novelden Chapter 323 Shareholders' Meeting Storm
Chapter 323 Shareholders' Meeting Storm
"Quiet down, everyone!" Song Dehai shouted repeatedly.
I raised my hand and slammed the heavy folder onto the conference table with a "thud".
The sound wasn't deafening, but it was enough.
“Come on, let’s take a look at this.” I reached in with my fingers, pinched the edge of the paper, and pulled one out from the middle.
He just held it up and waved it.
"Do you want to see the deep inside story of the company?"
Just a moment ago, they were all craning their necks, trying to read something from my face, or they were just shareholders who loved watching the drama unfold.
Now, fearing for their own safety, not a single person dares to look up and meet my gaze.
Then I pulled out a few more documents from the folder.
This time, there was no rush to read it aloud; I just held these few thin sheets of paper in my hands.
"Everyone here,"
I paused deliberately to make sure everyone's ears were perked up.
"Who has a deep connection with the Song family's business?"
"Or rather, there's some kind of messy, unclear debt."
"Now, step forward and talk to me."
The faces in the audience suddenly froze as if a collective pause button had been pressed.
My gaze passed over several rows of stiff heads and landed precisely in the distance.
That woman, Madam Song.
She was still the same as always, her neck stiff like a swan's, but she was still trying to maintain her elegance.
His chin was slightly raised, and his eyelids were half-closed.
Our eyes met in mid-air, separated by the throng of people.
"Mrs. Song,"
I twitched the corner of my mouth and raised my eyebrows slightly.
Would you like to take a look at this document as well?
"Perhaps there's something inside that you'll find particularly interesting."
She didn't reply.
I slowly scanned the shareholders, whose anger and fear had been completely ignited by my words and documents.
If the ship is sinking, those that are slow will all perish in the belly of the fish.
Who wouldn't want to jump off this sinking ship as soon as possible and clear their name?
"Ah, it seems that Madam Song has a well-thought-out plan and has other brilliant ideas."
"Let's listen together," I said, picking up the document and starting to read.
Those hidden contract details in the nooks and crannies, those carefully smoothed-out accounts concealing shady dealings.
Layer by layer, the core, long since rotten and foul-smelling, was revealed.
"...using shell companies to transfer assets, the amount..."
"...the private agreement with XX Bank involved illegal guarantees..."
"...duplicate reimbursements of project funds, artificially inflating costs..."
The shareholders could no longer sit still.
"This...this is impossible!"
A middle-aged man wearing a plaid shirt and with his hair neatly combed, suddenly stood up, his face flushed red.
"Zhang Tian! Where did you get all this stuff?!"
Another one joined in the clamor.
"You're spouting nonsense! This is slander! I'm going to sue you for defamation!"
Their voices grew louder, escalating from whispers into open debate and accusations.
Suspicion, anger, and panic.
Like a virus, it spread wildly throughout the venue.
I don't know when, but Song Yafei had already walked to the edge of the stage, a position that was neither too close nor too far from me.
The spotlights overhead shone directly on her face, making it appear deathly pale.
I didn't look at her; my gaze remained fixed on the documents in my hands.
"Don't be naive if you think you can destroy the Song family." He didn't say it loudly on stage, but it was clearly aimed at Madam Song.
“This is not just a simple case of commercial fraud,” he added.
I uploaded the last document.
It's also the most important one.
The contents on the paper, in black and white, are clear and distinct.
Shares were swapped, assets were replaced, and huge sums of money were hidden overseas...
Each one is enough to send certain people firmly into that predicament, to work on a sewing machine for the rest of their lives.
Finally, a clear sob could be heard from the crowd.
My fingers quickly flipped through the documents, finally stopping on a certain page.
Pointing to the shocking figures and complex fund flow charts above.
"These astronomical debts, and the unclear whereabouts of these funds..."
"There has to be some explanation, right?"
"Zhang Tian! What the hell are you trying to do?!"
A bald man in the audience finally couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly stood up, pointed at my nose, and started cursing.
I felt like I could almost feel the spittle flying from a great distance.
Are you used to being pampered and can't even handle this little bit of stimulation?
I lowered my eyes and looked at the cold numbers on the paper.
Close the file folder tightly.
It made a dull thud.
"would be better,"
I looked up and my gaze was fixed on Madam Song once again.
She is the center of this storm and the root of all the problems.
"Please invite Madam Song out and explain to everyone?"
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
It was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a boiling oil pan.
"Yes! Let them explain!"
"Give us our money back!"
Some minority shareholders became unusually enthusiastic, each one filled with righteous indignation.
However, when a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a drum is broken, everyone beats it.
Human nature.
Song Yafei... what will she choose?
To be honest, I'm not really sure, after all, she's her mother...
I let out a cold laugh through my nose.
It was very light, but enough to break this brief freeze.
"Mrs. Song,"
My voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure.
"If you still want to save something for your daughter, for the Song family..."
"Now, it's time to take your stance."
She finally moved, without hesitation or doubt.
Step by step...
It walked towards me, towards the very center of the conference stage.
An elegant posture accompanied by the sound of high heels clicking on the ground.
Amidst the noise, this sound was unsettling.