3:50 pm, Henglong Building Top Floor Conference Room.
Liu Mingyu arrived at Meeting Room ten minutes early.
He is the secretary of the board of directors, so he must be present before everyone else to check the equipment, confirm the documents, and make sure everything is safe.
This is what he has been doing for five years.
But today, as he sat in his seat, those things were not at all on his mind.
"From now on, whether it is Board of Directors or the senior management, there will only be one voice."
Zhang Qingxue's words have been rolling back and forth in his mind since he left Chairman's Office.
What does it mean?
Zhao Chen becomes absolute Major Shareholder. From now on, Henglong will of course have only one voice - the voice of Zhao Chen.
Isn't this obvious? Why bother to say it out loud?
Liu Mingyu has been the secretary of the board of directors for so many years, and is very familiar with every word spoken in this situation.
Some words are meant for those who are present, some are meant for those who are not present, and some are meant for the wall.
He glanced at the main seat.
That chair is empty.
He took another look at the empty seats on both sides of Long Table.
At midnight, Zhao Chen enters the hall.
It's quiet in Meeting Room.
Long Table has clear seating arrangements on both sides.
First row, Board of Directors Seat:
The one closest to the main seat is Chief Operating Officer Song Zhongping. He wore a dark gray shirt today with one button unbuttoned at the collar. He looked more casual than usual, but his eyes were sharper than usual.
Next to Song Zhongping is Lin Wanqing.
She wore a black suit today and her makeup was exquisite - more exquisite than ever.
She held her head high and even had a faint smile on her lips, as if she was waiting for a long-awaited performance.
The main position is Zhao Chen.
A dark gray shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms. There were no documents in front of him, only a glass of water that Su Wantang had just put down.
On the left side of Zhao Chen is the secretary Liu Mingyu.
He was particularly silent today. He didn't raise his head after sitting down and wrote something in his notebook - although no one knew what he was writing.
Next to Liu Mingyu is senior accountant Li Weimin.
Sixty-two years old, Henglong seven years old, Independent Director, has gray hair, wears a pair of reading glasses, and his eyes are a little dodgey behind the lenses.
He is from the Lin Wanqing family, and everyone present knows this.
Further to the left is former regulatory officer Sun Zhengping.
Fifty-eight years old, he worked at Securities Regulatory Commission for twenty-three years and Independent Director for five years before retiring.
There was no expression on his face, he just looked through the documents in front of him quietly, as if he was attending a routine meeting that had nothing to do with him.
On the far left is academic economist Wu Hongyuan. Fifty-five years old, School of Finance, dean of a well-known university, Independent Director is in the west.
His eyes glanced at Lin Wanqing from time to time, and then quickly moved away, as if he was observing or avoiding.
The second row and beyond are the senior executives present:
Engineering Division General Manager Li Ming, Investment and Financing Department General Manager Zhang Tao, several Deputy Director from the Operation Department, Administration Department Manager, Legal Department representatives...
More than a dozen people were sitting in two rows.
There are no whispers in Meeting Room.
No one was talking to each other.
Everyone knows what today's event means, but no one knows where it will lead.
Zhao Chen glanced at Liu Mingyu.
"Let's get started." He said.
Liu Mingyu was stunned for a moment.
No agenda?
No files?
He looked at Zhao Chen, trying to read something from that face.
But Zhao Chen had already looked away, picked up the water glass, and took a sip.
Liu Mingyu's Adam's apple rolled a bit.
He cleared his throat and spoke bravely:
"Uh... today I called everyone to open this Temporary Board Meeting, mainly..."
He paused, his mind working rapidly.
The Lin Wanqing incident, the Zhao Jianguo court session tomorrow, stock price fluctuations, and market panic—these are of course topics.
But Zhao Chen didn't give him any instructions, he could only--
"... Mainly I want to invite everyone to discuss it,"
Liu Mingyu Try to make the sound as smooth as possible,
"Ms. Lin Wanqing's remarks in yesterday's interview, combined with the expectations of Mr. Zhao Jianguo's first-instance verdict tomorrow, may have an impact on Henglong, and how can we eliminate these impacts."
He's finished.
Meeting Room was quiet for two seconds.
Then Song Zhongping spoke.
He didn't raise his hand or ask the host for instructions. He spoke first, his voice was low, but every word was clear:
"Mr. Lin, I have something to ask you."
Lin Wanqing looked at him, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a little.
"Mr. Song, please tell me."
Song Zhongping looked at her.
"What you said in the interview yesterday," he paused, "Did you communicate with Board of Directors beforehand?"
Lin Wanqing laughed lightly.
"Mr. Song," she said, "Do I need to communicate with Board of Directors about my private life?"
"Private life?" Song Zhongping's voice was a little harder,
"You said in the national premiere program that you and Zhao Jianguo had three children. Is this your private life?
Do you know what kind of blow it will have to Henglong's reputation if you say this?"
Lin Wanqing is not angry.
She just leaned back on the chair with a leisurely posture:
"I'm telling the truth. Zhao Jianguo and I have been together for more than ten years and have three children.
This allows the children to do a paternity test with him at any time."