?Mobile reading Yesterday's audit by the tax bureau has already spread throughout Qin's Building. An ordinary e-book on the 80th floor usually doesn't draw much attention—after all, such a large company with a financial department comprising dozens of staff can hardly face accounting issues. Yet this morning, a clear sense of panic has swept through the office. Many people know that the tax bureau is coming to seal the books. This is because the tax officers arrived at the finance department with great urgency, sparking various speculations and disrupting many employees' work. Some have even posted on Weibo expressing concerns about job losses. It's fortune if not misfortune—misfortune you can't avoid. I believe the young lady stationed far to the north will surely leverage all her connections to support us. Which young lady do you mean?" Hou Bao, the old fellow, had a natural curiosity—otherwise, why would he inquire. "The one who took my gun, that is, my supervisor," Qin Feng said calmly. The old man chuckled: "Well, if she actually helps us get through this crisis, perhaps we should design her a special personal defense weapon." We'll discuss that later—clearly, He Muqing really likes that gun she took. If we give it to her, it might just end up being a case of a steamed bun running into a dog. The Finance Department—the young lady, Yang Deputy Director, who just a moment ago was so confident and poised, now looks visibly puzzled. She just received a call from the General Director abroad, requesting that she halt all financial audits of the Qin Group. But her secretary has already issued a firm directive—how can she simply stop now? He intended to go against the bureau director's wishes, since the director was abroad and thus had limited influence over domestic affairs—like distant water failing to quench a near-thirst. Moreover, it was always better to offend the bureau director than the Municipal Secretary, given that Wu Dong held a higher rank and broader network. The directors of both the branch and the headquarters all called to ask me to halt my actions—what should I do?" On hearing this, Wu Dong remained silent for a few seconds, then spoke firmly, "Just ignore them. Those two are well-known figures within the plain city circle. It's nothing unusual to slight their faces. I'll personally intervene to mediate; they won't dare to do anything to you. Proceed as planned." Yang's deputy was thus reassured, and turned around to reappear before everyone. Mei Hui and Fang Fang found it like watching a well-acted play—Yang darted around like a clown. As he approached, they both patiently waited, fully engaged, for his next move. Yang cleared his throat and picked up the notice for the third time: "Listen to me all—due to financial disarray, Qin Group's books are being sealed. Tax officials will review and verify them, and then the matter will be handed over to the relevant departments." While speaking, he displayed the notice bearing the official red stamp. Yang waved his hand and said to the person behind him, "Get ready to close the books. Anyone who dares to obstruct will be treated as impeding official duties." After all, this was Qin Group's home turf, and as outsiders, they were prone to setbacks—this was precisely why he had brought so many people along. Everyone grew pale; now, Qin Group was truly in trouble. Mei Hui smiled calmly, picked up her phone with graceful movements, and activated the hands-free function. A composed voice came through the speaker: "Ms. Mei, I'm the interim head of the Tax Bureau of Pingluan City. My name is Ma Ruping. I'm calling to explain to you our staff's audit of your company. After thorough investigation, we've found no issues with your financial records." This time, it was Yang and his team who turned pale together. Mei Hui said into the phone, "Director Ma, since our financial records are solid, why is someone holding a notice of account sealing standing right in front of me, reading it aloud in public and insisting on sealing my accounts?" The tone on the speaker immediately became awkward: "This... this is a misunderstanding, Mei. The notice was signed by me without knowing what it meant. I've already issued an order to cancel it. Mei, please don't mind at all. Everyone knows your group is a leading enterprise and a major taxpayer—absolutely nothing can go wrong." Canceled? Yang, who had been so confident and assertive, now looked visibly subdued upon hearing this. Even if he were rather slow, he could have deduced that the other party had found a strong ally—otherwise, how could they have so firmly concluded that Qin Group's accounts were absolutely sound? Everyone exhaled a long breath, recalling the two calls the Deputy Director Yang had received earlier, and deduced that he was playing a behind-the-scenes game—so they all now stared at him with bitter, resentful glances. Yang felt increasingly uncomfortable, while his staff behind him looked embarrassed. They had hoped to showcase themselves alongside the deputy director, but now their efforts had come to nothing—their face was completely ruined. These are two serious hats—no matter who wears them, no matter how high their rank, they’ll have to step down. After hanging up, the elegant CEO looked at him with a thoughtful gaze and asked, “Yang Deputy Director, are you going to continue investigating the accounts, or will you seal them first before investigating? Or will you seal and investigate simultaneously, with all our employees fully cooperating?” The employees of Qin Group now felt proud and confident, their faces beaming with pride. As for Yang, he barely had time to say hello, and with his team of sycophants, he hurried off, no longer showing the self-assured demeanor he had when he arrived.