Heavenly Fortune Media Headquarters, Chairman's Office.
On the Computer screen in front of the Yunfeng, the stock price chart of Heavenly Fortune Media plummeted straight down like a waterfall.
42.8 yuan.
38.5 yuan.
35.2 yuan.
The share price was 96 yuan when he took over.
In less than two weeks, the stock price has been halved and then halved again.
The shares he bought with 7.5 billion Silver have now shrunk to less than 4 billion yuan in market value.
And it's still falling.
Every day when the market opens, it's a sea of red (losing money).
Liu Yunfeng's hands were trembling slightly.
He is not someone who panics easily.
Having navigated the business world for over twenty years, I've witnessed countless ups and downs.
But this time, he was genuinely panicked.
Because he finally realized that he might have been tricked.
That woman, Liu Manyun, was acting the whole time.
Publicly investigating him is a way to force him to take action.
He was seriously injured after being attacked by Ga Shou; it was a ruse.
Being forced to sell shares is a classic case of escaping unscathed.
He spent 7.5 billion to buy a dilapidated, empty shell.
Liu Manyun, on the other hand, had already landed safely with 7.5 billion yuan in cash, and immediately started Heavenly Fortune Video, creating a phenomenal hit like the Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin.
Damn it!
Liu Yunfeng slammed his fist on the table again, causing the teacup to jump and spill scalding tea all over the table.
But that wasn't the most despairing thing for him.
After the news of Wen Xue's arrest came, Liu Yunfeng on the defensive.
Although Wen Xue was just a gold digger, some of the money she took from him was indeed ill-gotten—misappropriation of company funds, falsification of project expenses, and transfer of benefits through related-party transactions.
He had used these methods for many years, and Wen Xue knew quite a bit about them.
If Wen Xue chooses to report and expose the crime in order to mitigate her own punishment...
Liu Yunfeng dared not think any further.
In fact, his fears soon became a reality.
On Wednesday morning, Liu Yunfeng was frantically dealing with the aftermath of the stock price crash in his office when the office door was suddenly pushed open.
The people who came in were several acquaintances from Dafeng City, people they had dealt with before.
The head of the regulatory department, the head of the Inspection Bureau, and the head of Uncle Hat.
Three-way door-to-door service.
Only one thought occupied Liu Yunfeng's mind: It's over.
" Mr. Fung. Liu Yun? Someone has reported you for suspected embezzlement, misappropriation of funds, and related-party transactions involving the transfer of benefits. Please cooperate with us and return for investigation."
Liu Yunfeng's face turned deathly pale instantly.
He instinctively looked towards the door, wanting to ask his secretary and bodyguard for help, but found several uncles dressed in official robes standing in the corridor.
His bodyguards and secretary were all stopped outside and taken into custody.
Among them was Zhou Dahai.
"I... I need to contact a lawyer," Liu Yunfeng to remain calm.
"Of course, but please cooperate with our investigation until the lawyer arrives."
" President Liu, stop struggling. You know what our presence here represents."
Liu Yunfeng was taken away.
After the news broke, Heavenly Fortune Media's stock price immediately plummeted to its daily limit.
On the same day that Liu Yunfeng was taken away, Wen Xue formally submitted her accusation materials in the detention center, revealing all of Liu Yunfeng's illegal activities over the years.
This includes misappropriating 230 million yuan of company funds.
This includes transferring more than 500 million yuan in benefits to offshore companies through related-party transactions.
This includes instructing subordinates to falsify financial statements and deceive investors.
This includes the Gashou. com task that offered a 100 million yuan bounty on Liu Manyun.
The last point directly upgraded the nature of the case from an economic crime to a criminal case.
Liu Yunfeng's doomsday has arrived.
When the news reached the ninth floor of the Jin Yun Building, Liu Manyun was in a meeting.
Gao Xiaolan pushed the door open and came in, whispering a few words in her ear.
Liu Manyun's expression remained Changes.
She simply nodded slightly, said "Understood," and then continued chairing the meeting.
But after the meeting, she stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of her office, looking in the direction of the Heavenly Fortune Building across the street, and remained silent for a long time.
Heavenly Fortune Media was founded by her father, and she herself has devoted countless efforts to it.
When she first joined the company, her father, in order to gain the respect of others, had her start as a regular planner in a small department.
She truly worked her way up to the position of leader step by step; Gao Xiaolan was her colleague at the time.
He's someone who's been with her all along.
This is why Liu Manyun trusts Gao Xiaolan so much.
She spent the most Huangjin six years of her life in this building.
Now that she's gone, Heavenly Fortune Media is finished.
She didn't destroy it.
But she was someone who witnessed Heavenly Fortune Media's downfall firsthand.
"It's over."
Liu Manyun said something softly, then turned and went back to her desk.
She felt neither the slightest pleasure nor the slightest regret.
There is only a calm after the dust has settled.
She picked up her phone and scrolled to a familiar chat window.
After hesitating for two seconds, she typed a line of text, then deleted it.
I typed another line, then deleted it again.
In the end, she didn't send anything and locked her phone screen.
Liu Manyun didn't know when it started, but she had developed a habit.
Around three o'clock every afternoon, she would unconsciously glance at the glass door of the office.
At that time, Ling Yi would usually push open the door and come in with two cups of coffee.
A cup of Americano, unsweetened, plain black coffee, for her.
A latte, extra sugar and less bitter, is for him.
Then he would sit in the outdoor rest area or lean against the door frame, chatting with her casually.
The topics of conversation were varied, sometimes about the company's business situation, and sometimes about the viewership data for the TV show "Nine Dragons Pulling a Coffin ".
Sometimes it's user feedback about Super Beautification photos, and sometimes it's just pointless chatter.
But Liu Manyun found herself actually starting to look forward to this time.
Three o'clock in the afternoon became the most relaxing half hour of her day.
Until one day, she discovered something that made her very unhappy.
Ling Yi didn't come at three o'clock that afternoon.
3:10, didn't come.
It's 3:30, and they still haven't arrived.
It's four o'clock, and he still hasn't come.
Liu Manyun sat at her desk, unable to concentrate on reading a single word of the documents in front of her.
She told herself that it was just because Ling Yi was delayed by something, and it wasn't a big deal.
But her heart was beating a few beats faster than usual.
Finally, she picked up the landline on the table and dialed Gao Xiaolan's extension number.
" Xiaolan, help me investigate something."
" President Liu speak, Mr. Liu."
" Ling Yi, what role does he play in the Infinite Technology on the eighth floor?"
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
" President Liu, do you suspect that Mr. Ling has connections with Infinite Technology?"
"It's not doubt, it's certainty."
Liu Manyun's voice was calm.
"He goes up to the eighth floor far too often every day."
"Moreover, the time when Infinite Technology was founded coincided closely with the time when he moved into my villa."
"He hardly has any time for himself, how did he get to know those two women on the eighth floor?"
Gao Xiaolan is Liu Manyun's most trusted subordinate and also the operations director of Heavenly Fortune Video.
She is efficient and discreet.
"I'll go check right away."