Taking advantage of this opportunity, An Meng spoke up, "Senior Wu, you said on the surface that you wanted to resign and go back to live out your retirement, but behind the scenes you've already made plans to backstab Li Hua, right?"

"W-what?" Wu Li's fingertips trembled. He looked at An Meng and retorted, "Who are you? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mr. Xie," Wu Li turned to face Xie Yun, "I've worked diligently at Lihua for 20 years. Even if I haven't achieved any credit, I've certainly put in some hard work. And you're just letting some woman you don't know talk nonsense here?"

Xie Yun stared into Wu Li's arguing eyes and said, "This is my wife."

In an instant, Wu Li's face turned blue and red, and his lips moved and he stammered.

"You continue." Xie Yun said to An Meng.

Wu Li's mouth twitched a few times, and then he heard An Meng slowly say, "After spending so many years at Lihua, I've long been completely disappointed with this place. I'm writing this today to expose some of Lihua's unknown dark secrets..."

She continued speaking in a steady tone, and Wu Li didn't react at first.

After more than ten seconds, he suddenly interrupted loudly as if struck by lightning: "Stop! Stop! Stop talking!"

Amidst the futile attempts to stop her, An Meng raised an eyebrow and continued, "...As a comprehensive cultural industry group, Lihua has a very poor corporate culture from top to bottom. When acquiring copyrights, they maliciously suppress authors in order to lower prices. In activities like IP development, the group exploits its clients to the utmost to squeeze out every last ounce of profit...In such a work environment, I no longer love my profession...and I'm extremely disappointed in Lihua..."

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