437: Chapter 437 I'm Back in Suwan

These three people were the right-hand men of her father when he was alive, the uncles she trusted the most.

"The data shows that six months ago, these three individuals used the names of relatives living abroad to register three investment companies, and these three companies have financial dealings exceeding nine figures with 'Hongye Trading,' a key raw material supplier for the Qinghe Group."

"And the actual controlling shareholder of this Hongye Trading is the nephew of your aunt, Ding Meiling's, maternal family."

"This chain of interest is the foundation that allowed them to sideline you."

Shen Yan picked up his teacup, blew on it gently, and continued, "They were certain you wouldn't find this information, nor would you understand it."

Su Wan's body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from rage.

She had always thought she was fighting alone, only to find the enemy was sleeping right beside her.

"Then what should I do?" she asked, her voice dry. "I only hold 15% of the shares, and they even froze my voting rights through manipulation."

"The resources you hold have never been just that small percentage of shares." Shen Yan put down his teacup and looked at her directly for the first time.

His gaze was as calm as a deep pool, yet it put an inexplicable pressure on Su Wan.

"Your biggest trump card is that your surname is Su."

"You are Su Changhe's only daughter, the rightful heir to the Qinghe Group."

"This status is your only chance to turn the tables."

Su Wan stared at him blankly, seemingly not grasping his meaning.

Shen Yan did not play coy; he laid out his plan directly.

"Step one: Build momentum."

"I need you to immediately hold a press conference. The theme should not discuss equity or attack anyone; it should only talk about sentiment."

"You must tell everyone that the Qinghe Group is your father's life's work. You must recount the hardships he faced starting his business, and you must express your deep affection for this company. Then, in front of all the media, announce that you will exhaust all means to defend the enterprise your father left behind."

"Your posture must be humble, your tears sincere, and your resolve fierce."

"I want the entire city's business community and shareholders to know that the 'Princess' of the Qinghe Group is coming back to reclaim what belongs to her."

Su Wan's breathing grew rapid.

"Step two: Divide and conquer."

"Zhou Li is lecherous, Wang Haidong is addicted to gambling, and Zhao Qin's son is studying abroad with enormous expenses. Their weaknesses are even more obvious than they imagine."

"I will find people to 'accidentally' send evidence of their financial dealings with 'Hongye Trading' to their respective rivals and to the tax department's reporting email."

"I don't need them to defect; I just need to cause trouble in their backyard so they are too preoccupied to help your aunt strategize."

Shen Yan's speaking pace was not fast, but every word was like a nail driven into Su Wan's heart.

"Step three: Cut the firewood from under the cauldron."

He looked at Su Wan. "Ding Meiling and Su Zhenyu, in order to show quick results and silence criticism, have been forcefully pushing a real estate project called 'Heart of the New City' and have diverted one billion in liquid funds from the company's accounts, correct?"

Su Wan nodded. "Yes. I saw the risk assessment report for this project; it's a bottomless pit, but I couldn't stop it."

"You don't need to stop it." A cold smile flickered across Shen Yan's lips.

"Your father managed the Qinghe Group for decades; surely he had a few trustworthy friends in the Bank sector, right?"

"Go visit them right now. Don't say anything specific. Just have tea and small talk with them, and casually 'mention' that you are 'worried' about the company's current operating conditions."

"Banks only ever offer fair-weather friendship."

"As soon as they sense even a sliver of risk, they will immediately tighten their loans to the Qinghe Group. Most of the one billion Ding Meiling diverted came from Bank loans. Once the Bank withdraws its credit, her capital chain will instantly snap."

Su Wan's eyes widened further. She felt as if she saw a clear path unfolding before her.

"Once the capital chain breaks, 'Heart of the New City' will become a stalled project. At that time, the internal staff will be in turmoil, and the small shareholders they marginalized and suppressed will be more anxious than you."

"This is when you step forward as the founding heir, rally everyone, convene an emergency shareholders' meeting, and use 'misappropriation of public funds, investment failure, and seriously endangering company interests' as grounds to dismiss Ding Meiling and Su Zhenyu."

"Those directors who act like fence-sitters will know exactly who to cast their votes for in order to protect themselves."

"By then, the situation will be settled."

Shen Yan finished speaking and drained his teacup.

The entire private room was filled only with Su Wan's rapid breathing.

She looked at the excessively young man before her, and a huge wave surged in her heart.

This plan was interlocking, ruthless, and precise. Every step struck the opponent's vital point without any wasted motion.

She even felt a trace of fear.

After a long while, she finally found her voice.

"Mr. Shen... I..."

"This is my plan," Shen Yan stood up, not sparing her another glance.

"Someone will coordinate with you on the specific execution of each step."

"You only need to play the role of the 'tragic princess' well enough."

He walked to the table and picked up the rosewood brocade box.

"I'll take the paperweight."

"Within a month, I want the Qinghe Group to bear the Su name again, and I want those who should repay their debts to pay them off."

With that, he pulled open the door and left directly.

Su Wan was left sitting there dumbly, looking at the tea that was gradually growing cold before her.

Only when the private room door closed behind him, cutting off the oppressive fragrance, did Su Wan let out a long breath.

The afternoon sunlight was somewhat harsh, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

She felt utterly drained, as if she had just been pulled out of water, but her mind was clearer than ever before.

The dead end that had troubled her for months and driven her to desperation was dismantled so simply in a few words from that man.

So simple that it sent a chill down her spine.

She had no time to dwell on that fear.

Every minute delayed meant another minute the Qinghe Group risked being hollowed out.

She stood at the entrance of the teahouse, took out her phone, her fingertips slightly white from gripping it too hard.

The call connected.

"It's me."

Her voice no longer held any tremor; instead, it was replaced by an icy calm.

"Arrange a press conference for me immediately, tomorrow at ten in the morning."

"The theme? Title it 'Inheritance and Dreams.'"

"Yes. I want everyone in the city to know that I, Su Wan, am back."

The black business vehicle drove smoothly down the road.

Shen Yan toyed with the rosewood brocade box in one hand; it felt heavy.

He opened the lid. Inside lay a warm Hetian jade paperweight, the double phoenix carving lifelike, with an ancient, mellow patina.