Lu Feng's search for financial companies was not limited to United Capital. Another option was Sun Hung Kai Properties, but unfortunately, Li Ka-shing was a formidable figure in the business. So, he decided to test the waters with United Capital first.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Zhicheng returned to the company after attending the funeral to pick up some things. As soon as he entered the office, he found that all his personal belongings were gone.
He was somewhat incredulous, and even went out of his office to look again, before shouting at the president's office next door, "Where did everything in the office go?"
"I'm not quite sure!" a man standing at the door said and hurriedly walked away.
Feng Zhicheng felt all eyes on him. He felt like a tiger fallen into the plains, being stared at by everyone. No one spoke, and there was no enthusiasm as before. They just watched and stared!
"Where is the head of the administration department?" Feng Zhicheng asked again.
"He's not back yet, he went to the farewell party," a woman next to her whispered.
"Where is the supervisor?"
"I don't know where they went."
"Go and call them over!"
The woman hesitated for a moment, then walked downstairs, but not to find the administrative supervisor.
Feng Zhicheng felt uncomfortable being stared at in the office. He looked around and shouted, "Isn't anyone doing anything? Are you all so free?"
Everyone lowered their heads and busied themselves with their own tasks, and the suffocating air seemed to instantly circulate.
A few minutes later, six or seven men came up. They all looked burly and strong. The man in the lead spoke in Mandarin and said, "Mr. Feng, your things have been tidied up. We'll move you to another place."
"Who are you?" Feng Zhicheng looked the man up and down and could tell that he was definitely not from the company. He had a menacing aura about him and looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.
"Never mind that, let's go!" the man said, and the people behind him stepped forward and pulled Feng Zhicheng downstairs.
"Call security! Get the security department over here!!" Feng Zhicheng shouted, but no one in the company paid any attention; everyone tacitly pretended not to hear him.
A short while later, Feng Zhicheng was led downstairs. He shouted a few words at the security guard at the door, but the guard pretended not to hear. He was taken to the parking lot, where a Jinbei van was parked, and all his personal belongings were inside.
"Everything is here, nothing is missing." After the man finished speaking, Feng Zhicheng was released.
They didn't listen to what Feng Zhicheng had to say and turned to leave. Feng Zhicheng sensed something was wrong and hurriedly walked back, only to be stopped by security guards at the company's main gate.
"You need an ID card to enter and exit the group building!" the security guard told him.
"Are you blind? Don't you recognize me? What were you doing just now? Get out of my way!" Feng Zhicheng shoved the security guard aside and tried to walk inside.
Six or seven people rushed out and pushed him out. By the time he reached the door, Feng Zhicheng had already raised his hand to hit someone. After the security guards subdued him, they had no choice but to call the police.
In a Mercedes-Benz parked not far away, Feng Zhiyao watched everything unfold. He had been pushed around by these security guards countless times before. These guards, whom he had once looked down upon, were now like an impenetrable wall.
Now Feng Zhicheng is experiencing the same feeling he had back then.
Less than half an hour later, the police arrived and questioned them thoroughly. Everyone in the company said there was no such person, and he wasn't even on the company's management list. There was only the name Feng Zhiyao, not Feng Zhicheng.
After struggling until evening, Feng Zhicheng realized that everything was irreversible. Perhaps it was a mistake for him to take Feng Zhiyao's name to work, but the other party had already made all the necessary preparations. Even if the name was changed, it wouldn't affect the present.
Around 7 p.m., Feng Zhicheng stopped making a scene. He knew it was a losing proposition and that continuing like this would only make him lose face and gain nothing else.
Feng Zhiyao watched him get into the car and drive away before instructing the driver to head home. On the way, Feng Zhiyao received a call from Lu Feng, asking the legal team to finalize the will as soon as possible and proceed with the division of the estate to bring the matter to a complete close.
"Hurry up, lest things get complicated. Hire the best legal team. I might be back in a few days," Lu Feng said into the phone before hanging up.
"Is this place spacious enough? My office is right downstairs from yours, separated by just one floor," Su Yourong explained.
"Isn't it inappropriate to have the chairman's office right at the entrance? By the way, can we return that villa?" Lu Feng asked.
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