"Chairman Shen."
Xiao Ming interrupted Shen Anhe, "How you choose to discipline your son is up to you, but I have neither the time nor the interest to watch your revolting father-son performance."
Shen Anhe was furious, "Xiao Ming, I warn you, don't push people too far!"
Xiao Ming laughed derisively, "Alright then! Since you think I'm picking on you, I might as well really go too far today.
Old Shen, try standing your ground and not signing the agreement, you might even earn a glance of respect from me."
Shen Anhe's face immediately flushed red, he struggled for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table again.
"Ungrateful son, what are you waiting for? Come here and sign!"
Shen Siqi stepped forward, picked up the agreement on the table, glanced at it, and his expression changed drastically. He couldn't help but turn around, glare at Xiao Ming, and grit his teeth, "That bastard Shen Siyi is still coveting my shares, he really is never satisfied!"
"Ha!"
Xiao Ming looked to the sky and laughed out loud, "Old Shen, did you hear what your precious son just said? The brother who has it all accuses the brother who has nothing of not being content.
If you still don't understand why your eldest son can so smoothly utter 'bastard', then I advise you to retire and go home to take care of yourself.
Because Qianshan Group isn't going to be ruined by Shen Siqi; your failing eyesight has already done enough to destroy it."
Actually, without Xiao Ming's reminder, Shen Anhe had also sensed something was amiss. He looked deeply at his eldest son's profile and said in a serious tone, "Siqi, sign the document. I have some questions for you."
Shen Siqi, knowing he had misspoken and although his heart was bleeding, could only grit his teeth and write his name on the agreement.
After all, losing shares was a small matter, but losing the right of inheritance was a big deal.
He knew the difference in weight.
Xiao Ming took the agreement, glanced at it, saw no issues, and without wasting words, stuffed it into his bag and left.
"Mr. Xiao, I hope you keep your word," Shen Anhe said, his tone filled with a threatening implication.
"Relax, my character might be questionable, but I was raised with some manners, unlike the beast of a son you've carefully nourished."
Xiao Ming pulled open the door, turned back, and said, "As per the agreement, neither I nor anyone associated with me will go to the police regarding Shen Siqi, including Siyi.
But whether those suppliers who are anxiously waiting for payment will, that's not something within my control.
I'd advise Chairman Shen to prepare yourself mentally in advance."
After saying that, he left with a big laugh.
Shen Anhe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly clutched at his chest in pain, staggering as he gasped for breath against the back of the chair.
"Dad!"
Shen Siqi rushed around the desk in a panic, opened the drawer to find the nitroglycerin pills, and shoved more than a dozen down Shen Anhe's throat in one go.
After a while, Shen Anhe felt somewhat better, looked up at his son, and slapped him across the face.
"Don't call me dad, I don't have such an unfilial son!"
Xiao Ming walked out of Qianshan Group Building, got into his car, and threw the agreement into Shen Siyi's lap.
"Congratulations! From now on, you're the third-largest shareholder of Qianshan Group."
Shen Siyi's face showed no hint of joy, and instead, he asked with concern, "My dad... he's alright, isn't he?"
An able elder son with corrupt morals, a less competent younger son full of filial piety—it couldn't help but be considered a tragedy and a testament to Shen Anhe's failure as a father.
Patting Shen Siyi on the shoulder, Xiao Ming said, "No matter whether the old man is in trouble or not, it's all Shen Siqi's fault. You can't manage it and can't prevent anything.
All you can do is secure the Shen family's position in Qianshan Group and make sure the Shen's industries don't fall into others' hands."
Shen Siyi fell silent for a moment, his expression slowly turning resolute.
"Ming, thank you!"
Xiao Ming laughed and said, "Don't be foolish, you're no longer the despised scion you once were. You're a rising new star in the business world.
Go! Show them the might of a major shareholder of Ruiye Holdings.
If you can't acquire over five percent of Qianshan's shares before tomorrow, I'll have your sister-in-law introduce you to a girlfriend who weighs no less than 200 pounds, the kind you marry as soon as you meet."
Shen Siyi turned his head, opened the door, and ran out of the car.
Approaching noon, the market suddenly buzzed with shocking news: Shen Siqi, son of the chairman of Qianshan Group and general manager of its procurement department, had embezzled over seventy million for gambling, causing Qianshan Group's stock price to plummet immediately.
At that time, Shen Anhe was contacting others to sell off some assets at a low price to fill the hole for his son as quickly as possible. When he heard the secretary's report, he was so shocked that he nearly passed out.
Wasn't it fifty million? How did it become seventy million?
What's the point of Xiao Ming lying about this sort of thing?
Just as he was about to call his older son back, Shen Siqi crashed through the office door and immediately knelt in front of him, confessing his sins while crying, begging his father for forgiveness and rescue.
As it turned out, Xiao Ming didn't lie.
Shen Siqi did embezzle fifty million for gambling, but to make amends, he moved another twenty million out and even gave it to Dabang Group to purchase slum clearance land.
Those in the trade all know that so-called fortunes are mostly hollow, with the vast majority belonging to companies and banks. Most people would only have substantial fixed assets at hand; hardly anyone would allow a large sum of cash to lie idle in an account.
Hence, facing a shortfall of fifty million, Shen Anhe could barely scrape it together by cutting some flesh, but another twenty million would mean selling his own stake in Qianshan.
How was that different from selling the company?
As a result, Shen Anhe indeed fainted and was rushed to the hospital by ambulance, while Shen Siqi was taken away for investigation by the economic investigation department of the police not long after.
With the news spreading, there was no chance for a short-term revival in Qianshan Group's stock price; it tumbled down a steep cliff.
"I've always been puzzled, Shen Siqi might not have had the best character, but he definitely wasn't stupid."
In the office of the chairman of Ruiye Holdings, Yun Shi Yu was brewing tea for Xiao Ming.
"Why did he choose to invest in Dabang? Could it be he also knew that the slum clearance land was bound to appreciate greatly?"
Xiao Ming, yawning and lying on the sofa, half-asleep, said, "He did know, even earlier than Dabang did.
In fact, he was the one who leaked the information to Cao Father and Son."
"How could he possibly..."
Her voice stopped abruptly, and Yun Shi Yu looked at Xiao Ming in utter shock, not even noticing the tea leaves spilling out of the pot.
"It was you!
The trap you set from the beginning wasn't just aimed at the Cao family, but also at... no, wait, you handed the shovel to Shen Siqi, letting him dig his own and the Cao Father and Son's grave!"
Xiao Ming closed his eyes and smiled faintly, "Being too clever for a girl can mean trouble getting married."
Yun Shi Yu put down the teapot, got up, walked around the coffee table, bumped him with her hip into the sofa, and asked excitedly, "What were you thinking at the very start?
And how did you know that after hearing the news, Shen Siqi wouldn't tell Shen Anhe but would go to the family rival, Cao Zhining?"
Xiao Ming rolled his eyes, "What are you, the child who asks a million questions? Are you going to make tea or not? If not, go work and don't disturb my nap."
Yun Shi Yu bit her lip, lifted her hips, and then sat down on his stomach.
"If you don't tell me, I... I'll just lie down on top of you!"