Chapter 175: Mo Fan Returns to the Mo Family (Part 4)

An Feng patted Mo Fan on the shoulder and quickly followed Mo Lan into the study, while the others dispersed. The four guards, East, South, West, and North, also returned to their rooms to pack their belongings. They had long wished to leave the Mo family, though they had not expected to leave in such a manner.

Boss Jin had nothing much to pack, so he sat quietly in the living room with Liu Fei and Xiao Qi. Mo Fan wandered off in a daze toward Elder Mo’s room.

None of them felt at ease. The Mo family was going bankrupt, and with so many things happening, Mo Lan must be extremely troubled. Yet, they did not dare to step forward to comfort her, nor did they know what they could do. They did not possess billions in wealth, so how could they possibly fund or assist her?

Boss Jin certainly had a considerable amount of money, but those in his line of business required sufficient capital. If he were to deploy a large sum of funds and ultimately end up unable to turn over his inventory for capital turnover, Boss Jin would suffer massive financial losses. Therefore, he felt helpless and could only sigh aside.

Mo Lan was inside the study, pulling out a pile of contracts and ledger books from the cabinet. However, she knew nothing about these matters. Flipping back and forth, she only knew how to check the monetary amounts on these ledgers and contracts, and could only calculate them page by page from the account books. She took a brand-new ledger and copied down all the data one by one. This method was not only slow but also deeply frustrating.

"Let me help you." An Feng watched how Mo Lan handled the task for a moment before taking the initiative to step forward and assist. There were many valuable items in the study, and An Feng did not dare touch them casually, knowing this was not his home.

Mo Lan nodded and began to examine the family's real estate holdings, only to discover that very few properties still belonged to them. Several prime plots of land had already been transferred away, and the person to whom they were transferred was a stranger to her. Even several mountain forests belonging to the family had been signed over, with only the name of the Mo family listed as the signatory. Who on earth had sold them?

Furthermore, aside from the local company, none of the other businesses were actually part of the Mo family's assets; they had been transferred away several years ago. These must have been her father's doing.

Calculated this way, the remaining assets here amounted to less than three hundred million. And since there was no guarantee they could find a buyer to take over the local company, what should they do to raise the ten billion?

The more Mo Lan thought about it, the more her head ached. She put down the documents on the desk and massaged her temples. Glancing at the valuable items in the room, she decided to keep a few things Elder Mo loved and sell everything else. Though it broke her heart to part with these items—which had always been Elder Mo's most cherished collections—if she didn't sell them, they truly wouldn't be able to raise any money at all.

Mo Lan's personal fortune would be enough to secure her a carefree and comfortable life alone, but supporting such a massive household required vast expenditures. From now on, she would no longer be the eldest young lady of the Mo family, but a woman tasked with supporting a family.

"What on earth should I do?" Mo Lan felt utterly exhausted. She squatted on the floor, hugging her knees, her head aching, her heart aching, and her entire body fatigued. In the span of a single day, the Mo family had gone bankrupt, and she had been reduced to a nobody.

Having finished processing the documents, An Feng saw Mo Lan in this state and squatted down beside her, pulling her soft body tightly into his embrace. He rubbed his nose affectionately against her hair, inhaling that familiar, comforting scent, and felt that everything would still be all right—there was still a chance for redemption.

Patting her back, he comforted her, saying, "It will be fine. Everything will pass, and our lives will only get better from here on. Move into my place; my house is large enough to accommodate all of you. You can bring whatever you like, and whatever money is missing, I will make up for you."

Fresh tears streamed down Mo Lan's face. She felt so helpless. Why was her mind so foolish right now? Not only had she offended Qian Yin, but she had also hurt the hearts of so many people in the Mo family. Now that the family was bankrupt, she had not the slightest clue how to handle things and constantly relied on others for help. When would she ever grow up and become someone capable of standing entirely on her own? When would she ever be able to repay the debts of gratitude she owed to so many people?

"Thank you. Then let's hurry and pack our things, finish processing everything, sell whatever can be sold, and liquidate all our assets," Mo Lan decided, her mind made up. Though traces of sobbing still lingered in her voice, her heart had grown stronger.

Within a single day, Elder Mo was safely relocated to An Feng's home, and the others had packed their belongings. Mo Lan, An Feng, Liu Fei, and Xiao Qi set about liquidating the assets. They met with numerous prospective buyers who came to negotiate, ultimately selling off all properties at fair prices.

The rest of the household helped out at An Feng's place, cultivating the medicinal herbs of the Immortal Elder, as they still required a vast quantity of medicinal ingredients. Not only did they need to forage for herbs in the mountains, but the existing herbs also had to be carefully tended.

Since An Feng's household did not employ domestic servants, all the former servants of the Mo family were brought over to stay at An Feng's house. The uncle looked at the bustling household with immense excitement, yet felt a sense of lament upon hearing about the misfortunes that had befallen the Mo family. Such a flourishing family had been ruined just like that.

Having met with numerous businessmen and engaged in countless rounds of negotiations, An Feng and Mo Lan deepened their understanding of commerce. After much verbal sparring, they gained insight into more sophisticated business strategies. This crisis had forced them to mature even further.

They managed to raise twenty-five and a half billion, leaving a shortfall of five and a half billion, which their friends ultimately pooled together to help them repay. Not only was Mo Lan bankrupt, but she was also now in debt to the tune of five and a half billion. Although each of them had stated that Mo Lan did not need to return the money, her conscience would not let her rest if she didn't.

Watching the final departing businessman leave, Mo Lan felt utterly exhausted. Who would have thought that commercial affairs required so much mental energy, involving a hundred calculations and a thousand plots? On top of that, she had to exchange endless polite pleasantries, phrasing things with the utmost tact, over and over again. Her throat was parched with thirst. Seeing a cup of cold plain water on the table, she drained it in a single gulp.

Xiao Qi also finished drinking the water in his cup, then said blankly, "These business matters are so annoying. I don't know how those people aren't tired after saying the same things so many times, and haggling like that."

"It's quite normal. In business, no one is willing to suffer a loss," An Feng gave an objective evaluation. Glancing at the empty cups on the table, he sighed—they were finally done, and the necessary funds had been raised.

The four of them drove back to An Feng's house. Looking at the completely transformed residence, An Feng felt both surprised and delighted. What was once merely a luxurious estate now leaned closer to the ambiance of a reclusive scholarly family. Having stayed at Mo Lan's place for so long, he had grown accustomed to the scenery there, but now his own home carried that very same familiar charm.

It was Xiao Qi's first time visiting An Feng's house, and he looked around with utmost focus. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he saw Mo Fan sitting blankly there, as if he still hadn't recovered his wits from the events of the past two days.

An Feng stepped forward, patted Mo Fan, and comforted him, saying, "Everything has passed. It's going to be fine."

Mo Fan nodded numbly, quietly gazing at this unfamiliar home. Finally, his eyes fixed on a specific room. His father was still locked inside, with his mouth stuffed. Though the sounds of cursing could no longer be heard, the muffled thud of objects crashing against the door could still be detected from time to time.

Ignoring them, Mo Lan walked straight toward another room, gently opened the door, and looked inside. The person on the bed lay there quietly, completely oblivious to the outside world, sleeping soundly and peacefully.