At the same time, Lin Wanqing office.
Lin Wanqing has not slept well for three consecutive days.
The indigo concealer under her eyes couldn't cover it, so she simply stopped covering it.
Finance Deputy Director Wang Zhenyu stood in front of his desk, not daring to express his anger.
"Huadong Construction Can't we delay the 12 million yuan?" Lin Wanqing's voice was hoarse.
"Mr. Lin, Deloitte is keeping a close eye on you..." Wang Zhenyu was very embarrassed.
"They said that if they don't refund the money, they will list it as a 'questionable transaction' in the official audit report."
"Then let them line up!" Lin Wanqing raised his voice,
"The project will be completed sooner or later, why should Deloitte insist on it?"
Wang Zhenyu lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
"Where's Zhenhua?" Lin Wanqing took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.
"Zhenhua's Working Capital has bottomed out."
Wang Lei's voice is difficult,
"Last week, 12 million yuan was withdrawn from discounted commercial bills, 7 million yuan was used to pay Suppliers arrears, and 5 million yuan was paid to workers' wages.
Now there is less than 2 million left in the account, and they have another 8 million Bank Loan due next Monday..."
Lin Wanqing Close your eyes.
She knew exactly what this meant.
Banks always lend umbrellas on sunny days and take away umbrellas on rainy days.
Once Zhenhua becomes overdue, other banks will immediately follow suit and withdraw loans, Suppliers will sue and freeze the account, and the construction project will be suspended and unfinished...
When a domino falls, more than one domino falls.
And all of these will point to her, the actual controller of Zhenhua Construction.
"Mr. Lin," Wang Zhenyu said hesitantly, "How about... talk to Zhao Chen?"
Lin Wanqing opened his eyes suddenly, his gaze as sharp as a knife. "What are you talking about? Surrender?"
Wang Zhenyu dare not speak anymore.
The only thing left in the office is the low hum of the air conditioner.
After a long time, Lin Wanqing's voice became softer, with an unprecedented level of fatigue. "Zhenyu, how many years have you been following me?"
"Ten years." Wang Lei said.
"Ten years..." Lin Wanqing murmured and repeated,
"You are one of the few people in the company who knows about my relationship with Zhao Jianguo. You should also know that there are reasons why I cannot quit."
She looked out the window and her voice became softer and softer:
"Why? He Zhao Chen, a twenty-year-old kid, wants to take away everything I have put in over the years and my three children?"
Wang Zhenyu is silent.
He didn't know how to answer.
From the perspective of a bystander, this is no longer a matter of "taking away".
Lin Wanqing The network of relationships weaved by taking advantage of his authority over the years, the transferred interests, and the concealed Black Hole...
If all were exposed, it would be enough for her to stay there for several years.
Zhao Chen's current methods are actually very mild.
Audits, compliance reviews, payment suspensions - every move is within the rules and leaves her with a way out.
It's her who refuses to retreat.
"You go out first." Lin Wanqing turned her back to him, "Let me be quiet."
Wang Zhenyu exited the office gently and closed the door.
In the corridor, he met Song Zhongping coming from the other end.
The two looked at each other and said nothing.
As they passed each other, Song Zhongping suddenly stopped and said in a very soft voice, "Wang Zong, good birds choose trees to roost in."
Wang Zhenyu's body stiffened.
Song Zhongping said nothing and walked straight to the elevator.
Wang Zhenyu stood there, watching his back disappear behind the elevator door.
Good birds choose trees to roost in...
Yes, Song Zhongping has already chosen his wood.
And what about yourself?
June 16, three o'clock in the afternoon, Henglong Building Top Floor Conference Room.
The final version of the audit report of Deloitte was delivered to each director at 2:58 pm.
The cover has black text on a white background, and has 39 thin pages. Turn to the third page, which is a summary of the core findings:
"After verification, from 2015 to 2017, there were the following abnormal situations in the transactions of Suppliers and Henglong Group, including Huadong Construction, Zhenhua Construction, Zhongcheng Construction:
1. The total overpayment for the project amounted to approximately 68 million yuan, which has not yet been refunded.
2. About 32 million yuan was obtained by fabricating project quantities.
3. Shoddy goods resulted in rework losses of approximately 21 million yuan.
Suggestion: Immediately suspend the above-mentioned Suppliers's cooperation qualification, recover the overpayment, and hold relevant management responsibilities accountable."
Meeting Room was completely silent.
The report does not mention who is the actual controller behind these Suppliers, but everyone knows it.
Lin Wanqing is sitting opposite Zhao Chen, her makeup is still exquisite, but her fingers are tightly holding the edge of the report, and the paper is slightly deformed.
Zhao Chen closed the report and spoke calmly:
"Deloitte's suggestion is to recover the money and suspend cooperation. What are your opinions?"
"I object."
Lin Wanqing's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scratching glass.
Everyone looked at her.
She stood up, put her hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at Zhao Chen:
"These Suppliers and Henglong have been working together for many years and have never had any major problems.
Many of the so-called "abnormalities" picked out by the audit are industry practices, year-end reversals, and reasonable adjustments to project visas.
Just because of this, are we going to force them to stop work, demand payment, and cut off cooperation?"
Zhao Chen has no answer.
Lin Wanqing's voice suddenly rose in pitch:
"Do you know how many Working Capital Huadong Construction and Zhenhua Construction are in their accounts now?
If you demand payment, what will they get in return? If work is stopped, who will finish the projects under construction? Who will pay the workers' wages?"
Her eyes were red, not from sadness, but from anger and unwillingness.
"Zhao Chen, do you have to force them to death?"
Meeting Room Someone took a deep breath.