Meng Zihan opened her mouth, her brows furrowing tightly, before slowly saying, "I know, he said he was going to Shenzhen to deliver goods before he left, and he hasn't come back yet."
The two policemen exchanged a glance, their expressions noticeably more serious than before.
"You went to deliver the goods?" the lead policeman pressed. "How long did you take? Do you have the address of the delivery location or the recipient's information?"
Meng Zihan pursed her lips: "It's been more than half a month since I left..."
"As for specific information, I really don't have that."
"Officer, as you know, our company used to do small business, and most of our business relied on referrals from acquaintances. We didn't often sign contracts."
"This transaction was also placed by one of his old customers. The order was placed several months ago, so there was no contract, just a verbal agreement. Since he was his customer, he knew where to deliver the goods, so I didn't interfere."
At this point, she sighed softly and added, "It's only in the last few months, when the company wanted to transform and expand, that we started signing contracts for every order."
"To be honest, I don't agree with his practice of not signing a contract either, and I've argued with him about it several times."
The police officer's pen scratched across the notebook; clearly, her answer did not dispel their doubts.
Meng Zihan continued, "Take this delivery for example. The day before he left, we even had an argument about the contract."
“I told him that we couldn’t keep doing this recklessly. The business was getting bigger and bigger, and if something went wrong, we would be the ones who suffered. But he didn’t listen at all. The next morning, after I received the payment, he came to me to split the payment, said that he was going to deliver the goods in Shenzhen, and then left.”
“I had just had a fight with him at that time, and I was still angry, so I didn’t ask any specific questions.”
As she said this, a barely perceptible hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.
In fact, her words were not entirely fabricated.
However, her true intentions were hidden within it.
After Director Zhou helped resolve the last deal, Meng Xuejun still insisted on following the old rules and taking half of the profits.
Meng Zihan was already fed up with it.
She didn't want to be dragged down anymore, and at that time she was also planning how to completely take control of the company.
So she simply went with the flow, using the excuse that Director Zhou had introduced several large orders, and came up with a seemingly reasonable explanation.
That day, she discussed with Meng Xuejun: "I'll give you all the payment for this order, and you'll get 20% of every deal from now on. But the condition is that the company shares have to be transferred to my name."
"Director Zhou said that all future business deals must be signed off by me alone. This is good for all of us. I can manage the company in a standardized way, and you can just sit at home and wait to collect your money without having to work hard to go out and run business anymore."
Upon hearing this, Meng Xuejun's eyes lit up immediately. Without a second's hesitation, he signed the transfer agreement, a fawning smile on his face: "My daughter is truly capable; she even managed to win over Factory Director Zhou."
"From now on, Dad will live a life of luxury thanks to you! When you marry into a wealthy family, don't forget that it was I who brought you out of Jiangcheng."
Even now, the memory of that scene still makes Meng Zihan feel nauseous.
She had long seen through that shameless, exploitative person who sold his daughter for personal gain.
She had no interest in arguing further; she just wanted to wait for Director Zhou to help her complete the qualification procedures, and then take the transfer document to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to completely transfer the company to her name.
Once all the procedures are corrected, Meng Xuejun will be completely kicked out.
As for the phrase "two-tenths," Meng Zihan sneered inwardly. When the time was right, Meng Xuejun wouldn't be able to take a single penny from the company. If he dared to cause trouble, she had plenty of ways to shut him up completely.
That's why she was able to confidently present her innocence to the police.
She had no reason to target Meng Xuejun, nor was it necessary.
Thinking of this, she slightly raised her head, her voice calming somewhat: "So, I really don't know exactly where he went."
The police pressed further, "Did he say anything before he left? Did he tell you when he would be back?"
"Before he left, he casually mentioned that a boss in Shenzhen wanted the goods in our warehouse and he would deliver them."
"He never came back or called again. I couldn't be bothered to know where he went. Anyway, I'm at peace with him not around."
The police officer frowned as he listened to Meng Zihan's nonchalant tone, staring intently at her, his voice deepening: "Why do you say that? Don't you have a good relationship with your father?"
The air in the room suddenly froze. Meng Zihan subconsciously pursed her lips, but quickly regained her composure.
She tapped her fingers on the table, her voice slow and deliberate: "It's not that we have a bad relationship. We get along alright in private, it's just that we have completely different ideas and methods about doing business, and we often argue."
“He always liked to follow the old ways, relying on personal connections and luck. I felt that he would get into trouble sooner or later, so we often argued.”
The police officer stared at her for two seconds, seemingly trying to discern the truth in her words, before asking, "Your father hasn't come back for half a month, didn't you feel anything was wrong? Didn't you think about calling the police?"
Meng Zihan shook her head, her expression unchanged: "I really don't find anything strange about it."
“He doesn’t come back often. He’s usually out playing cards and only shows up when he has business. I thought he was just staying out and messing around because he didn’t have any business lately.”
"Besides, this isn't the first time he's left. When I was a child, he abandoned me and didn't return for eighteen years until I grew up. Compared to before, what's half a month of separation this time? He's probably just staying in Shenzhen to play cards."
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