From where Su Weiwei sat, she had a clear view of the entrance. The moment she saw Lu Yushi stride in, her brow arched slightly.
Lu Yushi’s expression instantly darkened.
Her. Again.
Assistant Xiao Chun swallowed hard when he caught sight of Su Weiwei.He was doomed—surely the president would think this was deliberate!
Indeed, Lu Yushi’s gaze was glacial as it swept across him.
Xiao Chun immediately shrank back, scrambling to pick the farthest possible seat. Only after sitting did he realize a problem—
Didn’t Section Chief Mu say he was meeting a friend?
In a hushed voice he whispered, “So it turns out Section Chief Mu and his wife were on a date… no wonder he didn’t have time for us.”
Lu Yushi’s voice was icy: “Shut your mouth unless you want to be treated as mute.”
Xiao Chun clamped his lips shut instantly.
Su Weiwei spared Lu Yushi a single glance, then deliberately ignored him, turning back to discuss funding with Mu Junze.
Without money, everything was meaningless.
Seeing that Lu Yushi had already chased her down to the café, Su Weiwei clenched her teeth and decided to bluff.
Her tone was bold and unflinching: “Please be assured, Section Chief Mu—my capital is no less than Lu Yushi’s.”
Mu Junze: “…”
Su Weiwei added firmly, “I have five hundred billion in liquid assets sitting in my account right now.”
Mu Junze pressed his lips together. At that moment, it really did sound like she was bragging.
Yet Su Weiwei’s face didn’t flush, her breathing didn’t hitch. She met his gaze with absolute confidence, bluffing without the slightest crack in her composure.
She didn’t have five hundred billion now—but who said she wouldn’t tomorrow?
The University Town project wouldn’t break ground for another six months. Within half a year, she would definitely make a hundred billion.
And a hundred billion was enough.
Mu Junze studied her calm bravado and found himself speechless.
“Miss Su,” he said at last, “your proposal states the contractor is Future Voyage Co., Ltd…”
Su Weiwei shamelessly answered, “Yes. We’re an international conglomerate.”
Maybe not today—but one day, it would be true.
Mu Junze was left dumbfounded. Did she think he hadn’t checked?
Future Voyage had been registered only two years ago, with annual revenue under one billion.
Su Weiwei lowered her eyes, concealing the sly gleam within.
She recited the very figures she had glimpsed earlier on the data sheet Xiao Chun had dropped, quoting them directly to Mu Junze.
She wasn’t afraid of Lu Yushi verifying.
After a long silence, Mu Junze admitted to himself that both her design and her data skills were extraordinary.
She was a rare talent.
But the fatal flaw was undeniable—Future Voyage had no money. And that was decisive.
When she saw him hesitate, Su Weiwei seized the moment. “If Section Chief Mu has no objection, I can transfer ten billion in start-up funds tomorrow.”
Though phrased as start-up funds, what she really meant was proof of strength.
Mu Junze gave a soft laugh, shaking his head. “Miss Su, this is a municipal project, not my private one. I cannot assign it to you at will.”
He genuinely admired her brilliance. If it had been his personal investment, he would have given her a chance—even if it meant losing money—simply because such talent was too rare to waste.
But this… was not his to give.
Su Weiwei’s heart sank. “Not even the slightest leeway?”
“Forgive me,” he said.
It was a clear refusal. And truthfully, Su Weiwei felt deeply disappointed.
She had thought rebirth meant invincibility. But the truth was, no one could ascend to the heavens in a single step.
She pressed one last time: “Section Chief Mu, give me one month. If Future Voyage can achieve fifty billion in revenue within that time, will you grant me a chance?”
Mu Junze gave no direct answer. A glance at his watch, then he said, “I have other matters. Let’s leave it here today, Miss Su.”
She was tenacious—admirably so—but…
Su Weiwei rose alongside him, walking toward the exit.
Just as they stepped out of the café, a commotion erupted outside. Crowds surged toward the escalators, rushing down to the plaza.
Suddenly, someone jostled Su Weiwei hard, twisting her ankle in her high heels.
Mu Junze reacted quickly, reaching out to steady her. Su Weiwei nearly fell right into his arms.
From inside, Lu Yushi caught sight of this scene. His face turned thunderous, and he shot to his feet, striding swiftly out the door.
Xiao Chun flustered, scrambled after him. “Eh? Eh? President Lu—?