Three years ago marked the peak of campus loan schemes, when the industry was growing at its most rapid and frenzied pace. The company’s business scale skyrocketed. They were practically counting money while sitting on piles of it.
However, after a few foolish companies caused deaths, the state implemented severe crackdown policies and restrictions, causing many campus loan companies to shut down. But the shrewd and careful people at Fen Jin Bao, particularly adamant about avoiding deaths and obvious crimes, managed to weather the storm. Though their business contracted afterward, they still maintained control over the campus loan market in central China.
The practice of nude loan videos developed during this period. Among the female college student borrowers, there were many beautiful ones. Sometimes they were brought to the company, to Zhou Rongfeng’s office. Some, with little resistance, gave in.
These college girls didn’t appear particularly desperate when leaving. But Zhang Wei knew that even if they exchanged their bodies for partial debt forgiveness, their debts remained bottomless pits, growing ever larger. The company’s control over them would only deepen.
Initially, Zhou Rongfeng didn’t force those who firmly refused, fearing complications. But Zhang Wei sometimes felt that Zhou Rongfeng’s desires were becoming increasingly perverse. He seemed to develop a collector’s mentality, growing more unsatisfied, and wanting to possess more female college students.
Later, He Qi and Xie Tangmao joined in. People in this business weren’t good people to begin with. In this unrestricted empire of money, their appetites grew with indulgence, with each chosen girl becoming an occasion for unbridled revelry.
Chen Zhaoci was a capable longtime employee. When Zhou Rongfeng asked him to bring girls back, he never questioned it. Zhou Rongfeng appreciated this about him. Occasionally, he offered Chen Zhaoci a chance to participate, but Chen claimed no interest in such things, so it was dropped.
Eventually, those chosen by Zhou Rongfeng were no longer allowed to refuse. The agreement was ideal, resulting in mutual satisfaction. For those who refused, Zhang Wei would step in, exploiting the natural trust between women to easily drug them. After everyone had their way, the college students’ debts would be forgiven, and none would speak up. Some even gave up completely, willing to return for a second and third time…
Whenever Zhang Wei played her role in these scenarios, she found she felt no guilt. In fact, watching these girls being taken advantage of gave her a feeling of empty satisfaction. She thought: they brought this on themselves. They brought it on themselves, just like she had years ago. But now, she had seized her opportunity and turned her fate around.
She and Chen Zhaoci were like the snake’s venom—silent, observant, precise, and merciless.
Once, during a meal, Zhou Rongfeng and the others laughingly counted their conquests of female college students. He Qi counted over 50, Xie Maotang was more enthusiastic with over 80, while Zhou Rongfeng had passed 100, the actual number lost to memory.
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Liu Yisha’s case was truly an accident. Who could have expected that a completely submissive girl would suddenly try to escape? Everyone had been drinking that night, some had even taken stimulants, and Zhou Rongfeng’s hand was too heavy. Perhaps the girl was physically weak to begin with, but she died instantly.
Everyone stared at each other in shock, half-sobered by fear. No matter how they checked, the girl had no pulse or breathing.
After a moment of blank staring, Zhou Rongfeng turned to the equally stunned Chen Zhaoci: “This was the person you brought in, she must have been sick, right? How could a normal person die from just that kind of touch? You figure something out.”
Chen Zhaoci’s face turned pale, and after trembling for a while, he lowered his head: “I’ll handle it.”
The leaders fled like birds, afraid to be associated with any death. Zhang Wei, feeling some kinship with Chen Zhaoci in their shared predicament, asked: “How will you handle it?”
Chen Zhaoci, appearing dull but quite clever, with a quick mind and many solutions, stood silently before the corpse for a while before saying: “I saw a post online about someone who killed a female college student last year. They still haven’t found the killer. The fatal wound was also on the head, this must be fate. If we’re careful and make it look similar, the police will think it’s the same killer and won’t suspect us.”
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When Xu Mengshan showed Zhao Feier’s photo, Zhang Wei looked confused: “Zhao Feier? I don’t remember her. But I have some impression of all the girls they played with. This wasn’t one of them. She’s rather ordinary-looking, and wouldn’t have been their target.”
Zhang Wei gave a self-mocking smile: “At this point, there’s no need to hide anything from you. Liu Yisha was truly the only girl they accidentally killed. These girls’ deaths would do us no good, only bring trouble. We… hoped they’d live well and long. That way, we could squeeze their entire lives dry.”
“As for Fan Lingling, we didn’t expect her to be a police officer. But after Zhou Rongfeng was injured, he became suspicious of her and then discovered the computer had been tampered with. We didn’t expect this video would still end up in your hands. Zhou Rongfeng, that pervert, recorded many videos like this. But if you’ve found the video, haven’t you found her? After she was brought to Zhou Rongfeng’s office, I truly never saw her again.”