rich people here all have to call me 'Brother' when they see me. If you go for a spin in my sports car, everyone in the county will have to show you some respect from now on!"

Tang Yu rested her chin in her hand, swirling the juice glass with the other, and glanced at him with mild boredom.

"So nowadays, just a car and a villa are enough to make someone rich? Has the standard dropped that low?"

"W-What?"

Tang Yu blinked her clear, wide eyes, looked him up and down, and shook her head with a frown. "You don't really look all that rich, to be honest."

The man was so angry he laughed. "What does a factory girl like you know?" He flashed the watch on his wrist. "Know what kind of watch this is? Patek Philippe. Just one of these costs over a million, enough to keep you working for a lifetime! And these shoes, I had to bribe a scalper just to snag the latest model. They cost over a hundred thousand a pair!"

Tang Yu let out an "oh," looking thoroughly unenthusiested.

The man licked his lips. "Besides all that, the cash at my house is piled up like a wall! More than I could spend in several lifetimes!"

The police officer in the surveillance room whispered, "Xiao Yu, you're doing great. Just keep leading him on like this."

Meanwhile, Li Zhizhi was looking at Tang Yu's phone with a sense of relief, seeing that the other person hadn't sent any more difficult messages.

Yet, before that relief had even lasted a few seconds, a WeChat notification suddenly popped up:

[Tang Xiaoyu, you didn't send me today's photos (Hmph).]

Fortunately, Li Zhizhi was prepared. She immediately sent over the photos she had edited.

No sooner had she sent them than a cold chuckle came through the chat: "Didn't you say you were taking a shower and it wasn't convenient?"

Li Zhizhi gasped sharply. "..." Oh no!

Tang Yu's boyfriend was out here fishing with law enforcement tactics!

Bian Yang: [Video call me.]

Before she could even react, the video call came in.

Flustered, Li Zhizhi hung up in a panic. It's over, it's over, what was she supposed to do now?

At this moment, Tang Yu and the others were at a critical juncture, and she couldn't disturb them again.

A flash of inspiration struck Li Zhizhi's brain, and she slammed the power button!

If Tang Yu's boyfriend decided to settle accounts later, she could just claim her phone had run out of battery or something.

Li Zhizhi gave a mental thumbs-up to her own cleverness!

Back in the private room, following the police's instructions, Tang Yu continued slowly, "Even if we don't count the costs for a month's net profit and split it evenly between the two bosses, that's two million two hundred sixty-six thousand each. Assuming the boss gives you fifty percent as allowance, you end up with one million one hundred thirty-three thousand. Which means your monthly living expenses only amount to a single watch..."

She tilted her head. The man beside her was twitching at the mouth.

Tang Yu took a sip of juice, opening her eyes wide with a look of profound skepticism. "So, where on earth do you get the confidence to think this money could last for several lifetimes?"

Her expression clearly screamed, *You're totally full of it.*

The man grabbed a handful of his hair, rendered completely speechless by her words. It was the first time in his life he had been questioned to the point of having nothing to say.

Right at that moment, his father and his uncle were murmuring quietly about Workshop Number Six.

He tapped the table and looked at the factory girl. "The profits of Workshop Number Six are not as simple as you think."

She picked up a hairy crab, snipped the shell open with a pair of small scissors, and her hands were greasy, seemingly ignoring everything he said.

She shoved a large mouthful of crab roe into her mouth.

Indeed, expensive food had its reasons for being expensive—the meat was tender and delicate, packed with juices, and the savory flavor burst across her palate.

Mhm, next time she would have to buy hairy crabs for Bian Yang too.

"What's so complicated about it? Can a single workshop possibly rake in the profits of the entire factory by itself?"

She swallowed the crab roe before speaking again, her tone slow and dismissive.

"Ha, you actually guessed it right. The above-ground part of Workshop Number Six is just a facade. The real money..." he said smugly, "is underground."

Tang Yu's hand paused in the middle of eating. She repeated, "Underground?"

"Yeah, the underground is our foundation."

Seeing that she had finally regained some interest, the man couldn't help sliding his hand over to touch hers.

The young girl's hand was impossibly soft, and he found it simply irresistible.

Disgust flickered unabashedly in Tang Yu's eyes.

The police immediately reminded her through the wire, "Hold on a little longer, Tang Yu. We've already sent people to search the factory. Ask him where the underground entrance is."

Hold on? She wanted to drive her fork straight through his hand right now.

She blurted out, "Where is the entrance?"

She couldn't bear another second.

The man was still stroking her little hand. Everything else was great, except it was a bit greasy since she had just eaten crab. "Why are you asking about the entrance? You just need to know that big brother's money is enough to support you. Hang out with big brother in the future, and you'll—"

Before he could finish, Tang Yu abruptly stood up, violently yanking her hand back. Her sudden movement caught the juice glass and dinner plates on the table off guard, sending them crashing to the floor in a smash.

The juice splattered all over the man's designer outfit, instantly throwing him into a rage. "What the hell are you doing?!"

The bosses conversing in the private room immediately looked over with sharp vigilance.

The police gripped their guns even tighter! Tang Yu had blown her cover!

Tang Yu glared fiercely at the man. "I don't want to know about your so-called entrance, or Workshop Number Six, or the fact that you just bragged about making tens of millions and wanting to hoard all the money for yourself without sharing it with the senior boss!"

The senior boss finally caught on, slamming his hand onto the table. "Second Brother, what the hell is the meaning of this? You're trying to hog the money for yourself?!"

The second boss looked utterly bewildered. "Talk about talking nonsense! How could I possibly hog the money?"

The senior boss let out a cold sneer. "Your own son just admitted it, and you're still trying to cover it up? I've known for a while that something was wrong with you! All the businesses that don't make money are under my name, while you manage all the profitable ones and won't let my people get involved. Old Liu is your guy too, isn't he?!"

He slammed a ledger right into the second boss's face. "The numbers on here are whatever you wanted to fill in, aren't they?! Who do you think you're fooling?!"

The second boss panicked. "Big Brother, how can you say that to me? Over all these years we've been making money together, when have I ever shorted you?"

Just as the senior boss was about to open his mouth, Tang Yu interrupted him in an eerie, unhurried tone, "So the underground business belongs entirely to the second boss? No wonder..."

She left her sentence half-finished, casting a sympathetic look at the senior boss.

It was like pouring oil onto the senior boss's raging fire.

With a trembling hand, he pointed a sharp, intensely menacing finger right at Tang Yu and barked, "You finish that sentence! No wonder *what*?!"