That day, a name spread throughout the entire group.
Wang Yan!
The group's long-obscure financial supervisor had been sent out on an audit for the first time and, in less than two hours, uncovered issues involving more than six million yuan.
The news began spreading around lunchtime. Before the lunch break was even over, it had already circulated through the entire group.
People were stunned.
And once people connected this Wang Yan with the Wang Yan rumored to be having an affair with Secretary Don... rather than dying down, the gossip only grew more outrageous.
The story simply changed versions: Wang Yan had taken the fall for the chairman in order to get ahead, and the chairman had rewarded him with an opportunity—hence his sudden transfer to the audit team.
No one stopped to consider that, with Wang Yan's financial skills, he would earn even more by jumping to another company. Or he could join one of the Big Four accounting firms and build an international career, with both prospects and money waiting for him.
People simply preferred darker stories, the more salacious kind.
Of the group's more than twenty thousand employees, ninety-nine percent were enjoying the gossip. The remaining tiny fraction did not feel so good.
Some of them even risked being scolded to call Huang Lillin and Xia Ming, asking whether the news was true.
It could not be helped. Their interests were directly tied to this. Wang Yan had found problems in under two hours—it was terrifying. Just hearing such despair-inducing news made them want to die. The finance people involved were all huddling together, trying to figure out whether their books had been done securely enough.
The finance department was nervous too. They had never seen anyone this formidable.
Besides, where in this world was there