Chapter 345

Fu Guiru did not bluff; after leaving Gao Litang, she immediately had her company's subordinates register a new firm and prepare to transfer assets.

Then she convened the board of directors and announced her future plans.

"Our Fu Corporation currently owes the bank two loans; within six months at most, we may default, so we must prepare for the worst."

"How could we default? The company has been profitable all along. Guiru, are you pulling this shell game out of some hidden agenda?"

"My younger brother just died—can't you wait even a little longer?"

Fu Guiru's uncle, Fu Yinglü, lifted his eyelids and glanced at his eldest niece, speaking with sarcastic insinuation.

Fu Guiru replied coldly: "No matter how profitable the company is, it can't withstand all of you siphoning dividends off the books!"

"For years, you've never invested a single cent back into the company, yet it's grown—entirely on bank loans."

"That was fine before—we could just tighten our belts—but recently, you've been spreading rumors, prompting the bank to investigate and explicitly notify us they won't lend us any more."

In manufacturing, nothing is worse than a broken cash flow; banks are like dogs—they'll cut off credit in an instant, and that can cripple a business; if they call in loans, it's fatal.

"If they won't lend us money, we can mortgage our shares!"

Uncle Fu Yinglü said: "Xiaoman holds a large stake, and you hold her guardianship—you only need to mortgage it to raise several million."

"At a time like this, you're still targeting a child?"

Fu Guiru sneered: "I won't mortgage Xiaoman's shares, and neither will you. Let me remind all of you uncles, aunts, and cousins: whoever causes trouble must bear the consequences—don't expect others to clean up your mess."

"Are you talking about me?"

Fu Guiyin, who had been silent until now, looked up, gritting her teeth: "I only get two hundred thousand a month—what trouble have I caused? My father just died, and you're already—"

"Do you know why you used to get two hundred thousand a month?" Fu Guiru cut in sharply: "Because your second uncle was still alive! You were still a child. Now he's dead—no one will coddle you anymore."

Fu Guiyin stared, dumbfounded.

She never imagined her cousin, who always portrayed herself as "loyal and sentimental," would say such things at a board meeting.

Fu Guiyin turned to her uncle's family, but they ignored Fu Guiru's cruelty entirely—not one of them spoke up for her, the young mistress.

"You—you—"

"Don't talk about us," Fu Guiru said calmly. "Guiyin, you'd better resolve your affairs quickly—otherwise, once the new company is established, you won't qualify to sit on the board."

"You dare!"

"Just see if I dare!"

Fu Guiru snapped: "Over the years, you've taken the most money from the books. If you keep this up, you'll drag Fu Corporation to ruin. If you don't change, we'll start fresh—and you can stay behind with Fu Corporation and wait for bankruptcy!"

The conference room fell silent; everyone turned to Fu Guiyin.

Over the years, with her father and cousin's backing, Fu Guiyin had done countless despised, hated things at Fu Corporation.

If they kicked her out and dumped the bank debt on her, it would be a very convenient solution.

"Dududu~ Dududu~"

The conference room door was suddenly knocked on.

As everyone looked up, the door was pushed open.

It was Gao Litang.

Fu Guiru's assistant walked in awkwardly, looking nervous: "General Manager, I couldn't stop them."

"Not your fault."

Fu Guiru glanced at Gao Litang, then said to Fu Guiyin: "Go handle this—don't disrupt the meeting."

Fu Guiyin stood up gritting her teeth, but Gao Litang smiled: "Ms. Fu, you don't have to like us—but you can't refuse to welcome your own company's new shareholder?"

Everyone was confused—even Fu Guiru was stunned.

Gao Litang pulled open an empty chair and gestured to the person beside him: "Mr. Pei, please sit."

Pei Wencong bowed slightly to those around him, then sat down with perfect gentlemanly grace—polite yet subtly haughty.

But Fu Guiru's expression darkened, for she realized a terrible possibility.

Sure enough, Gao Litang raised his head triumphantly: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news: just now, Mr. Pei acquired all shares held by Miss Fu Guiyin."

"Boom~"

Everyone erupted.

"Good heavens! My younger brother just died, and you sisters are selling shares behind our backs—what are you trying to do?"

"The company owes the bank money—you can't sell shares and run off with the cash; you must settle the debt first."

Fu Guiyin was stunned. She'd signed the mortgage authorization with Gao Litang—she could only sell her shares if the amount reached twenty million.

Was this Mr. Pei an idiot?

Even Fu Guiru found it unbelievable, so she politely asked Pei Wencong: "Sir, how much did you pay for my sister's shares?"

Pei Wencong smiled at Fu Guiru: "Ms. Fu—"

Then Pei Wencong suddenly fell silent.

He stared at Fu Guiru's face, frozen for seven or eight seconds.

During those seconds, Fu Guiru's expression shifted from calm to irritation.

More than ten years ago, many men had looked at her like this—and even today, some still stole glances.

The phrase "still alluring" was made for women like Fu Guiru.

But she never imagined what Pei Wencong was thinking right now.

【Holy shit. Holy shit—how similar is this?】

【Obviously! Isn't every mystery solved now?】

After receiving Li Ye's assignment, Pei Wencong had many unanswered questions:

He simply couldn't understand why his boss—who could move tens of millions of dollars in minutes—had sent him to this backwater of Malaysia to run a tiny company.

But now he understood.

Pei Wencong had been to Qingshui County, drunk with Li Zhongfa and Li Kaichian, even nearly sworn brotherhood with them.

So he knew Li Ye's family background—and now, seeing how closely Li Ye resembled this woman, their facial resemblance was over seventy percent.

He also knew this Ms. Fu had come to Malaysia from Dongshan over a decade ago.

He'd once run a publishing house, hadn't he? With a little imagination, this was practically a short story.

【Grab it! Must grab it! This is a fortune beyond dreams! If I serve this woman well, my bond with the boss will be unbreakable!】

"Ms. Fu Guiru, correct?"

Pei Wencong snapped back to himself, immediately shedding all arrogance, smiling: "We acquired 45 percent of Fu Corporation's shares from Ms. Fu Guiyin for twenty million ringgit. If you have any objections—"

"Twenty million? You paid twenty million?"

Pei Wencong was about to report in detail when Uncle Fu Yinglü interrupted.

Pei Wencong smiled and asked Fu Yinglü: "Sir, do you think this price is too high—or too low?"

Fu Yinglü lifted his eyelids: "Mr. Pei, are you planning to acquire Fu Corporation entirely—or just a few shares?"

Pei Wencong replied immediately: "If the elder gentleman is willing to sell your shares, we'd be delighted."

Li Ye had instructed Pei Wencong to secure controlling interest—so the more, the better.

Fu Yinglü's expression didn't change, but he nudged his son, who handed Pei Wencong a business card.

Pei Wencong accepted it with a smile, thinking this was going too smoothly—word had barely spread before people came offering shares; just arrived at Fu Corporation and someone was already rushing to sell more. This job was perfect.

But the next moment, Fu Guiru slammed her fist on the table.

"Bang~"

"I dare anyone here to sell shares—go ask the factory workers who they listen to!"

Uncle Fu Yinglü froze, then frowned: "Guiru, though you've managed operations all these years, not everyone answers to you."

But before he finished speaking, someone immediately contradicted him.

Pei Wencong listened only to Fu Guiru.

"Oh, uh—we don't actually have plans to buy many shares right now."

Fu Yinglü: "."

Fu Guiru: "."

Gao Litang: "."

Everyone else: "."

You're a big boss—how can you blabber like a child? Don't you have any dignity at all?