Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration-Chapter 151 - 150: Best Substitute (12) - Second Update

Seeing the old Master Zhao like this, Father Zhao and Mother Zhao exchanged a glance, their eyes revealing a contented expression.

The servant quickly patted the old man’s back and coaxed him, finally calming him down.

"About Yijun, tell her not to worry. I will handle this matter for her," Old Master Zhao gave Father Zhao a look, "I’ll look into Liao Yizhou’s matter again. If it’s true, then he indeed owes Yijun an apology."

Although they said this, they didn’t really mind. After all, Liao Yizhou’s status spoke for itself.

The Zhao family wasn’t what it used to be. If a marriage alliance with the Liao family really succeeded, it couldn’t be better for the Zhao family.

Thinking of this, a somber light flickered in Old Master Zhao’s eyes. He couldn’t let that mother and daughter mess this up.

**

Liao Yizhou hadn’t been feeling well lately, and with the company being so busy, he hadn’t had time to pay attention to the outside world’s developments.

The media dared only mention Ye Shaohua; they wouldn’t dare to comment too much on the CEO of Yongteng Company.

Because of this, he hadn’t experienced much impact and was still unaware of the situation.

"Did Fenghua recently change its financial analysts?" Liao Yizhou looked at the people in the meeting room and tapped the table, "I haven’t heard of anyone coming back from overseas. Do you know who it is?"

No one in the meeting room had an answer, except for one person who raised a hand, "I know a bit. A few weeks ago, due to insufficient funds, I invested twenty million yuan in a small investment firm. To my surprise, they truly returned five million yuan to me in a short period."

"Five million yuan?" Liao Yizhou paused mid-tap. That amount was indeed significant in a short period. If the capital were two hundred million, it would be fifty million returned—quite a sum, even for him. "That case, who handled it?"

The speaker immediately replied, "The manager there handled all procedures. I never met the person who actually managed my capital, but I know who it is."

"Who?" Liao Yizhou’s interest was piqued.

A small investment firm, likely not yet poached by the big companies, could still be within his reach.

"Y," the person said with a wry smile, noticing Liao Yizhou’s spaced-out expression, "That’s right, the ’stock god’ Y, frequently mentioned on the finance channel."

Upon hearing this, Liao Yizhou’s attention drifted, and he let out a regretful sigh.

This Y had made quite a stir in the stock market recently.

Many large corporations were trying to uncover TA’s identity, to no avail. The title ’stock god’ wasn’t given lightly; it was because Y was indeed formidable.

In less than a month, TA had controlled stocks worth tens of millions of yuan.

For true tycoons, this amount was trivial, but what they truly feared was the other’s keen eye and gift. In just one month, even Liao Yizhou had to admit that he couldn’t have such clear insight.

After all, the stock market fluctuated too much.

After the meeting, Liao Yizhou intended to return to his office but then remembered Ye Shaohua. He summoned his male assistant and asked, "Has she arrived at Yongteng?"

That question, still vague, but the assistant was used to it and swiftly grasped who Liao Yizhou meant, "Human Resources called her last night, but it seems Miss Ye didn’t agree."

"Didn’t agree?" Liao Yizhou paused with the documents in hand, looking up instinctively to ask, "Why didn’t she agree?"

So many were eager to get into Yongteng. Was she being foolish?

The assistant shook his head, looking at Liao Yizhou, wanting to ask if he was unaware of what happened to Ye Shaohua yesterday.

But in the end, he didn’t speak. After all, he was just an assistant, without the authority to meddle in Liao Yizhou’s life.

Liao Yizhou’s frown deepened at the news about Ye Shaohua and didn’t relax all day.

He held his phone, several times wanting to call and ask what exactly Ye Shaohua intended. Didn’t she need money? Why not accept his goodwill?

However, the little reason he had left didn’t let him do so; he didn’t have the right, not yet.

Throughout the day, his expression wasn’t great, inexplicably irritable. Whenever he found obvious oversights in the documents, he would subconsciously think of Ye Shaohua.

Thinking if she were here, she would surely spot them immediately.

Because this matter weighed on his mind, he didn’t pay attention to Zhao Yijun all day.

He hadn’t noticed that he was thinking less and less of Zhao Yijun now.

It wasn’t until the afternoon when Pu Zhehan called, "Yizhou, what’s wrong with you? You haven’t comforted Yijun all day. She’s at the bar drinking with Yi Xian right now. Hurry over."

After speaking, Pu Zhehan hung up.

Liao Yizhou looked at the phone, frowning. Drinking? Comfort?

He wasn’t aware of what had happened but thought of Zhao Yijun and rushed over without delay.

On the other hand, the assistant had mentally prepared to tell Liao Yizhou about Ye Shaohua but, seeing him hurry out, the words he was about to say got swallowed back.

Inside the bar.

Zhao Yijun sat quietly in a corner, drinking. Yi Xian was trying to console her. Fortunately, people like Pu Zhehan were watching; otherwise, with so many people in the bar, who knows what could happen.

"What happened?" Liao Yizhou furrowed his brow.

"You know, you shouldn’t have done that, knowing Yijun was back," Pu Zhehan signaled to him with his eyes, "Apologize to Yijun quickly, see if she can forgive you."

Liao Yizhou’s eyes narrowed slightly, "What did I do?"

"It’s Ye Shaohua," Yi Xian spoke disdainfully, "Yizhou, you better sort that woman out. I knew she was up to no good, exposing you online and causing misunderstandings between you and Yijun. It served her right that now everyone knows she’s the shameless one meddling between you two. Say something. Yijun, Yizhou was just confused at the time, and I swear he really has nothing to do with that Ye Shaohua. If it weren’t for her looking like you, none of this would have happened..."

"Yizhou, I trust you, but... you still shouldn’t have found a substitute..." Zhao Yijun said with a wistful smile.

Hearing this, Liao Yizhou’s mind exploded, and he turned to Pu Zhehan, "What did you just say? What happened to Ye Shaohua?"