Chapter 616: The Pitiful Chicken Laying Eggs 5

Crying for a long time.

The noise outside not only didn't quiet down, but grew louder and louder.

He could even clearly hear the people outside discussing, discussing smashing the glass to break in.

But in the end, they still didn't do that, because someone outside advised them that blocking the door was justified, but smashing the glass to force their way in was not!

"Then we'll just wait here; I don't believe the people inside will hide for a lifetime and never come out."

"Right, just wait here. If we can't get a reasonable explanation today, we aren't leaving."

"Right, not leaving."

The noise outside quieted down a little, but Sheng Jiang did not feel relieved because of it.

Although people weren't forcing their way in, blocking the door wasn't a long-term solution either.

He really wanted to go to the restroom now; he had an urgent need to urinate.

However, the damn doors were all glass; as soon as he crawled out from under the desk, he would be discovered immediately...

Can't go, better hold it.

Sweat began to bead on Sheng Jiang's forehead, his face flushed red from holding it in; if this continued, something would definitely go wrong.

Suddenly, the noise at the main entrance grew loud again.

The crowd was in a stir, and people stood up one after another because someone from the company had arrived; a man walked out of the elevator and headed straight toward them.

Unlike everyone else, this man was very calm, his face devoid of anxiety and even wearing a smile; he held two cups of fruit tea in his left hand and two bento boxes in his right, looking like someone from the company.

"Hello everyone, are you here to withdraw your money?" the man asked everyone with a smile.

"That's right, who are you?"

"Are you from this company?"

The man took out his keys to open the door, saying as he did so: "Yes, I am Zhu Xingye, everyone follow me inside."

"Zhu Xingye? The Chairman of Shengda?"

"The Chairman is here, we absolutely cannot let him run away too..."

People suddenly perked up and swarmed in after him.

Hiding under the desk, Sheng Jiang was both happy and afraid.

He was happy that the Chairman hadn't abandoned him and had returned!

He was afraid that if someone broke into his office, wouldn't the fact that he had been hiding and not showing his face be exposed?

He was overthinking it.

People's attention was entirely captured by the Chairman; no one cared whether he was still there, and no one even glanced at his office.

The Chairman's office.

Zhu Xingye sat behind the desk, maintaining his consistent smile; he raised both hands and pressed them downward, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then he said: "For those who want to withdraw money, did you bring your agreements?"

"Brought it."

"Brought it, it's here."

"Brought it..."

Those who brought their agreements took them out of their bags, while those who hadn't prepared to make calls to have their family members send them over immediately.

"Line up, one by one."

People immediately formed a long line, and Zhu Xingye took out a Hallucinogenic Pen and unscrewed it, saying as he did so: "Sigh, you all say that I, as Chairman, have a hard life; it's already past work hours and everyone should be resting, but I have to work overtime personally to handle your business."

Reminded by him, everyone finally realized—that's right, no wonder there was no one in the company; it wasn't work hours.

They had seen the content of the press conference and were terrified that if they came late they wouldn't be able to withdraw their money, so they rushed over in a hurry, and no one had paid attention to whether it was work hours or not.

When the first person's contract was brought over, he reminded them: "Mr. Sun, according to the stipulations in the contract, withdrawing money before the contract expires is considered a breach of contract, and the company must collect a 20 percent penalty fee; you have no objections, right?"

"Ah? There's a penalty fee too?"

This person was indeed hesitant.

"That's right, it's written in black and white on the contract, it won't be wrong; why don't you take another look?"

Taking advantage of the time the person was looking at the contract, Zhu Xingye explained to everyone: "Everyone don't be anxious, everyone who wants to withdraw money today can withdraw it; when I came, I already notified the company's finance department, and they are rushing to the company now. Today, working overtime no matter how late it is, as long as you are a client who doesn't trust our Shengda Finance, you can absolutely withdraw your money..."

Zhu Xingye was smiling and didn't look at all like the rumors outside suggested—that the company was going bankrupt; he even seemed a bit excited about the refunds, and the gaze behind his lenses flashed with an excited light.

Seeing this, people began to hesitate.

Everyone whispered to each other, discussing whether withdrawing the money was worth it.

"I'm a bit reluctant to withdraw now; my cousin just received 300,000 in interest yesterday."

"Me too, the one million I invested is my coffin money; to lose 200,000 without even a splash is too much of a loss."

"Who's to say it isn't? Why not leave it for another month and then take it out? So many people have invested money, none of us are fools; we can't all be getting scammed, right?"

The hesitation and reluctance of the crowd were all seen by Zhu Xingye.

In truth, he didn't want to scam these people either, but there was no other way; his wife and children were in the hands of Zhu Yiwen, and if he didn't scam these people's money, that person would take the lives of his own family!

Although people had the intention to withdraw, the timing wasn't quite right yet.

Zhu Xingye opened his briefcase, took out a stack of photocopies, and placed them on the desk: "This is a fax I just received from the headquarters; I specifically made some copies for everyone to see."

People took them to circulate and read.

This was a Gold Mining Qualification Certificate.

Zhu Xingye explained: "Everyone's money has already been invested into gold mining; because you are the first batch of investors, the rate of return is so generous; those who came later don't have such a high rate of return."

"Now that the certificate is in hand, it means the gold is in our hands; if anyone is willing to give it up now, I have absolutely no opinion."

"Not withdrawing, I'm not withdrawing."

Mr. Sun, who was ranked first, snapped the Hallucinogenic Pen in two, clutched the contract to his chest like a treasure, and argued righteously: "Truly, there is no merchant who isn't treacherous. You asked us to invest when your qualifications hadn't even been approved, and now that the gold mine is about to be mined and money will be pouring in endlessly, you want me to withdraw my capital? I'm not a fool."

He was now full of righteous indignation, having completely forgotten that he had been the one making the most noise just a moment ago.

"I'm not withdrawing either."

"Chairman, we believe in Shengda."

"Right, let's go home."

Very quickly, everyone left.

The corners of Zhu Xingye's mouth curled up, hanging with a trace of mocking laughter.

He carried a boxed meal to the General Manager's office, but frowned as soon as he entered—what is that smell?

"General Manager Sheng, are you there?"

No one answered, but the corner of a leather shoe was visible under the desk, shaking violently.

"Everyone's gone, come out!"

Sheng Jiang: "Re-really?"

Zhu Xingye frowned in disgust; this person is just an incompetent fool who can't be helped, completely useless.

It would be one thing if he lacked ability and talent, but the main thing is that he lacks a sense of responsibility.

He looked down on a man like Sheng Jiang from the bottom of his heart, but there was no help for it; he still had to play along with him.

Zhu Xingye suppressed the disgust in his heart and said kindly: "Rest assured, General Manager Sheng. If they hadn't left, I wouldn't have come over. It's fine now, I'm sorry you were frightened."

Sheng Jiang crawled out from under the desk, trembling, leaving a small puddle of water on the floor, and his own trousers were wet too.

Once he came out, the smell was even stronger.

"Oh, I just remembered I need to make a few phone calls. Come find me in a little while." Zhu Xingye did not expose him, leaving Sheng Jiang with plenty of face.

Sheng Jiang changed his clothes, cleaned himself up, and went to the Chairman's office, still wearing a bitter expression: "Chairman, is there really a problem with our Chicken Lays Eggs?"