"You're telling everyone that Old Sun not only owes me money but also made me issue a statement claiming he doesn't?" Mr. Jing had been annoyed for days because of a quarrel with Wang Zhong, and he'd never done anything underhanded to claim power, so he wouldn't admit it. If push came to shove, he'd just withdraw his shares, go solo, and make up for the lost profit from tempered glass—that would settle it. Therefore, he was unaware of the small video that had spread through Sun Yinrui's social circle and had exploded in popularity, nor did he understand the reason behind Old Sun's actions. No sooner had he finished speaking than his cellphone started to ring.
Sun Yinrui hadn't connected the dots between the debt and the scandal that had been exposed at all. It was clear to him that this was a planned and organized attack against him. He understood Lao Jing, who he'd known for over 20 years, all too well. Lao Jing was as clueless as a block of wood when it came to these things.
