After leaving the conference room, Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei went straight back to Meng Yanchen's office. Inside, the heavy curtains were half-drawn, sunlight streaming through the gaps, creating bright beams of light that swirled around dust motes. The air conditioner hummed softly, trying to dispel the oppressive atmosphere.

The two sat down and remained silent for a long time. Meng Yanchen leaned back in his large office chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, his eyes fixed on the distance, his expression thoughtful and serious. Fan Shengmei sat on the sofa beside him, her brows furrowed, occasionally biting her lip, her anxiety evident.

"The internal divisions within this alliance are more complicated than we imagined," Meng Yanchen broke the silence first, his voice low and weary.

Fan Shengmei sighed softly, "Yes, if we can't reach a consensus soon, the alliance might really fall apart, and all our previous efforts will be in vain." She raised her head, her eyes full of worry.

Meng Yanchen nodded slightly. "We must find a way that is acceptable to all parties and can also advance the counterattack plan." As he spoke, he stood up, walked to the window, looked at the endless stream of cars below, and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Meng Yanchen turned around, a determined glint in his eyes. "Perhaps we can take a compromise approach. We can first conduct a small-scale public opinion test to observe Chen Tianhao's reaction, while we continue to refine our business counterattack plan. This way, we can seize the current opportunity while reducing the risks to some extent."

Fan Shengmei's eyes lit up, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "This method sounds feasible. If Chen Tianhao makes a move during a small-scale public opinion test, we can adjust our strategy in time; if he doesn't react, we can also move forward with greater confidence."

Meng Yanchen returned to his seat, picked up a pen, and casually drew lines on the paper. "But this plan is not foolproof. Some members will still worry about Chen Tianhao's retaliation, and some will feel that it is not decisive enough."

Fan Shengmei frowned slightly. "No matter what, let's convey this plan to everyone first and see their reaction."

Subsequently, Fan Shengmei conveyed Meng Yanchen's compromise proposal to the alliance members through various communication methods. Feedback quickly followed.

Some members indicated that they could accept the plan. One member replied, "Small-scale public opinion testing can give us room to adjust, while also ensuring we don't miss the opportunity. I think it's feasible."

However, some members still stuck to their views. One member called directly, saying firmly, "This is still too risky! Once Chen Tianhao realizes it, we won't have time to react. We must wait until we are strong enough to suppress him before we act."

As Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei looked at the feedback, their hearts grew increasingly heavy. Both those who accepted the plan and those who insisted on their own opinions seemed to have their own valid reasons, putting them in a dilemma.

“If we force this plan forward, those members who oppose it may become dissatisfied and even leave the alliance, which would greatly affect our counterattack plan,” Fan Shengmei said worriedly.

Meng Yanchen rubbed his temples. "But if we continue negotiating, who knows how long it will drag on? Chen Tianhao won't sit idly by; he might make a new move at any time."

Silence fell over the office again, the only sound being the hum of the air conditioner. Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei were both weighing the pros and cons, contemplating this difficult choice.

Time ticked by, and Meng Yanchen's gaze shifted between the documents on his desk and Fan Shengmei, his inner struggle clearly visible. Fan Shengmei, meanwhile, clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as she also tried to think of the best solution.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the city's neon lights began to flicker. Meng Yanchen got up and turned on the office light. The bright light instantly dispelled the darkness, but it could not dispel the gloom in their hearts.

"What should I do?" Fan Shengmei murmured to herself, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Meng Yanchen walked over to Fan Shengmei and gently patted her shoulder. "Don't rush, let's think about it again. This is not only related to the success or failure of the counterattack plan, but also to the future of the alliance. We must be cautious."

However, no matter how they considered it, there seemed to be no perfect solution. Forcing the plan forward might cause a split within the alliance; continuing negotiations might mean missing the best opportunity to retaliate.

Meng Yanchen sat back down in his chair, crossed his arms, and fell into deeper thought. Fan Shengmei got up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling city night view outside, her mind filled with thoughts.

This night was destined to be a long and difficult night of choice for Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei. They stood at the crossroads of the alliance's fate, where every choice could lead to drastically different outcomes.

Will Meng Yanchen and Fan Shengmei choose to forcefully push forward with the plan or continue negotiating? How will their decision affect the counterattack plan?