Chapter 2093
[2093] You tricked me!?
Chapter 2093 [2093] You tricked me!?
The sound of leather shoes tapping on the marble floor grew louder as they approached.
Under the spotlight, a middle-aged man in his fifties, dressed in a navy blue suit and with his hair neatly combed, strode over, surrounded by a group of people.
He walked quickly, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead, but his steps were steady and powerful.
"Chairman Niu!?"
The moment the person's face was seen clearly, gasps of surprise rose and fell throughout the hall.
Chen Dehan's expression changed drastically. His original tough stance froze on his face, replaced by a hint of barely perceptible panic.
The visitor was Niu Songran, the founder and chairman of the Nanyue Fenghua Jewelry Group.
"Mr. Niu, what brings you here?" Chen Dehan subconsciously stepped forward, forcing a smile. "This is such a small matter, how could it trouble you..."
Niu Songran didn't even glance at him and walked straight past him.
As they brushed past each other, Chen Dehan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, his smile frozen on his face.
"Boss Ye!"
Amidst everyone's incredulous gazes, Niu Songran strode to a stop three steps in front of Ye Feng, then—bowed deeply.
Ninety degrees.
It lasted for three seconds.
The entire hall was deathly silent.
Even Chen Shimei forgot the pain in his wrist, staring blankly at the scene with his mouth agape.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I'm late." Niu Songran straightened up, sweat trickling down his temples. "I'm sorry to have startled you."
Ye Feng nodded slightly but did not speak.
Niu Songran took a deep breath, turned around, and faced everyone in the hall.
His gaze swept across every face, finally settling on Chen Dehan's pale face. "Let me introduce you all," Niu Songran said in a low voice, but his voice carried clearly in the quiet hall, "This is Mr. Ye Feng, who, from today onwards, is the sole and wholly owned new owner of our Nanyue Fenghua Jewelry Group."
"Clap."
Chen Dehan took a half step back, his leather shoes tapping on the floor tiles with a crisp sound.
The color drained from his face at a visible speed, his lips trembled, and his eyes were fixed on Niu Songran before suddenly turning to Ye Feng.
"No...impossible..." Chen Dehan's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, "How could he be the new boss? How could I, the president, not know about the change in group ownership?!"
“Of course you don’t know.” Niu Songran finally looked at him, his eyes cold. “Because all the change procedures were completed overseas through offshore companies. Legally speaking, three days ago, Nanyue Fenghua Jewelry Group no longer belonged to me.”
He paused, then said slowly and deliberately, "And it belongs to Boss Ye."
Chen Dehan swayed and barely managed to stand by holding onto the front desk next to him.
His brain was racing, and then—he suddenly looked up and stared intently at Niu Songran.
"Old Niu..." Chen Dehan's voice trembled with anger, "You tricked me?"
"You sold the company a long time ago, but you kept it from me! These past few days you've deliberately spread rumors that you're looking for a buyer to lower my guard... You were just waiting for my son to get into trouble, waiting for Boss Ye to come knocking on your door, and then using this knife to—chop off my head, weren't you?!"
He practically roared out the last few words.
Niu Songran looked at him quietly, and only spoke slowly after he finished speaking: "Chen Dehan, you are half right."
"I'm waiting for this knife, but not to cut off your head."
He took a step forward, his voice suddenly rising: "I'm doing this to save this group! To save the company I painstakingly built, only to have it hollowed out by you and your son!"
The hall was completely silent.
Only Niu Songran's angry voice echoed: "Look at what Nanyue Fenghua has become! Procurement takes kickbacks, sales falsifies accounts, you control the finance department, and even the security guards have been arbitrarily fired by your son! I, the chairman, have long been sidelined by you! Does anyone listen to me in meetings anymore? You and your son outwardly comply with my decisions but inwardly do something else entirely!"
"The group's profits have been declining year after year for the past two years, but your and your son's dividends have been increasing year by year! Where does that money come from? It's squeezed out of the suppliers' pockets! It's cheated and swindled from the customers! It's deducted from employee benefits!"