Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment Chapter 2093: You Tricked Me!?

The distinct sound of leather shoes echoing on the polished marble floor grew nearer. Amidst the collective gaze of onlookers, a man in his fifties, clad in a sharp navy blue suit with impeccably styled hair, strode purposefully, accompanied by a retinue of individuals. He moved with an air of urgency, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, yet his gait remained firm and decisive.

"Chairman Niu!?" The moment his face became recognizable, gasps of astonishment rippled through the hall. Chen Dehan’s countenance shifted dramatically; his previously defiant posture faltered, replaced by a flicker of barely concealed apprehension. It was none other than Niu Songran, the founder and chairman of the renowned South Guangdong Fenghua Jewelry Group.

"President Niu, what brings you here?" Chen Dehan instinctively moved forward, pasting a strained smile on his face. "How could such a trivial matter trouble you..."

Niu Songran completely disregarded him, walking straight past. As they brushed shoulders, Chen Dehan’s extended hand froze mid-air, his smile congealing on his lips.

"Boss Ye!" To the utter disbelief of everyone present, Niu Songran hastened his steps, approaching Ye Feng and then executing a profound bow. It was a perfect ninety-degree angle, held for a full three seconds. The entire hall plunged into a profound silence. Even Chen Shimei, momentarily forgetting the throbbing pain in his wrist, stared with his mouth agape.

"My apologies, Boss Ye, for my tardiness," Niu Songran stated as he straightened, the beads of sweat trickling down his temples and along his sideburns. "And I apologize for any distress caused." Ye Feng merely inclined his head, remaining silent.

Niu Songran drew a deep breath and turned to face the assembly in the hall. His gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on Chen Dehan’s ashen face. "Allow me to make an introduction," Niu Songran announced, his voice resonant enough to be clearly heard by everyone in the hushed room. "This is Mr. Ye Feng. Effective today, he assumes the position of the new proprietor of our South Guangdong Fenghua Jewelry Group, our sole, wholly-owned subsidiary."

"Thud." Chen Dehan stumbled back a half-step, the sharp click of his leather shoes on the floor tiles announcing his retreat. The color drained from his face at an alarming rate, his lips trembling as he first looked at Niu Songran, then shifted his gaze to Ye Feng.

"No, no, no. That’s impossible..." Chen Dehan's voice was a strained rasp. "How can he be the new boss? How could I, as CEO, be unaware of any change in company shares?"

"You wouldn't be aware, naturally," Niu Songran replied, finally meeting Chen Dehan's eyes with a cold stare. "Because all the necessary procedures for the transfer were finalized internationally through an offshore entity. Legally speaking, as of three days ago, the South Guangdong Fenghua Jewelry Group is no longer under my ownership." He paused, letting each word sink in.

Chen Dehan’s body swayed precariously. He gripped the edge of the nearby reception desk, barely managing to remain upright. His mind raced, and then he suddenly lifted his head, fixing Niu Songran with a furious glare. "Old Niu..." Chen Dehan’s voice quivered with rage. "You played me!?"

"You sold the company ages ago but kept it from me! In these past few days, you deliberately spread rumors about seeking a buyer just to make me lower my guard... You were waiting for my son to get into trouble, waiting for Boss Ye to confront you, and then using this situation as a weapon to eliminate me, weren't you?" The final words were almost a bellow.

Niu Songran regarded him silently. Once Chen Dehan had finished his outburst, he slowly responded, "Chen Dehan, you are partially correct."

"I was anticipating this 'blade,' but not for the purpose of striking you down." He took a step forward and amplified his voice. "I orchestrated this to rescue the company I painstakingly built, only for it to be plundered by you and your son!"

The hall fell into a stunned silence. Only Niu Songran’s indignant voice continued to echo. "You accepted kickbacks on procurement, falsified sales records, manipulated financial accounts, and even dismissed the security personnel! I had long been reduced to a mere figurehead by your actions! During every meeting, did anyone truly listen to my words!? Every decision I proposed was met with feigned agreement, only for you and your son to secretly act contrary to them, pursuing your own agenda!"

"Over the past two years, the company's profits have plummeted year after year, yet the dividends you and your son received have steadily increased! Where did that money originate? It was siphoned from suppliers! It was swindled from clients! It was pilfered from employee benefits!"