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Yuting Group, two o'clock in the afternoon meeting room, directors headed by Director An, and senior leaders sat on chairs uncomfortably.

"Director An, you said that Feng Yucheng summoned us at this time, are you going to start to settle accounts?"

Most of the directors sitting here stood by Feng Yi. Now that something happened to Feng Yi, they wanted to denounce Feng Yucheng on the surface, but they were still flustered.

"He hasn't come yet, so you guys got scared first. So what if he Feng Yucheng is the young master of the imperial court? When we elders fought in the country, he was still breastfeeding!"

Director An glanced coldly at the directors present, and warned, "Don't hold back for a while, if you want to keep yourself, follow my arrangement!"

The others were uncertain, but they didn't refute. They just waited for Feng Yucheng to come over.

After waiting for more than an hour, Feng Yucheng arrived late.

"President Feng, you can keep us waiting!" Director An spoke first with a sly voice, and the other directors hurriedly followed suit.

"You made us wait for more than an hour in vain, this can be negotiated into a big order!"

"You should inform us in advance whether you will come or not. After all, we are elders!"

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Feng Yucheng leaned against the back of the chair, put his arms on the table, and tapped the table with his index finger rhythmically.

The muffled beeping sound made the discussion gradually disappear, and different eyes fell on Feng Yucheng, and no one could figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

"How many have finished?" Feng Yucheng raised his eyelids slightly, looked at the person in the second seat on the right with raised eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Director Zhao, how many deals have you negotiated this year?"

"Ah?" Director Zhao's eyes wandered, his expression flustered, he cleared his throat and said uncomfortably, "This year's market is not good, and there are only two orders at present."

"Well, if you just swore that you could negotiate a large order in an hour, I would like to praise you for being strong and healthy!"

The mocking tone made Director Zhao's cheeks flush, and he lowered his head and dared not speak.

Feng Yucheng glanced around, and satirized the sarcasm that echoed Director An just now, and then set his sights on Director An.

"Director An, today's meeting is for you."

Director An's expression changed slightly, he looked at Feng Yucheng, and smiled faintly, "What does Mr. Feng mean by that?"

"It's not you, Director An, who spread rumors in the company, saying that I disabled Director Feng?" Feng Yucheng snorted, "I know all the things you did, so there is no need to quibble."

The light words made the faces of the directors present slightly change, their heads were lowered, and no one answered.

If Feng Yi was here, a few words could make those people he win over speak for him, but Director An couldn't.

The news of An Zhihua's embezzlement of public funds has long been spread throughout the group. It is natural that Director An instructed him to be so courageous.

These people came together because of interests, and parted ways because of interests.

Director An watched with cold eyes, quickly summing up the solution in his mind.

"Director An, have you figured out how to explain it?" Feng Yucheng knocked on the table, calling Director An's troubled and gloomy gaze.

"I just heard it, and I don't know the truth. But I think we should talk about the issue of the distribution of directors' shares at this time."

When it came to the issue of shares, the originally quiet people in the conference room became agitated.

The matter of Feng Yi's misappropriation of public funds was also reported to the headquarters, so no matter whether Feng Yi can wake up or not, he no longer has a place in the group.

The shares he holds in his hands are hot money, and everyone wants a piece of it.

Director An suppressed the disdain in his heart, and pursued the victory, "Mr. Feng, we also know the relationship between you and Director An, but we elders watched the group grow. You can't turn the shares into your own for your own self-interest."

Amid the echoing voices, Feng Yucheng raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, leaned against the back of the chair, and glanced sharply at the people present, "The shares will naturally be redistributed. Before that, I have something to show you."

The curtain on the wall was suddenly illuminated, followed by various pictures.

Some of the people present were shocked, while others were pale.

With a faint smile on the corner of Feng Yucheng's mouth, he looked at Director An.

"Looking at these pictures, doesn't Director An have anything to say?"

Director An's face was already pale and bloodless, and he exhausted all his strength and sat down on the chair.

Just one piece of evidence against him in the picture is enough for him to spend the rest of his life in prison.

"Resold commercial secrets repeatedly, and the name involved the black industry—"

Feng Yucheng looked at Director An with a sneer, and clapped his hands, "Director An is so busy, no wonder he taught a son like An Zhihua, this time you can go to the prison to accompany him."

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and two men in police uniforms rushed directly to Director An and grabbed him.

"These are all fake, all fake! You have no right to arrest me, it's all fake!"

The moment he was bound by the chains, Director An suddenly came back to his senses, quibbling on his lips, and then fell into confusion, "I obviously didn't leave any evidence, how could you find it!"

After the police took the person away, the meeting room fell silent again.

Feng Yucheng clapped his hands, "Do you have any doubts about these things?"

Silent.

Feng Yucheng tapped his index finger on the table once and for all, and the beeping sound made people feel more and more uneasy.

"The company has given me enough dividends these years, and I haven't made any major contributions, so I won't participate in the share distribution!"

The first person who couldn't help but speak was Director Zhao. After expressing his attitude as if his lips were fighting without a moment's pause, the others finally couldn't help it.

Feng Yucheng listened silently until the conference room became quiet, and he waved to the people behind him.

"I know everyone's contributions to the group. I am still willing to give those present a chance, and the shares will still be distributed, but I don't want the things in these pictures to appear a second time."

Several directors wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads and nodded quickly.

After Feng Yucheng left, the rest of the people in the conference room breathed out, and some people muttered in fear, "This is a slap for a sweet date!"

"Then we have to bear it too, who of you can have his tricks!"

Some people sighed, "No one is his opponent with this method and scheming. Since he has let the past go, let's not let the good life go. However, it is much better than being mixed with Director An."

Everyone nodded and suppressed their extra thoughts.

In the old house of the Feng family, Tang Yajun hung up the phone of the rich sisters with a smile, and when she turned her head and saw the person who walked in, surprise appeared on her face, "I'm back!"

Feng Yucheng nodded lightly, and asked her coldly, "Where's Qiao Ning?"

Tang Yajun's eyes flashed, and he lied, "She went to a friend's house."

"My people are watching around 24 hours a day. Do you think I don't know if she has gone out?"