"Fine, since you're forcing me, I won't hold back." Ye Xingchen picked up his phone and glanced at Zhao Hui: "Mr. Zhao, your family's traditional Chinese medicine was counterfeited. The addition of Sudan Red to the medicine resulted in the deaths of six people."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Hui's expression changed.
"You know in your heart whether you're lying or not. You used your family connections to settle this matter. The victim had nowhere to turn for help. Unfortunately, your protector is a big shot in a certain bureau. He's your fifth uncle, right? He's under investigation for embezzlement and bribery. The police should have already arrived at his location." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare a dog like you mess with my fifth uncle?" Zhao Hui sneered.
But no sooner had he finished speaking than his fifth uncle called. His expression changed, and he quickly answered the phone.
"Zhao Hui, I'm in trouble. The truth about your family's fake death three years ago can't be covered up anymore. Pack your things and run!" The other person's tone was panicked.
"Fifth Uncle, what's going on?" Zhao Hui roared.
“You’ve offended someone. What I did before has been exposed, and the police have already come to my house.”
The fifth uncle spoke with grief and indignation. He was about to say something when someone broke down the door. The police had arrived, and the phone call was immediately disconnected.
"Fifth Uncle, Fifth Uncle." Zhao Hui's face turned ashen.
"Everyone, I think you all know in your hearts whether the money you've earned over the years has been clean or not." Ye Xingchen said with a smile, "Counterfeit Chinese medicine, unlicensed sales, speculation and hoarding of Chinese medicine, tax evasion, none of you here have a clean backside, right? I'll give you some things, you can see for yourselves."
All of their phones rang, and they received a file. Upon opening the file, everyone's face turned deathly pale.
Everything they've done over the years has been documented, and even some of the company's falsified accounts have been clearly listed.
The things they've done over the years, just the counterfeiting of traditional Chinese medicine alone, are enough to get them imprisoned for more than ten years. Add to that other crimes, and they probably won't be out of prison for the rest of their lives.
Just how much power does Ye Xingchen wield? How did he obtain this evidence?
"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry. I was out of my mind just now. I'll back out. Please let me go." Someone couldn't hold back any longer.
"Yes, Mr. Ye, it was Meng Feng who instigated us to do this."
“I’ve been doing legitimate business all these years.”
"President Ye, I'm begging you, President Ye."
These people were stunned. They all pretended to be pitiful and sympathetic, and some even knelt on the ground and begged Ye Xingchen.
"Everyone, what you've taken in, you'll have to give back sooner or later. I've already handed the contents over to the police. They should be in your company by now. May they all be well." Ye Xingchen smiled and said, "Go back and see your families and make your final arrangements."
These men looked ashen-faced. They knew that if the item fell into the hands of the police, they were finished. They scrambled out, trying to salvage what they could.
"Ye Xingchen, you actually have such methods?" Meng Feng was stunned. He composed himself and said, "Our company has no dirt on us that you can use against us. We are doing legitimate business."
“Indeed, you did things very discreetly. Although I found some evidence, it wasn’t enough to bring your company to justice,” Ye Xingchen said with a smile. “But unfortunately, the company is no longer yours; I’ve acquired it.”
"What did you say? Impossible, my dad won't agree." Meng Feng was provoked by Ye Xingchen.
"There's nothing I can do. I have leverage over him. Your company was sold for 30 million." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"You're talking nonsense! My family's company has an annual turnover of 100 million yuan. You think you can sell it for 30 million?" Meng Feng roared. He picked up his phone to ask his father if it was true.
"Dad, the company..."
"The company has been sold, and Changfeng Pharmaceutical will be completely merged into Xingchen Group from now on." Meng Feng's father sounded somewhat tired.
"Why?" Meng Feng asked.
"Why? Isn't it because you offended someone?" Meng Feng's tone suddenly turned furious: "I hit someone while driving under the influence, and I found someone to take the blame. The other party has something on me. If I didn't do this, I would have gone to jail."
Meng Feng was stunned. His hand holding the phone was trembling. How did Ye Xingchen know so much?
"Still not giving up?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"Ye Xingchen, I'm not done with you yet! I'm going to kill you!" Meng Feng roared hysterically. "I'll call the big shot I know right now, and he'll kill you."
"Third Young Master Na?" Ye Xingchen looked at him with a mocking expression.
"You know him?" Meng Feng was taken aback, his face turning pale.
“I know him, but we’re not close, and we even have a bit of a grudge. Why don’t you have him come over?” Ye Xingchen sat down and took a sip of tea.
He said slowly, "We have some grudges, and it's time to settle them."
"Dare to mess with Young Master Na? You're as good as dead." Meng Feng was instantly relieved and gritted his teeth as he dialed the number.
Soon, Na San Shao strode in with an air of nonchalance.
This guy's ancestors were from the Nalan clan of the Zhenghuang Banner, making him a true member of the imperial family and a member of the nobility.
He was dressed in a simple blue python robe, embroidered with nine pythons with four claws, exuding the air of a former Qing dynasty nobleman.
"Third Young Master, this brat surnamed Ye doesn't know what's good for him," Meng Feng said through gritted teeth.
“Ye Xingchen?” Na San Shao’s eyes were like hooks as he stared straight at Ye Xingchen.
"Long time no see." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly. "Third Young Master, your outfit is quite nice. Who are you wearing it for?"
"Hmph, my great-grandfather Nalan Qing was a first-rank military officer of the Plain Yellow Banner of the Qing Palace, leading the Imperial Guard and the Minister in charge of the Imperial Guard." Na San Shao held his head high, swung his long braid behind him, and sat down steadily.
"This simple robe I wear is a testament to my ancestors' glory. Do you think it's inappropriate?"
"The Qing Dynasty misled the country and has been gone for over a hundred years. You are still basking in the glory of your ancestors. Isn't that just deceiving yourself?" Ye Xingchen laughed. "Besides, if you really take pride in your great-grandfather's official title, why did you change your surname to Na?"
Na San Shao stared at Ye Xingchen, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He gently clenched his fist, and with a crack, the teacup in his hand suddenly shattered.
As the teacup in his hand shattered, a group of men in suits walked in with a whoosh.
Without exception, these people all had long braids. They were thugs personally trained by Na Sanshao. Although they were not his assassins or Shadow Guards, they were still extremely troublesome.
"Are you sending these people here to die?" Ye Xingchen sneered.
"Ye Xingchen, I underestimated you last time and lost to you. Today I'm going to get my revenge." Na Sanshao waved his hand, and his group of subordinates withdrew, clearing a space for him.
Na San Shao wrapped his long braid around his neck, slowly extended his right hand, palm up, and sneered, "Do you think you can walk out of here alive this time?"
"Oh, Third Young Master has advanced to the Earth Realm?" Ye Xingchen looked at Third Young Master Na and immediately became interested: "His talent is quite good."
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