Wu Bin's smirk widened. "Jiang Han, are you serious?"
Jiang Han's expression remained firm. "Mr. Wu, do you dare to gamble?"
This was an unexpected but golden opportunity for Wu Bin. He clapped his hands and laughed. "Of course. I look forward to seeing what you can do."
Everyone in the room had heard Jiang Han's bold declaration.
Three months—if he failed to solve the company's 100-million-yuan debt, he would have to surrender his shares.
The murmurs began almost immediately.
"Is Jiang Han out of his mind?"
"The car accident must have hit him harder than we thought."
"Huaifeng won't have the Jiang name for much longer."
Amid the whispers, no one looked more distressed than Jiang Zhiyu.
She never imagined that Jiang Han would make such a reckless decision without consulting her. But now, the words had been spoken, and there was no taking them back.
The only option left was to fight.
Her adoptive father had poured his heart and soul into Huaifeng. There was no way she would let everything he built fall into Wu Bin's hands.
Her eyes hardened as she stood up. "Enough!"
The room fell silent, all eyes turning to her.
"We're at a critical point," she said coldly. "If Huaifeng collapses, we all lose. This meeting is over."
Without another word, she turned and strode out of the room, her face a mask of determination.
Jiang Han followed close behind, deep in thought.
He knew that if he wanted to solve this crisis, he had to invest.
And if he wanted massive returns in a short time, the stock market was his best bet.
But there was a glaring problem—money.
Jiang Han had spent his life enjoying luxury without ever worrying about saving.
A quick mental check told him he had about 400,000 yuan left in his accounts.
A significant sum for most people in 2000.
But nowhere near enough to flip the situation and turn millions into billions.
The company's accounts were already stretched thin—he couldn't touch those funds.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I need more money…"
As he stepped outside, still hearing the faint murmurs from the meeting room, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him into her office.
Jiang Han knew she was furious.
She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Xiaohan, are you insane? You bet the company against Wu Bin? He's been after this for years!"
Jiang Han met her gaze without flinching. "Sister, trust me. I won't let Dad's legacy fall into someone else's hands."
Her anger wavered.
Jiang Han had always been carefree, but he was also intelligent. He wouldn't make such a bold move without some kind of plan… would he?
She took a deep breath. "Alright. Do you have a plan?"
Jiang Han hesitated.
His parents were gone, the company was on the brink of disaster, and now he had to ask his sister for money?
That thought alone frustrated him.
Jiang Zhiyu seemed to understand immediately. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Xiaohan, if you need help, just tell me."
Her warmth made something stir in his chest.
Pride wouldn't fix anything. He had to be honest.
Taking a deep breath, he laid out his plan: investing in the stock market.
He didn't expect her to support it.
And he was right.
Jiang Zhiyu's face darkened. "Xiaohan, I don't mean to doubt you, but this is risky. You'd need at least seven figures to even stand a chance."
She paused, her expression unreadable.
"I've dabbled in the stock market before. It's not as easy as you think."
Jiang Han left her office feeling unsettled.
Inside, Jiang Zhiyu sat quietly, staring at a framed photo of their family.
She traced a finger over the image of their late parents.
"Uncle… Aunt… Can I really take this risk?" she murmured.
Half an hour later, Jiang Han returned home.
He shook his head. "Looks like my sister won't be an option. I have to act fast. I need to raise money—those guys in the company won't wait for me to figure things out."
Just as he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang.
A new opportunity was about to present itself.