After the divorce, I became a rich girl

Although An Ling's total assets are now 8 million with the 5 million from selling shares, this amount is a huge sum of money for ordinary people, but it is not much for her.

She sat in front of the French window, with the property certificate of the house in front of her. She spent 13 million yuan to buy this 120 square meter house, of which 7 million yuan was loaned from the bank.

She has poured so much effort into this house, and she did everything herself from hard furnishing to soft furnishing. Now that she has to sell it, she feels very reluctant.

However, she had no other choice. This was her most valuable asset. Perhaps, she would never return to Shanghai again, so keeping this house would not be of much use. Moreover, if she went abroad, she would have to start from scratch. She would be unfamiliar with the place and would have many places to spend money.

An Ling picked up the phone and called Manager Wang, a real estate agent he had added earlier, and said, "Hello, Manager Wang. I'm An Ling, the owner of Beichen Garden. We talked a few days ago."

When Manager Wang heard this, he immediately thought of An Ling and said with a smile, "Hello, Miss An. What do you think? Do you want to sell your house?"

An Ling looked bitter and replied, "I have thought about it. I plan to sell the house as soon as possible. I want to ask, what is the current market price of my house?"

Manager Wang replied, "Ms. An, you also know that the real estate market is not doing well right now. According to the current market valuation, your house can only be sold for 10 million at most."

An Ling was a little surprised: "But I spent more than 13 million when I bought this house, and you have seen the decoration. I put a lot of thought into it. It is completely ready for you to move in."

Manager Wang smiled and said, "Ms. An, the housing prices have actually been falling continuously during this period. Moreover, you hope to find a buyer as soon as possible, so you have to make some concessions on the price. In addition, decoration is just icing on the cake and is not worth much."

An Ling rubbed his forehead, thought for a moment and said, "Ten million, no less. How long will it take to sell it?"

Manager Wang replied: "Within a week."

An Ling nodded: "Okay, Manager Wang, please help me find a buyer as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, An Ling stood up from the floor and looked around the house where he had lived for more than four years, feeling desolate.

Vivian was rejected by the company she interviewed again. She came out of the company, angrily threw her resume into the trash can, and then called An Ling.

The phone rang twice before being connected. Vivian's grievances immediately surged into her heart, and she choked up and said, "Aunt, I applied for several companies and was rejected by all of them."

Hearing Vivian's cry, An Ling felt very uncomfortable. She comforted her softly, "Yueran, you can lower your requirements and salary first. You could be more willful when your aunt was around, but now your aunt can't take care of you anymore. You need to know what kind of work you are suitable for and don't be too ambitious."

Vivian cried and said, "My requirements are already very low now. I applied for jobs in some unknown small companies, but I was still rejected. Aunt, am I useless?"

An Ling sighed and consoled her, "How could that be? You are very good. Stop crying. Tell your aunt where you are now. I will come find you and treat you to a big meal. How about that?"

Weiweian cried and told An Ling where she was now, saying, "Aunt, I'll wait for you in the cafe."

An Ling said as she put on her clothes: "Okay, bring your resume and I'll help you revise it."

Vivian thought that her resume had been thrown into the trash can, but still said, "Okay, aunt, you are so kind to me!"

An Ling laughed and said, "Silly boy, if auntie doesn't treat you well, who else can she treat well?"

After hanging up the phone, Vivian returned to where she was just now, picked up the resume she had just discarded from the trash can, held it in her hand with disgust, then took out a wet wipe from her bag and wiped it carefully.

After An Ling got dressed, she picked up her bag and took the elevator to the underground garage. As soon as she stepped into the garage, her eyes suddenly went dark, and a car in front of her suddenly turned on its headlights. She was blinded by the strong light, and then she closed her eyes uncomfortably and raised her hand to block the glare.

Then the car suddenly drove towards her, and before she could shout "Help", she was pulled into the car without any explanation.

An Ling's face was filled with fear. She stared at the masked man who held her hostage in horror, unable to see his face clearly.

An Ling felt her heart pounding. She wanted to struggle, but the man was so strong that she couldn't resist. She was pressed tightly against the seat, and then her hands were tied tightly with ropes.

An Ling's face was pressed against the seat, and the smell of sweat filled her nostrils. She endured the nausea and said anxiously in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Please let me go, I will give you any money you want!"

However, the man ignored her and directly took a rag and stuffed it into her mouth without saying a word.

The driver in the driver's seat took a look through the rearview mirror, then picked up his phone and made a call: "Boss, it's done."

"Okay, we'll be there in about an hour!"

An Ling stared in horror at the person who was pressing her down on the seat, her eyes full of pleading. The fear in her heart seemed to solidify into substance, and her whole body was shaking.

At first, she could still hear the roar of cars and the noise of people outside the window. Gradually, there was only the sound of breathing and silence.

An hour later, An Ling felt the car slow down and then stopped. At this time, the arm pressing on her moved away, and the man next to her pulled her up from the seat and got out of the car together.

In front of them was an abandoned factory with a rusty iron gate. The driver walked forward and pushed open the iron gate. An Ling was choked by a foul smell of decay and coughed.

The man behind her pushed An Ling forward. Her high heels accidentally sank into a pit. She staggered and suddenly knelt on the gravel road, feeling a piercing pain in her knees.

An Ling gasped in pain, and before he could recover, he was picked up by the man behind him and half-dragged, half-pulled into the factory.

Later, she found a slightly fat man, also wearing a mask, sitting in the empty factory. When she approached, An Ling's eyes flickered and she recognized that this man was Mr. Wang from Universal Pictures.

However, she did not reveal his identity. Since he deliberately concealed it, she chose to pretend that she did not know his identity. Perhaps this could give herself a chance of survival.

At this time, the people behind him tied An Ling to the chair opposite Xiao Wang. An Ling looked at the three people in front of him in horror and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Please let me go, please!"

Mr. Wang admired An Ling's frightened expression with interest, then took off his suit jacket and slowly stood up.