I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 791 - 466: Shooting Mosquitoes with Anti-Aircraft Guns, Two Little Chicks

"I... I am."

Wu Rui's face was pale, her expression flustered and confused.

Only now did she realize what kind of formidable person she had offended. Otherwise, why would the business bureau, fire department, tax office, and even lawyers all show up at her door?

"This is a lawyer's letter issued by Miss Shi on her behalf."

The suited lawyer handed over a document. "According to Article 469 of the Civil Code, verbal contracts are valid. There are transfer records to prove the existence of the agreement. Your refusal to fulfill your obligations may lead to a lawsuit for damages. We're here to gather some specific information from you."

Wu Rui opened her mouth in disbelief. "You... wait. Who are you talking about?"

"Miss Shi Zhixuan," the lawyer replied.

"It's... it's her?"

Wu Rui gasped sharply, her legs weakening again, frantically calling out to the front desk clerk. "Xiao He, help me into the office to sit down for a moment."

"Wait."

The business bureau and tax office staff stopped her. "Please cooperate with us to complete the investigation and evidence collection first."

"Sorry, sorry," Wu Rui apologized hastily. "Can you give me just a few minutes? Just a few minutes."

"Make it quick, then."

"Alright, alright."

Supported into her office, Wu Rui collapsed into her chair, feeling her throat dry as she gulped down several mouthfuls of water.

She scrolled through Douyin a few times: unpaid wages, manipulative sales, refund disputes, breach of contract... the platform was flooded with negative news about her dance studio.

Wu Rui couldn't figure out how a few ordinary female college students could wield such influence.

And for merely two or three thousand yuan—was it really worth mobilizing such an enormous effort?

If you had told me earlier about your connections, I'd have refunded your money immediately!

Isn't this just using a cannon to kill a mosquito?

Sweat seeped down Wu Rui's back. Leaving aside the scrutiny from tax and business departments and the lawyer's intervention, the online negative publicity alone could leave her studio without business for three months and force her to shut down entirely.

"I must have lost my mind to even think of bullying them!"

The front desk clerk stood timidly to one side, with only one thought in her mind... The dance studio is doomed. Will my wages even be paid?

"Boss, um, do you have any connections you can call?"

The front desk clerk asked cautiously.

"Connections? I ain't got shit!"

Wu Rui exploded in frustration. "If I had connections, would I be reduced to this? Just running a dance studio this small?"

It's over... a chill swept through the heart of the front desk clerk. With the studio collapsing, this month's salary is probably gone too.

Though she'd only been working for two years, she could recognize the weight of the situation—tax, business, fire, and a law firm… The boss clearly crossed a bigshot.

Who would have thought those college girls had this kind of backing?

Wu Rui took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. First, she needed to figure out which powerful figure was behind this, then assess whether there was room to maneuver.

"I'll make a few calls first."

Wu Rui was just about to dial when the front desk clerk's phone dinged a few times. She sneaked a glance and suddenly widened her eyes, then glanced at Wu Rui again, instinctively taking two steps back.

"What is it?" Wu Rui frowned.

"Nothing, nothing." The front desk clerk quickly shook her head.

"Tell me. Don't forget who pays your salary every month!" Wu Rui commanded aggressively.

The front desk clerk lowered her head and said, "Someone's saying you have HIV and genital warts."

"What?!"

Wu Rui felt a stabbing pain in her chest, as if her mammary glands had been clogged.

"These damned scoundrels are really good at slandering people!"

Wu Rui gritted her teeth in anger, but the priority was still dealing with the source of the trouble. She dialed several colleagues in the industry, only to find her calls either unanswered or brushed off with excuses about being busy before quickly being hung up.

"Those bastards! Last month, I treated them to dinner, and now that I'm in trouble, they won't even pick up their phones!"

Wu Rui cursed as she continued dialing. She had been in this industry for over a decade and had some connections. Finally, someone who shared a decent rapport gave her the inside scoop.

"Wu Rui, I'll say this upfront—don't tell anyone I told you this. I'm only doing this because of the friendship between us."

"Don't worry. I won't say a word that it came from you."

Wu Rui's tone was polite, but inwardly, she was swearing bitterly. If I hadn't lent you 50,000 yuan last year, would you really be so kind as to tell me? Still calling it 'friendship'—what a load of crap!

After listening, Wu Rui frowned. She hadn't expected the mastermind to be Jingfu Health's General Manager Yu Jifeng.

Last month, she visited Jingfu to meet Yu Jifeng, hoping to discuss potential business collaborations. But they completely dismissed her modest operation, not even granting her the courtesy of a meal.

Since Jingfu was acquired months ago, it had been expanding aggressively—fitness centers, yoga studios, dance studios—with exceptional online marketing driving it to become the largest health chain in Lu District.

If you compared Jingfu Health to her Ruofeng Studio, it was like pitting a Tsinghua PhD against a kindergartener. They weren't even in the same league.

What kind of lunacy is this? If you're so tight with the General Manager of Jingfu Health, why not train at one of their dance studios? Why bother renting space at my tiny studio?

After hanging up, Wu Rui's head was spinning. An entity like Jingfu could crush her as easily as squashing an ant.

"I'll try to talk to General Manager Yu and see if there's any chance to resolve the issue. After all, it's just a matter of a few thousand yuan—why blow things up to this extent?"