?Reading on mobile phone Yang, the deputy director, suddenly remembered that the chairman of Qin Group was a young man, just inheriting shares from his recently passed father. He had come to see the CEO, Mei Hui. But the chairman himself had arrived—directly, at a level higher than the CEO. Reflecting on what he had previously said, he felt his face grow warm. Yet, as a seasoned professional, he wouldn’t bow down just yet. He knew well the purpose of his visit. What could the chairman possibly do now? With the crucial evidence firmly in his hands, the young man was just meat on the chopping block—how he sliced it or diced it was entirely up to him. Yang quickly regained his confident demeanor, and said with a sniff, "You're the owner of this group, then—do you know that the company is facing serious financial issues?" "Qin Feng responded firmly: "Our financial records are absolutely sound. You've brought several people here and spent several hours investigating, yet you claim there's a problem—doesn't that seem rather hasty? I believe the issues you've uncovered are merely superficial and don't truly reflect any substantial problems." Qin Feng had expected a single statement to impress this young man, but Yang was surprised by his composed and respectful rebuttal. "You say my accounts are problematic, yet I say your investigation is inaccurate. If there's genuine disagreement, the party seeking to persuade the other must present irrefutable evidence." "Then bring the evidence!" Yang raised his voice eight degrees higher: "These documents not only point to disarray in your financial records, but also to tax evasion—enough to warrant a complete closure of your books!" Qin Feng maintained his previous calm and measured pace, smiling gently: "Since you have so much evidence, then please present it. If you wish to close our books, I'm all for it—just show me the official notice of closure." I think this notice shouldn't have been issued so easily—there must have been several signatures involved. Until this notice reached me, every word you said carried the right to hold someone accountable. That's when Mr. Yang realized several Qin Group employees were holding their phones and filming the scene. In the CEO's office, Mei Hui asked the security team to feed the camera feeds to her. Multiple cameras captured the scene from different angles, providing exceptionally clear footage. Fang Fang asked curiously, "Why does it have to be him who speaks up?" Mei Hui smiled mysteriously, "The bad always get worn down by the bad—sending Xiao Feng to deal with these people who constantly treat a feather as a command is the perfect move." Only then did Fang Fang fully grasp the deeper meaning, nodding in agreement, "Exactly. To reason with someone who doesn't make sense, you have to be even less sensible yourself." One can only imagine how Mr. Qin would react to such a statement. With just a few words, Mei Hui had successfully pushed back against Mr. Yang. "Alright, you want the notice, don't you? I'll fetch it right now!" Yang, speaking with strong conviction, added, "By the time you get there, you'll be crying for no place to turn." "Then please, go ahead!" Qin Feng pointed toward the door and said, "No escort!" Yang realized he had hit a hard nut—telling people to follow his lead wouldn’t work anymore; he’d need real authority. He frowned and said, “Everyone, follow me. We’ll come back tomorrow morning to continue the audit.” After descending the stairs, the group split into two vehicles: one headed to the district bureau, the other directly to the municipal government. The driver assigned to follow them could only reach the government’s main gate. As for where Yang went inside and who he met, that remained unknown. When Qin Feng received the confirmed update, Yang had already taken a seat in Wu’s office, presenting a detailed account of his findings and adding further criticism of Qin Feng. Wu Dong smiled, “That young man really has no fear—no matter what, he stands firm. Well then, let’s seal his books.” Yang looked puzzled, saying, “Wu Secretary, this might not be so easy.” The leadership at the General Bureau has a close relationship with Qin Group. Besides, they've all gone abroad for inspections—without their signatures, the notice would amount to nothing. Wu Dong smiled with a particularly sinister air: "Not necessarily. When leaders go on inspection, they always leave someone behind who can speak and take action. You can rest assured—by tomorrow morning, the notice will be right on your desk. Deputy Director Yang just needs to carry out his duties impartially." Yang was delighted—having been defeated by Qin Group, he was eager to settle his score right away. As he left, Wu Dong said something profound: "Once this matter is settled, the 'Deputy' title you hold will be removed." Yang was thrilled and thanked him repeatedly. The next morning, the notice indeed appeared on his desk. Seeing the fresh official stamps and signatures, he immediately gathered over a dozen people and drove them in six or seven vehicles to Qin Group's headquarters. Today, they were no longer as polite as yesterday. A group of people completely ignored the front desk staff's obstruction and rushed straight to the elevator, heading for the finance department. Yang, the deputy director, felt confident, believing he was carrying the official mandate—soon he would make a decisive impact, forcing the young Qin to fully submit, as well as the woman named Mei. When they arrived at the finance department, the staff there had not yet all assembled. Soon after, the finance manager arrived, accompanied by the CEO Mei Hui and her assistant Fang Fang. Seeing Qin Feng hadn't shown up, Yang's eyes flickered with a touch of reluctance, yet upon reflection, he realized that with the accounts already sealed, the chairman would surely have to take the matter seriously. "Yang Deputy Director, it's so early," Mei Hui greeted him warmly. Yang gave a condescending smile, took the notice from the staff member beside him, ready to read it aloud—when suddenly his phone buzzed in his pocket. Who is it? How could they have chosen such an inopportune moment? He certainly wouldn't let the ringing continue—he'd reached for the button to hang up. But when he saw the name on the caller ID, he changed his mind and pressed the answer button instead. It was the Director General, the one currently on an overseas inspection. "Hello, Director General. How come you're calling me now? Oh, don't be so formal—just tell me what you need, and I'll do my best." Yang looked eager, perhaps feeling awkward in front of everyone. He turned around and said, "Please go on, Director General—I'm listening... uh, uh?"