Chapter 431: You Think That's the End of It?

Yu Minghui nearly burst out cursing.

What was wrong with today? The moment anyone walked in, it was like delivering a death notice—the first thing out of their mouth was "something happened."

He forced down his anger, glared at the executive who had just entered, and said:

"You'd better actually have something."

At this moment, Yu Minghui's heart was like a volcano erupting; his fury had already reached its peak.

If what this executive had to say wasn't important, he would fire the man without a second thought.

"Our factories in Songhai were almost simultaneously hit with surprise inspections by the health department. Someone reported that we have food hygiene issues."

That executive was sweating buckets, showing just how serious the problem was. He added:

"And the fire department, urban management, and other departments have all shown up at the factory one after another. Looks like they're here to inspect too."

The moment he finished speaking, Yu Minghui felt the strength drain from his body, and he dropped into his boss's chair.

After a long while, he finally came back to his senses.

He'd kicked the hornet's nest!

All these departments lining up to inspect his factories meant the other party was out to destroy him.

Who had that kind of power?

Those departments don't swarm in just because of some random report.

Yu Minghui's mind was in complete chaos, but he hadn't totally lost control yet.

The immediate priority now was to figure out how to deal with the situation in front of him—otherwise, he could only wait to die.

"Notify the heads of every factory: cooperate with the relevant departments' inspections."

He instructed the executive who had come in later:

"No matter what the inspection results are, stabilize production first. Don't let the news spread."

This was a critical moment for the acquisition; any bit of negative information could cause it to fail, so he had to suppress the matter first.

Get the situation under control first, then figure out how to solve the problem.

"Understood." That executive acknowledged, then turned and left.

Just as he stepped out the door, another executive rushed in, nearly colliding with him.

The newly arrived executive's face was deathly pale. Gasping for breath, he said:

"Chairman, something happened!"

"I go and—" Yu Minghui swallowed the rest of the curse hard.

He was now starting to suspect the company's executives had all conspired together, coming specifically to make his life difficult.

The first sentence out of everyone's mouth was "Chairman, something happened."

As if I absolutely have to have something happen.

"As a member of the company's management, can't you be a little more composed?"

Yu Minghui looked at the man's panicked appearance and felt even more irritated. He couldn't help but rebuke:

"What kind of disaster could scare you into this state?!"

In his view, the current situation had already hit rock bottom; there couldn't possibly be a worse scenario than now.

"Our processing plants across Province S were hit with surprise inspections by various departments. They say someone reported us."

That executive answered timidly, speaking very quickly:

"Two factories have already been found to have food safety issues. Next we'll be facing fines and mandatory rectifications."

This news struck like a bolt from the blue. Yu Minghui, sitting in his boss's chair, suddenly snapped his eyes wide open, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles cracked.

They mean to wipe him out completely!

If the other party had only gone after the Songhai factories, it wouldn't have pushed him into a corner.

As long as the processing plants in Province S could keep running steadily, he could still maintain order fulfillment.

But now even Province S was being targeted—this was undoubtedly piling on more misery.

Once all factories were forced to halt production, there was no way to deliver orders on time.

By then, the breach-of-contract penalties alone would be enough to bankrupt Yu Minghui completely.

Once the capital chain snapped and creditors came knocking, going from rich to indebted would only take a single night.

Yu Minghui had been in business for many years, but today was the first time he truly understood what it meant to be surrounded by enemies on all sides, with no way out.

At this moment, he was completely dumbfounded.

Just how powerful a person had he offended?

It felt as if the entire world was against him.

"Chairman, Chairman..." The executive standing beside the desk looked at Yu Minghui sitting in the chair, his expression blank and dazed, and called out softly twice.

"If you have something to say, say it."

Yu Minghui didn't move at all, his gaze unfocused as he stared ahead.

He was numb now; his mind was entirely occupied with how to break the deadlock.

"If you ask me, things haven't reached the point of no return yet." The executive said softly.

Yu Minghui heard this and immediately came back to his senses:

"What do you mean? Be specific."

He seemed to glimpse a sliver of hope, but worried the man was only saying this to comfort him.

"The ones moving against us this time are the authorities."

The executive explained with a heavy, solemn expression:

"Since they're official institutions, they'll definitely act according to the law. Whether it's inspections or rectifications, everything will be carried out in accordance with the relevant laws and regulations."

Seeing Yu Minghui nod in agreement, he continued:

"When we first built the factories, every processing plant went through a strict round of inspection, and only after fully passing did production begin."

"So even if some small problems have turned up in certain places now, it shouldn't come to shutting down all of our factories, right?"

Finally, he looked at Yu Minghui with a thoughtful expression:

"In my view, this official action is more like a warning. They're using this method to caution us. As for the specific reason, I can't figure it out."

It wasn't that he couldn't figure it out—he was saving face for Yu Minghui.

Anyone in the company's management knew that this chairman had a son who was an embarrassment to the family.

They also often joked privately: that Young Master Yu would sooner or later bring catastrophe down on them all.

I see now… After being prompted by this executive, Yu Minghui finally realized whom he had offended.

He had only seen that the other party was a small criminal police officer, and forgotten that behind that small criminal police officer stood the entire Songhai police force.

Someone was backing that small criminal police officer!

Once he worked through this link, Yu Minghui immediately took out his phone and dialed.

No one picked up…

He called again—still no one picked up.

He was trying to reach Yu Ze's second uncle, wanting to tell the man to stop causing trouble at Hongkou Branch.

Not answering the phone at a time like this could only mean one possibility: he had also been arrested by the police.

This thought made Yu Minghui's heart rate suddenly accelerate, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The Songhai police are way too aggressive.

My son got beaten up by your people, so I filed a complaint. I haven't even sued yet, and you've already started your frenzied retaliation.

At least scare me first, right? Who just comes out swinging bayonets, every strike aimed at a vital point?

He now had grievances he couldn't voice, and couldn't even find a way to beg for mercy.

"Tell all the processing plant heads over in S Province to actively cooperate with inspections from every department."

Yu Minghui could now only brace himself and tough it out.

Just as that executive had said, things hadn't yet reached the point of no return.

As long as they weathered this round of inspections, the business could keep running.

When the time came, pay whatever fines needed paying, carry out whatever rectifications were required—use this approach to tell the other side that he was backing down.

The worst outcome would just be losing some money; it wasn't yet a dead end.

The next day.

Just as expected, after the inspections, more than half of the processing plants met requirements—no problems were found.

For the plants where problems were found, the relevant departments also issued rectification plans.

No major issues were found in the accounts either, though some of the tax-avoidance methods did contain an element of cutting corners.

But Yu Minghui's attitude was excellent—his main stance was one of accepting the penalty.

For him, the current outcome was already quite good.

Although a large sum of money had been lost, and a small portion of the processing plants had halted production for rectification, at least they had pulled through.

But just as he was letting out a sigh of relief, several executives burst into his office.

"Chairman, something's happened!"

(End of this chapter)