53 The Pancake Saga (Part 3)
Although Zhao Ben's name contains the character "奔" (ben), he hates running the most.
As a middle-aged man who usually sits in an office and barely goes to the gym twice a week, although he has not become a fat, greasy man, climbing 12 flights of stairs in one minute almost took his life.
On his way there, Zhao Ben had already cursed Chu Xiao a thousand times in his mind. He even fantasized about how he would use official business to spit on Chu Xiao at the board meeting and show Chu Xiao what it means to be an experienced person.
Zhao Ben imagined Chu Xiao's ashen and helpless expression, which made him laugh smugly while waiting at the red light.
He never expected that Chu Xiao's simple move would make him lose his mind so badly that he didn't even have the strength to complain.
This woman has some clever tricks up her sleeve; he underestimated her after all.
Just you wait!
He glared at Chu Xiao with a contorted face, his legs trembling as he slumped into his seat, grabbed his teacup, and gulped down a large mouthful.
The other directors in their seats secretly glanced at Chairman Zhao, who was always aloof and superior.
It was a rare sight to see Chairman Zhao in such a disheveled state.
To be precise, no one had ever seen Chairman Zhao in such a sorry state.
The board members glanced furtively at Chu Xiao, who was sitting in the head seat.
Chu Xiao remained calm, even the curve of her lips remained perfectly 45 degrees.
The board members felt a chill run down their spines, exchanged glances, and tacitly lit candles for Chairman Zhao.
Everyone knew perfectly well that this impromptu meeting was Chu Xiao's way of putting him in a tough spot.
According to the charter, an emergency board meeting could have been held three hours in advance, but she insisted on the minimum one hour and set the time for midnight.
Calculate the distance between the residences of the various directors, and it's self-evident who this is targeting.
Chu Xiao sat upright in the head seat, taking in the expressions of the board members below.
She began the meeting without changing her expression.
"You've all seen today's trending topics: #PancakeGutterOil#, #EmployeeScratchingHisButt#..."
The directors' eyes all turned to Zhao Ben and Xie Qianwan.
Zhao Ben glanced at Xie Qianwan with a gloomy face.
Xie Qianwan pretended not to see it and lowered his head to take a sip of tea.
"#Director Xie's 10 Million Yuan Reward#, #Director Zhao's Fried Chicken Spy#..."
The directors' eyes all turned to Chu Xiao again.
Chu Xiao, without looking to the side, said, "According to our calculations,"
She gestured for Wang Xue to bring up a set of data and project it onto the screen.
“The stock price will drop by at least 15% when it opens tomorrow, which means your assets will shrink by nearly 20%.” Chu Xiao paused. “Unless we take action now.”
The meeting room was completely silent.
Chu Xiao unconsciously twirled the blood diamond on his left thumb, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Xie Qianwan.
"Director Xie, regarding your embezzlement of public funds to tip female livestreamers..."
Xie Qianwan said with a serious expression, "This is a complete frame-up!"
Chu Xiao pulled up a "surveillance video".
In the blurry footage, "Xie Qianwan" embraces a female anchor whose face is covered in hyaluronic acid, exclaiming with boundless pride: "So what if I embezzle some public funds? Jianbing Group has plenty of money!"
Xie Qianwan denied it again in a deep voice: "The video is fake, I didn't—"
After a few seconds of "surveillance footage" finished playing, a screenshot of online public opinion flashed across the projected screen.
Xie Qianwan saw a familiar profile picture and nickname among the many comments, his pupils contracted sharply, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.
Chu Xiao looked at the person who had suddenly fallen silent and chuckled: "I also hope that the trending topics are all nonsense. Spreading rumors shouldn't waste public resources. What do you think, Chairman Xie?"
Xie Qianwan looked up and chuckled awkwardly, "President Jian is right, the trending topics must be removed!"
Zhao Ben's eyes widened, and he almost spat out a mouthful of strong tea.
He looked incredulous.
When did this smiling tiger become so easy to talk to?!
He had to painfully concede three percent of his profits to get Xie Qianwan to agree to the cooperation. Now this woman just says a few words and Xie Qianwan kneels down???
Is that right?!
What exactly happened? What happened?
Did he miss crucial information while he was looking down and rubbing his leg?
However, before Zhao Ben could figure it out, Chu Xiao called out his name.
“Director Zhao,” Chu Xiao turned his head, “regarding your shares in the fried chicken group…”
Zhao Ben quickly withdrew his hand from rubbing his leg, straightened his back, and stood up with high spirits.
He sneered, "Mr. Jian, personal investments do not violate the company's articles of association. Besides, we're discussing how to deal with a public opinion crisis, not dredging up old grievances!"
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