After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 296 Finding a Way to Fight Back

A few days later, the studio was brightly lit, and the data charts on the projection screen flickered with a cold light. I stood in front of the screen, tapping the laser pointer lightly in rhythm with my words: "According to the information we currently have, General Manager Chen has transferred a large amount of funds through three shell companies. Although these funds have not all flowed overseas, they have been hidden very well. If we can cut off his funding chain, his conspiracy within the company will be difficult to continue."

Lin Xiaoxia and the others sat at the other end of the conference table, their hands crossed on the table, their brows furrowed and their expressions solemn. The air in the conference room seemed to be thinned by the heavy atmosphere: "President Chen has a deep foundation in the company and some powerful forces behind him. It's not easy to mess with his cash flow."

At this moment, Little Sweetie stood up and walked steadily to my side, her voice calm and unhurried: "I have contacted some friends in the financial industry, and they will assist us in investigating the flow of funds. Once we find concrete evidence, we can take action to freeze the relevant accounts. However, this will take time."

"President Chen will not sit idly by and wait to be killed; he will definitely find a way to fight back."

A cold smile crept across Xu Sisi's lips, a smile brimming with confidence: "Of course he will. However, we've already planted people within his core team. As soon as he dares to make a move, we'll know immediately."

I looked at her with slight surprise, not expecting her to act so quickly: "When did you arrange this?"

Xu Sisi smiled slightly, a hint of smugness flashing in her eyes: "While you were busy compiling dirt on President Chen, I had already started. The business world is like a battlefield, and intelligence is always the most important thing."

I couldn't help but laugh, a laugh full of approval for my partners: "It seems I underestimated your methods."

Sweetie gently patted my shoulder, her movements soft and her tone gentle: "Likewise. Your decisiveness and composure now have impressed us."

However, I said with a worried look, "President Chen will not sit idly by and wait to be killed; he will definitely find a way to fight back."

In the evening, I was busy in the kitchen when I heard the sound of the door lock turning, and I knew it was him coming back.

I quickly put down the groceries I was holding and went out to greet him with great joy, but he looked tired, and my smile froze the moment I saw him. He walked in with heavy steps, as if all his strength had been drained, and casually tossed his keys onto the entryway cabinet with a dull thud.

I quickly walked over to him and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look terrible."

He didn't respond, but walked straight to the sofa, sat down with a "thump," and vigorously rubbed his face with both hands, as if he could wash away his fatigue and troubles.

I sat down next to him, gently took his hand, and tried to give him some warmth.

"President Chen has realized we have evidence against him, and he's causing trouble in the company." He took a deep breath, his voice hoarse and filled with anger.

My heart skipped a beat, and I asked nervously, "What did he do?" He looked up, his eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety: "He's spreading rumors everywhere, saying that the company..."

As he spoke, his hand unconsciously clenched into a fist, and the veins on his arm bulged slightly.

“Don’t worry too much, let’s figure something out together.” He looked at me, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes, but his brows were still furrowed: “This is even more difficult than I thought. Several core employees have already resigned. With morale low, it will be even harder for the company to survive.”

My heart skipped a beat, but I still tried to remain calm and said, "It's precisely at times like these that we need to stay composed."

"Hmm, but honey, don't worry too much. Besides, not many people believe him anyway, and many people already know that he's going to the police station and will be jailed soon."

To avoid worrying Jiang Yichen, I pretended not to care about the matter and made an appointment with President Wen the next day.

This was also the day Chen De went to trial. In court, he was pale and his eyes were vacant; his former arrogance had vanished. According to the law, Mr. Chen was convicted of intentionally setting fire to endanger public safety, a serious offense violating Articles 114 and 115 of the Criminal Law of the People's Republic of China, and sentenced to ten years imprisonment. The judge began by repeatedly reading the articles of Chen De's crime: "...sentenced to five years imprisonment and fined RMB 5 million. With multiple offenses combined, Mr. Chen was ultimately sentenced to twelve years imprisonment, and his illegal gains were confiscated. The fine was used to compensate for the losses caused to the company and society by his criminal acts."

When General Manager Wen announced the news at the company meeting, the employees were initially in an uproar, then erupted in thunderous applause, as if to dispel all the gloom of the past.

In the agreed meeting room, the lighting was soft and not glaring, but it created a somewhat somber atmosphere.

Sitting opposite him, President Wen leaned slightly forward, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with unease. His hand unconsciously traced circles on the table, again and again, revealing his anxiety.

I coughed lightly to break the oppressive silence, picked up my water glass but didn't drink it. I just twirled it in my hand and said, "I asked you here today because I really think we can work together again. All those old grudges are in the past. Let's not dwell on them. We need to look forward and do something big together."

He looked up, his gaze met mine, then he quickly looked away. He rubbed his hands together, his voice a little muffled: "I understand what you mean, but that incident caused such a big stir before, I'm still a little scared. Who knows if this collaboration will run into some trouble again? I really don't want to go through that again."

I put down my cup, leaned forward, rested my elbows on the table, and looked at him earnestly: "I know what you're worried about. Anyone would have something on their mind about this. But don't worry, what happened last time served as a wake-up call for us. Now the company has made thorough reforms from top to bottom, and we're very strict about risk control. From now on, no matter what the business is, someone will be monitoring every step, and we will definitely not have the same problems again."

He didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the table, as if deep in thought. After a while, his brow slowly relaxed, and he sighed, "Hearing you say that, I can feel your sincerity. Actually, I also want to continue the cooperation, but I can't get over this hurdle in my heart for a while, I need to take some time."

I was secretly delighted, but I didn't show it on my face. I tried to keep my tone calm: "I understand, we're not in a hurry. How about this, we start with some small projects, take it one step at a time, get to know each other better, and gradually rebuild trust. And when we cooperate, we promise to be transparent with you about everything, and report the progress to you at any time, so you're always informed."

He rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and finally smiled, as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, let's start with the small things. But let me make this clear beforehand, the cooperation model this time has to be very clear, and we can't do anything that leaves people confused."

I nodded quickly, my tone firm: "Absolutely. We've discussed it internally, and the new cooperation model emphasizes transparency and efficiency. Every penny you invest will be used wisely, ensuring you see tangible returns."

Upon hearing this, his smile widened, and he leaned back, appearing much more relaxed: "With your words, I feel much more at ease. I hope this collaboration goes smoothly and everyone can make money."

I smiled and extended my hand, saying sincerely, "It's definitely possible."

He grasped my hand, shook it firmly, and said with trust in his eyes, "It's a pleasure working with you."

"It's a pleasure doing business with you!" I shook his hand back, and a huge weight was finally lifted from my shoulders.