Zhao Chen didn't look at her at all, as if she was just insignificant noise.
He looked around at everyone, spoke faster, and reiterated the core content categorically:
"Subscription Plan, '10 for 4', financing approximately 1 billion Hong Kong Dollar, specially used to supplement liquidity and optimize liability structure.
Ms. Su Wantang and Mr. Zhao Jianguo and I promise to subscribe in full. Now, all directors are invited to vote on whether to approve this Subscription Plan."
"I will express my opinion first and agree." Zhao Chen was the first to raise his hand.
As a non-voting shareholder, Su Wantang did not need to vote, but she looked firmly at Zhao Chen and silently supported it.
The pressure was completely transferred to other directors.
Liu Mingyu took a deep breath, almost out of professional survival instinct, quickly weighed the pros and cons, and then raised his hand:
"Agreed."
The sound is a little dry, but clear enough.
Song Zhongping looked at the livid Lin Wanqing, then at Zhao Chen who was expressionless but with sharp eyes, finally sighed and raised his hand:
"I agree. I hope we can solve the practical problem."
Sun Zhengping and Wu Hongyuan and Independent Director exchanged looks.
Although they have reservations about Zhao Chen's strong tactics, Subscription Plan itself, compared to "Expansion Compromise", is more in line with their consideration of the company's long-term interests and can avoid the immediate liquidity crisis.
Since Zhao Chen is clearly determined to win and Core Shareholder supports it, there is no need for them to use their board seats to shoulder the challenge.
"Agree." Sun Zhengping said.
"Agree." Wu Hongyuan also nodded.
Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Li Weimin and Lin Wanqing.
Li Weimin's face changed, feeling the tremendous pressure of being isolated and helpless.
His personal relationship with Lin Wanqing is obviously not enough for him to bet on his identity as Independent Director.
Faced with Zhao Chen's absolute control and clear threat, he chose to compromise.
"... Agree."
He uttered two words with difficulty, avoiding Lin Wanqing's almost flaming gaze.
At this point, six of the seven Board of Directors members agreed.
Lin Wanqing sat there helpless, like a volcano about to erupt, but was suppressed by the invisible iceberg.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh, her chest heaved violently, but she could no longer utter a word of objection.
She looked at the six raised hands, especially the hands of Liu Mingyu and Director Wang, and felt a chill and betrayal to her bones.
She knew that she had completely lost this game.
Zhao Chen was not only prepared, but also used the most domineering method to crush all her obstructions.
"Board of Directors resolution passed."
Zhao Chen ignored Lin Wanqing's anger and announced the results first, his voice echoing in the silence of Meeting Room,
"Please Director Liu arrange the announcement as soon as possible and initiate the follow-up Rights Issue procedures. The meeting is adjourned."
He got up first, without looking at anyone else, took Su Wantang, Zhang Qingxue and Chen Xi, and left Meeting Room.
Inside Meeting Room, there were only Lin Wanqing sitting there, and the directors with different expressions.
The smell of gunpowder smoke from the thunderous confrontation still lingers in the air.
Rights Issue's gate has been forcibly pushed open.
The next torrent of capital will surge away in accordance with the direction set by Zhao Chen.
And Lin Wanqing must start to calculate how her trust fund of 420 million Hong Kong Dollar should deal with this "Rights Issue Open Scheme" that she personally participated in paving the way for but ended up making a wedding dress for others.
Board of Directors Meeting Room The thick wooden door was closed behind him, cutting off the cold atmosphere inside that had not completely dissipated.
Lin Wanqing did not wait for the elevator, but pushed open the door of the emergency passage and walked quickly down the stairs.
The high heels stepped on the cement steps, making a rapid and sharp "ta, ta" sound, which echoed in the empty Stairwell, just like the manic heartbeat in her chest.
She rushed back to Finance Director's office on the middle floor of the building and slammed the door. The loud noise made the outside assistant stand up from her seat in shock.
She was the only one left in the office.
The mask of calmness that he had carefully maintained was completely shattered, and anger spewed out like lava.
She waved her arm suddenly and swept down the valuable Bone China Teacup that Zhao Jianguo had given her many years ago in the corner of her desk!
"Clang--!"
There was a crisp and ear-piercing shattering sound, and white porcelain shards and dark brown tea stains splashed into a mess on the carpet.
As if she wasn't relieved enough, she grabbed the folder on the table and threw it against the wall, causing the papers to fly down like snowflakes.
At this moment, the office door was carefully pushed open a crack, and her chief Confidant, Finance Department Deputy Director Wang Bin stepped in and quickly closed the door.
Seeing the mess on the ground and Lin Wanqing with his back turned to him and his chest heaving violently, Wang Bin felt a shiver in his heart.
"Mr. Lin?" Wang Bin called in a low voice, with worry in his voice.
He is one of the very few people who knows the true relationship between Lin Wanqing and Zhao Jianguo and the existence of the three children. He is also the core of her team.
Lin Wanqing didn't look back immediately. He took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down a little.