Turn the tables on them
Feng Jinxuan's words, "I never pretend," were like a pebble thrown into Yu Jinli's heart lake, stirring up ripples on the surface.
Over the next few days, the atmosphere among the three became somewhat delicate.
Gu Yanzhi remained as gentle and refined as ever, lecturing with patience and meticulousness, leaving no room for criticism.
But Yu Jinli's gaze always carried a hint of inquiry that she herself was unaware of.
Feng Jinxuan, on the other hand, has completely transformed into the epitome of a "nitpicker".
He was no longer satisfied with using scientific theories to deconstruct metaphysics, but began to relentlessly challenge Gu Yanzhi's "authority" in various details.
“Mr. Gu, your ‘Mind-Cleansing Mantra’ sounds quite good.” He would slowly speak while flipping through ancient books, “I just don’t know if it will work for you? I’ve noticed you seem a bit restless lately.”
A crack appeared in Gu Yanzhi's gentle smile.
Yu Jinli, caught in the middle, felt that her office had been upgraded from a "mystical cram school" to a "battlefield without gunpowder."
She struggles to survive every day amidst the open and covert attacks of two powerful figures.
Fortunately, this period of intense competition among top players did not last long.
Because the moment that would determine their fate had arrived.
On Monday, the Feng Group held another interim board meeting.
This time, the meeting had only one topic: whether to initiate an internal security review of the group and whether to hire Zhang Deshuai's legal team as independent consultants.
Yu Jinli was still sitting in the corner, but she was several times more nervous than last time.
She knew that today's meeting would determine Feng Jinxuan's future influence within the group.
This was also their first direct counterattack against Feng Jinhong.
We can only win, we can't afford to lose.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy and tense.
All the directors sat upright, their expressions serious.
Feng Jinhong sat opposite Feng Jinxuan with a gentle smile on his face, as if he was confident about everything that was going to happen today.
The meeting began, and after a series of procedural discussions, the proposals officially entered the voting stage.
Yu Jinli's heart jumped into her throat instantly.
"Those who agree to hire Zhang Deshuai's legal team, please raise your hands."
As soon as Feng Jinxuan finished speaking, he was the first to raise his hand.
Immediately afterwards, several veteran directors who had always supported him also slowly raised their hands.
One vote, two votes, three votes...
The vote count is growing at an unusually slow pace.
Most of the directors chose to wait and see, or simply looked down at the documents and pretended they didn't exist.
Yu Jinli's palms began to sweat.
She knew that these people were all shrewd and calculating.
Before the situation becomes clear, no one is willing to take sides easily.
Time passed second by second.
The number of votes in favor ultimately stopped at a mere forty percent.
It's still far from exceeding half.
A subtle, victorious smile appeared on Feng Jinhong's lips.
He cleared his throat, preparing to use the principle of "majority rule" to decisively reject the proposal.
Just then, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
A short-haired woman in a gray suit, exuding a powerful aura and with sharp, eagle-like eyes, walked in, surrounded by a group of lawyers.
It was none other than the "Iron-Faced Judge," Zhang Deshuai.
Everyone in the room was stunned.
"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm late." Zhang Deshuai's tone was devoid of any apology. "I was on the phone with Mr. Feng just now, which took a little longer."
The "Mr. Feng" she mentioned was none other than the retired Mr. Feng, who remained the pillar of the Feng Group.
She walked to the conference table and gently placed a document she was holding on it.
That was a power of attorney personally signed by Grandpa Feng.
The power of attorney was very simple: the old man entrusted the voting rights of his 20% stake in the group to lawyer Zhang Deshuai.
The smile on Feng Jinhong's face froze completely.
“Now,” Zhang Deshuai surveyed the room, his voice soft but firm, “can we vote again?”
After she finished speaking, she was the first to raise her hand.
“On behalf of Chairman Feng, I agree to this proposal.”
The situation reversed in an instant.
With the old man's crucial 20% vote, plus the previous 40% of the votes in favor, the total instantly reached an overwhelming 60%.
Those board members who were initially hesitant and wavering, upon seeing this, also raised their hands.
Feng Jinhong's face turned ashen.
He stared intently at Feng Jinxuan, his gaze as if he wanted to devour him alive.
He never imagined that his younger brother, whom he had never taken seriously, could persuade that old man who had long since retired from worldly affairs, and even bring in Zhang Deshuai, this powerful figure!
Feng Jinxuan did not look at him.
His gaze remained calm and still throughout.
It was as if the dramatic power struggle unfolding before them was nothing more than a trivial matter.
Yu Jinli, sitting in the corner, watched this plot twist that resembled a movie, and was so excited that she almost stood up and applauded for her boss on the spot.
So handsome! This is the real domineering CEO!
However, she still underestimated Feng Jinxuan.
His counterattack is far from over.
After the "internal security review" proposal was overwhelmingly passed, Feng Jinxuan unleashed his second, and tonight's real "trump card."
"Uncles and elders," he said calmly, looking at everyone, "since you are all so concerned about the future of the group, I think there is another project that needs to be put on the agenda immediately."
He gestured to his assistant, Wang, to distribute another document to everyone.
"This is all the information about our group's new energy 'ion battery' project, which our technology department has been secretly developing for three years."
"If this technology succeeds, it will completely disrupt the existing battery market. I think everyone here understands its potential value better than I do."
A collective gasp filled the conference room.
All the directors stared intently at the document in their hands, their eyes gleaming like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of meat.
They were all businessmen, so they naturally understood what this technology meant.
That was a brand new business empire worth trillions!
Feng Jinhong's breathing also became rapid.
His eyes gleamed with undisguised greed.
"However," Feng Jinxuan changed the subject, pouring cold water on everyone's enthusiasm, "this project is currently in the most critical clinical trial stage. It requires huge financial investment and faces extremely high technical and market risks. If it fails, all the tens of billions of yuan we have invested in the early stages will be wasted."
He looked around the room and spoke slowly.
"Therefore, I need someone who is capable, decisive, and whom I can trust the most to take full charge of this project."
His gaze finally settled on Feng Jinhong.
“Cousin,” he said, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, “looking across the entire group, I can’t think of a second person besides you.”
"This project is now in your hands. Do you dare to take it?"
This is an open strategy.
A blatant conspiracy, using endless wealth and power as bait.
Feng Jinhong knew this was a trap.
But he couldn't refuse.
Because that bait was just too tempting.
He looked at Feng Jinxuan, at his younger brother whom he had always regarded as an ant, and for the first time, a solemn expression appeared on his face.
After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth.
"I'll take it."
After the meeting, Assistant Wang followed Feng Jinxuan back to the president's office.
Looking at the boss's nonchalant expression, he finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.
"Boss, do we... really want to entrust such an important project to him? What if..."
Feng Jinxuan walked to the window, looking down at the city shrouded in night, a cold, hunter-like smile flashing in his eyes.
“Assistant Wang,” he said softly, “have you ever seen a snake eat an elephant?”
Assistant Wang shook his head.
“A snake will only expose its most vulnerable spot when it tries to swallow prey far exceeding its own size,” Feng Jinxuan’s voice echoed softly in the quiet office.
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