allonlinenovel Chapter 121 Evil God
Chapter 121 Evil God
Tang Huihui, the curly-haired woman with a pointed chin and monkey-like face, was full of questions. "What do you mean?"
Song Fuqian, with his bowlegs, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, squinted, and exhaled the stale air. He said confidently, "Shuang Ge and I have been collecting scattered shares recently. In a few more days, we'll have more than fifty percent."
Li Wu was stunned for a moment, then a surge of joy rose within him, and he shouted excitedly, "Really? Are we going to turn the tables and become landlords?"
Nian Shuang picked at her ear, rolled her eyes at him, and said, "If you don't believe me, then get lost. Your constant chatter is really annoying."
Li Wu scratched his head sheepishly, looking extremely aggrieved. "I didn't do it on purpose. I was just too happy."
After saying that, he frowned and looked at the man who hadn't said a word the whole time, and asked in confusion, "Qiangzi, what's wrong with you? You seem strange today?"
Liu Daqiang shuddered, then shook his head vigorously, "I'm fine, my stomach just hurts a little because I haven't eaten."
Seeing his panicked appearance, Yang Liguang seemed to understand something. He immediately took out his phone and texted his wife, asking her to book the earliest flight so that the whole family could go abroad to seek refuge when he returned.
Dong Sihan rubbed his hands together, eagerly rushing out.
Song Fuqian stopped him, asking in confusion, "What do you want to do?"
"Wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life. To avoid any unforeseen complications, I'll go and take care of Ye Jingke. Anyway, he's useless now." After saying this, Dong Sihan stylishly tossed his non-existent hair and strode out of the conference room.
Tang Huihui rested her chin on her hand and shrugged helplessly, "Xiao Dong is really impatient, but I like it!"
The six managers exchanged smiles, stood up together, and prepared to go out and see what was going on.
But just as they reached the door, they heard a scream from outside.
Immediately afterwards, the door was kicked open, and Dong Sihan lay sprawled on the ground. A blue shadow rushed past, leaving a hole in his head from which blood gushed out.
The managers backed away in alarm, their eyes fixed on the girl wiping her hands with a tissue.
The other person was slender with long hair reaching their waist. They had delicate and beautiful features and snow-white, flawless skin, like a newborn baby. However, their eyes were cold and ruthless, exuding murderous intent.
Li Wu swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and pointed his index finger at her, demanding, "Who are you? Why did you kill someone in public? Aren't you afraid we'll call the police?"
In fact, Dong Sihan's death did not bring them much sadness; on the contrary, they were quite excited.
After all, with fewer people, everyone can share more shares, earn more money, and improve the family's quality of life.
The girl lowered her eyes, rushed forward, grabbed Li Wu's fingers, and twisted them hard. In the instant a scream rang out, the world gained another disabled person.
Song Fuqian threw away his cigarette and tried to dial 110, but his phone seemed to be possessed, with no signal and no words that could be typed.
Tang Huihui is the department manager of the Human Resources Department, responsible for managing employee files.
She felt the girl looked familiar, and it took her a while to recall who she was. "She seems to be a newly signed artist from about two weeks ago, but I don't remember her name."
Ye Jingke walked in with a sinister expression, put one arm around the girl's slender waist, and swept his gaze across the faces of the managers one by one before coldly saying, "Let me briefly introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Cheng Ai."
He pounded his shoulder with a double hammer, venting his dissatisfaction through gritted teeth, "Xiao Ye, the conference room is one of the company's important places. Bringing her here to cause trouble seems a bit against the rules."
Cheng Ai pursed her lips, decisively gripped Nian's wrists, and twisted them forcefully, adding one more person to the list of disabled people.
The crisp sound of bones breaking was especially jarring in the silent night. Nian Shuang hugged his arms and howled in pain, rolling on the ground.
Ye Jingke put his arm around Cheng Ai and walked forward. The four managers who were not injured immediately made way for him, fearing that they might anger the evil god and bring about their own destruction.
Of course, their outward trepidation did not hinder their thinking; they racked their brains for every resource they could find, intending to negotiate with Ye Jingke.
Liu Daqiang was trembling uncontrollably. At this moment, all he wanted was to hand over the shares, the ledgers showing the seven of them embezzling public funds recently, and the videos of forcing artists to make illegal transactions, just to ensure the safety of his family.
Tang Huihui has intimate photos of Su Qi with Zhang Caifeng after her plastic surgery.
If the paparazzi get the information, both Ye Jingke and his company will be thrust into the eye of the storm.
Then she can find the right opportunity to sell her stocks and make a killing.
However, Tang Huihui did not want to do that. If she could join the board of directors and receive dividends every year, she would never waste her only trump card.
Song Fuqian's eyes darted around, and a half-smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Today, Shengding International exists in name only, with its artists' resources deteriorating and unable to ensure a balance between income and expenditure.
Most of his working capital is maintained by his sales channels. Moreover, he controls the entire R&D department. If some important data is tampered with without cause, the consequences will be far beyond what Ye Jingke can bear.
Oh, and he also holds 28% of the shares, so he has many safeguards at his disposal and is not afraid of any threats at all.
The only worry is Cheng Ai. That girl kills without saying a word; she's practically a demon.
Li Liguang didn't want to confront him head-on. He wasn't afraid of Ye Jingke, but he was afraid of Cheng Ai.
His mother had warned him to be wary of people who were indifferent to desires, no matter when or where, because such people not only had no weaknesses and were impervious to reason, but were also ruthless and would not give up until they achieved their goals.
Li Liguang glanced at Ye Jingke furtively, filled with confusion. The entire mental hospital was staffed by Su Qi's people, so how did he escape? And how did he meet Cheng Ai?
Why is Cheng Ai willing to risk her life for Ye Jingke? Are the two really in a romantic relationship?
Forget it, instead of worrying about these trivial matters, I should think of a way to get out of here.
Nian Shuang had already fainted from the pain, but Li Wu was still gritting his teeth and enduring it.
His gaze was like a razor blade as he shot at Cheng Ai, wishing he could tear her to pieces.
Fu Ruya's request to participate in the recording of the variety show "Dare to Come" was probably an attempt to suppress her. Fortunately, she had already communicated with Zhao Nan, otherwise she might never have had another chance to speak.
Ye Jingke casually sat down, crossed his legs, placed one hand on Cheng Ai's chair, and lightly tapped the table with the other. His face was icy, and his thin lips parted slightly, "I am the legal representative of Shengding International. I feel that I don't need to report to a mere manager like Nian who I bring to the conference room. What do you think?"
The four looked at each other, then lowered their heads and remained silent.
Ye Jingke nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "Silence means consent. The meeting will now begin."
He snapped his fingers, and Bai Jing immediately walked in and placed seven documents on the table. "Take a look at them all. If there are no problems, sign them quickly."
Li Liguang opened it and was immediately stunned. Tang Huihui's eyes widened, and she exclaimed involuntarily, "Equity transfer agreement?"