Chapter 166: The Yingzhi Shareholders' Meeting

Two hours later...

At the top-floor conference room of Yingzhi Group, Yan Qingwen sat across from a dozen middle-aged men in business suits. The atmosphere was tense and oppressive.

"Wenwen, we're doing this out of necessity. I hope you can understand," one of the shareholders finally broke the silence.

Yan Qingwen trembled with anger, clutching a stack of documents in her hand so tightly that it seemed her fury might ignite the papers. She had never imagined that the purpose of today's meeting, organized by the shareholders, was solely to discuss a collective decision—to sell their shares at a low price to Weite Bio.

"Uncle Zhang, together you hold 52% of the shares, which gives you absolute control over the company," Yan Qingwen said through gritted teeth, her voice low and controlled. "And now you want to sell your shares to Weite Bio at a low price? Are you trying to destroy this company? Weite has been our competitor for years!"

One of the shareholders, a balding man in his fifties, sighed. "Chairman Yan's accident was something none of us wanted to see, but it's affected the company. We're all over fifty, with families to take care of. We can't just sit by and watch our shares become worthless."

Tears welled up in Yan Qingwen's eyes as she lowered her head. "Yingzhi is my father's life's work. He's just had an accident, and now you're all ready to kick him while he's down? My father has never been anything but generous to you all."

She paused, trying to control her emotions. Still, without lifting her head, she continued, "My elders, respected shareholders, please trust me this once. I will take over the group and ensure your interests are protected."

"Hmph... you?" scoffed another shareholder. "You're only in your twenties; what do you know about running a business? And don't think we've forgotten that the company's current predicament is partly due to your carelessness."

The room erupted in accusations and criticisms, but the balding shareholder waved his hand to silence them. "Wenwen, it's no use talking. Our minds are made up. Even if your father were to wake up, he can't override the majority vote with our 51% control. We're selling the shares, and that's final. Selling now is the only way we can hope to break even."

He stood up and clapped his hands. "Let's welcome the person in charge of this share transfer."

Everyone turned to look at the conference room door, including Yan Qingwen, who felt a tight knot forming in her chest.

The door creaked open, and a man in a tailored British suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked in with a confident smile. Yan Qingwen's pupils constricted. She recognized him immediately—it was Ouyang Fengyu, the man Liu Di had once beaten into a stupor!

Ouyang Fengyu raised his hand, and the applause ceased. "Wenwen, long time no see!"

"You…" Yan Qingwen's voice trembled as she pointed at him, "How is it you?"

Ouyang Fengyu chuckled, "Why wouldn't it be me? I'm now the head of Weite Bio's acquisition department. I'm here today to oversee the purchase of Yingzhi Group."

"Ouyang Fengyu!" Yan Qingwen shook with anger. "You repay kindness with treachery! We spared you because of our eldest sister, and you dare to come here and cause trouble?"

"Treachery? Ha!" Ouyang Fengyu sat down calmly, "Yan Sanxiaojie, ask your own legal department. Who dares sue me? Your father is in a coma, and you—a little girl—what can you do to me?"

Yan Qingwen hesitated, her confusion evident as she looked towards the head of the legal department, only to see him shrink away, avoiding her gaze.

Ouyang Fengyu laughed again, "Your legal department won't take action against me. The old man is comatose, and you can't do anything. Let me tell you, all the shareholders of Yingzhi Group now depend on me. Without me, your stocks will rot in your hands."

Yan Qingwen felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

Ouyang Fengyu's grin grew more menacing. "Tomorrow, over 52% of Yingzhi Group's shares will be listed on the stock exchange, and Weite Group will buy them all. Afterward, I'll take over Yingzhi Group."

He looked at Yan Qingwen with a lecherous glint in his eye, "And you know what my first order of business will be? Removing the Yan family from the company! I'll leave you all with nothing! When that happens, you, your sisters, and everyone in your family will be at my mercy!"

Yan Qingwen's eyes turned bloodshot, her body trembling uncontrollably. She slammed her hands on the table, "Ouyang Fengyu, don't you dare!"

"Sorry, not only do I dare, but I will succeed," Ouyang Fengyu said with a sinister smile. He threw a stack of contracts onto the table, "The share transfer contracts are ready. Sign them now!"

"Don't sign!" Yan Qingwen screamed, her voice filled with desperation.

But the shareholders seemed bewitched, rushing to sign the contracts without hesitation. Two of Ouyang Fengyu's bodyguards grabbed Yan Qingwen, restraining her as she watched helplessly, her heart sinking into despair.

After the last signature was inked, the shareholders and Ouyang Fengyu left the room, laughing triumphantly. Yan Qingwen was released, only to collapse onto the floor, utterly defeated.