sjar Chapter 322 The Mastermind
Chapter 322 The Mastermind
The next day, I arrived at the company early.
The landline kept ringing like a death knell, one call after another.
There was an undercurrent of tension in the finance department, and that heavy ledger lay open on the table.
I twirled the paper between my fingers, my fingertips gliding over the densely packed numbers.
It was done so "cleanly" that you couldn't find a single flaw.
Unfortunately, the more complex the situation, the deeper the water runs.
There are a few sums of money whose destinations are quite interesting.
The amount wasn't large, but the timing was crucial.
After going through several detours, shell companies, and overseas accounts, the money eventually ended up in one place.
The CFO? Could it be him?
I loosened my grip, and the ledger snapped shut.
The sound exploded like a bomb in the quiet corner.
"Mr. Zhang, do you see any problems?" At this moment, CFO Ai Hua seemed to have noticed something.
This woman is putting on a very respectable act.
"Check it out?"
The door was pushed open, and a voice suddenly rang out from behind.
It's Song Yafei.
"When did you arrive? How is Xiao Xiaotian?"
"It's alright!" Her face didn't look good, and she was tense.
I nodded and pushed the ledger aside.
"The accounts are fine." He said, and walked out of the finance department.
Song Yufei quickly followed and entered the president's office.
"Director Ai probably doesn't have that much ability; there's someone else behind it all..." I muttered to myself.
"What did you say? Who..." Song Yafei pressed.
"Besides you, who else in the company has overseas transfer privileges?"
This is definitely not a simple character.
"My mom has a copy of the overseas account key, but she doesn't interfere in company affairs!"
Mrs. Song? Why is Song Dehai treating her so strangely...?
"I heard that Mrs. Song and Director Ai have a good relationship."
"Oh, my mom and her dad were college classmates." She looked up as she spoke. "You don't doubt my mom, do you?"
“When my dad was alive, he wouldn’t let her get involved in company affairs. After I took over, she would just ask around casually.”
Who else could it be but her? I stared at the ceiling.
The financial records of overseas remittances are still faintly visible.
Madam Song, the mother-in-law who usually speaks softly and acts all high and mighty, as if she were some kind of noble person.
Behind the scenes, they use such cunning and manipulative tactics.
We need to come up with a plan that will make it impossible for her to get up.
Another day passed, and I received a text message from the company card saying that there was something important to tell me, so it must be someone inside the company.
That evening, Song Yafei was going to meet me at a rather secluded coffee shop.
The lights were dim, and a man sat with his back to the door.
That silhouette...
It looked familiar, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Dad?" I called out tentatively.
The man slowly turned around, and it really was him. He had no expression on his face; he just stared at me.
"it's me."
The voice wasn't loud, and it was a little hoarse.
The café was already empty, and the atmosphere was so tense it felt like it was about to freeze.
Song Yafei stood next to me, her brows furrowed in a frown.
The relationship between the father and daughter is truly... hard to describe.
"This time, I can't hide anymore."
He spoke first, his voice heavy.
"We can't let her mess things up anymore." His father slammed his fist on the table in anger.
"Who did you say?" Song Yafei asked, her eyes wide with confusion.
Could it really be Mrs. Song? My palms started to sweat.
"It's time for all those messy things that happened in the company back then to come out and be exposed."
"The roots are rotten; keeping them will only cause more harm."
He clenched his fist again.
Song Yafei didn't reply; the only sound in the air was the occasional hissing of the coffee machine.
After a few seconds, she moved her chair and sat down.
"I'll figure out the evidence."
“We need to expose all the people behind her.”
His dad said this while looking at me.
"But the one who finally stepped forward and drew that knife..."
"Zhang Tian, I think you're the most suitable."
Song Yafei was still in a daze.
I didn't say anything, picked up the now-cold cup of coffee on the table, and took a sip.
What else can I say at this point? I'm the most suitable person to say it.
"Impossible, impossible!" Song Yafei screamed in anguish.
Then his father recounted all of Madam Song's actions back then and how he was forced to leave.
He couldn't believe that his mother was the mastermind behind it all.
But in the end, she agreed to her father's plan.
A tough battle is inevitable.
Song Yafei walked beside me, her high heels clicking softly on the ground.
“My dad’s right, if someone really can bring her down,”
Her voice was so low it was almost blown away by the wind.
"That person is probably you."
I turned to look at her, frowned slightly, which was a tacit agreement.
The shareholders' meeting is just around the corner on Wednesday.
I stood on the stage.
Below were heads of people in suits and ties.
Today I need to get everyone's attention here.
They exposed all those shady things, one by one, one by one.
The projector shone its light onto the screen, and the light was a bit too bright.
Evidence was submitted one by one.
Transfer records, signed documents, and fake contracts.
It's crystal clear, there's no denying it.
"Can anyone explain this money transfer from an overseas account to a shell company?"
"Is the signature on this contract really yours, Chairman Song? The handwriting analysis doesn't say that."
"And why did the ultimate beneficiary of this project become a distant relative of yours who has absolutely no connection to you?"
With each sentence I spoke, I signaled to my assistant to switch to the next document.
The volume was just right, not too loud or too soft, ensuring that even people in the last row could hear it clearly.
The expressions on the faces of those in the audience became increasingly interesting.
From initially feigning composure, to gradually turning pale, and then finally unable to conceal her panic and anger.
Gradually, people started whispering to each other, and the voices grew louder and louder.
Some people couldn't sit still and started shifting their positions in their chairs.
"Madam Song."
I picked up the last document, walked directly to the projector, and manually placed it on it.
The signature, date, amount—every single number jumps out vividly.
"Is there anything else you'd like to say?"
"Zhang Tian is right!"
"They're treating us like fools!"
"We must get an explanation!"
"Does the Song family even care about its reputation?!"
The shareholders were absolutely furious.
Some were slamming their fists on the table, others were standing up and pointing fingers; it was a complete mess.
The reaction was more intense than I expected.
This time, the Song family is likely to cause a major earthquake in the industry.
Just then, Song Yafei's father walked in through the side door and went straight to the front of the stage.
He was holding a thick kraft paper folder in his hand.
It was handed directly to me.
I took it, weighed it in my hand, and it was quite heavy.
The last one, and the most fatal one.
I subconsciously glanced in the direction of Song Yafei in the audience.
She stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at the stage.
The lights were a bit too bright, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.
However, now is not the time to think about that.
I opened the folder.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
"There's more to come."