599: Chapter 594 What I'm talking about is the rules.

The old vice president's body swayed.

He could barely stand steady.

He remembered yesterday, how he was still on the phone, conspiring with others to sideline the new boss and transfer the company's core assets.

A chill shot up from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

Shen Yan put down the crystal sailboat.

He looked up.

For the first time, he looked these people directly in the eye.

His gaze was very calm.

It swept across every person's face.

Everyone he looked at instinctively lowered their heads.

They didn't dare meet his gaze.

"From now on."

His voice wasn't loud.

Yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"What I say is the rule."

"First, write a detailed report on every project you've handled and the flow of every bit of capital over the past five years."

"Hand it over to President Chen before the end of the day."

He pointed at Chen Guangke.

"Second, notify all department directors and above that there will be a meeting at nine tomorrow morning."

"Everyone, prepare a reform proposal."

"I want to know what you can bring to the company."

"Not what the company can bring to you."

"Third..."

Shen Yan stood up.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked down at Victoria Harbour.

Countless cargo ships were passing through.

They formed a massive maritime trade network.

"Ocean Shipping is too slow."

"I want its scale to triple within three years."

"Let its routes cover every corner of this planet."

"Those who can't do it can get out."

"Get out, right now."

The office remained deathly silent.

No one moved.

It wasn't that they didn't want to.

It was that they didn't dare.

They could feel it.

This young man wasn't joking.

A purge.

It had already begun.

Over the next seventy-two hours.

The entire Ocean Shipping Group experienced an earthquake.

The team Chen Guangke brought was like the most precise of instruments.

They completely dismantled, analyzed, and restructured this massive company.

Twenty-three senior executives and department heads were taken away by the ICAC.

One hundred and forty-six middle-level cadres were found to have issues by the auditing team and were fired on the spot.

Over three hundred problematic long-term contracts were declared void by the Legal Department.

The entire group was in a state of panic.

Everyone thought the company was finished.

Other shipping companies in Hong Kong City were waiting to see a joke.

Waiting to feed on the corpse of Ocean Shipping after its demise.

But what they got...

...was not a collapse.

It was a series of operations they couldn't understand.

Panshi Capital announced an injection of fifty billion.

To be used for opening new routes in North America and Europe.

At the same time, they placed an unprecedented order with the world's largest shipyard.

Twenty 300,000-ton class supertankers.

And ten of the latest model LNG carriers.

As soon as the news broke.

The entire business community of Hong Kong City was stunned.

Was this Shen Yan crazy?

In the context of a global shipping downturn.

He was actually expanding frantically?

What on earth did he want to do?

No one knew.

And no one dared to ask.

They had already witnessed that man's methods.

Repulse Bay.

Villa Number Eleven.

This was the most secret property under Zheng Tianxiao's name.

It was also his last refuge.

For the past few days, he had been hiding here, isolated from the world.

He didn't dare turn on his phone.

He didn't dare watch the news.

He was afraid of seeing his own name.

Afraid of seeing how those who once welcomed him with smiles were now kicking him while he was down.

He was like a lion trapped in a cage.

His former pride and dominance had vanished.

Leaving only dejection and despair.

He knew Shen Yan wouldn't let him off.

He had leverage over him.

Evidence enough to ruin him forever.

He had even thought about jumping from here.

To end it all.

But he was unwilling.

The doorbell rang.

Zheng Tianxiao jerked.

He thought it was the police.

The people coming to arrest him.

He walked to the door.

He looked out through the peephole.

Outside stood a man in a black suit.

He didn't recognize him.

But he recognized the car parked behind the man.

rolls-royce phantom.

Shen Yan's car.

Zheng Tianxiao's hands began to shake.

What was meant to come had finally arrived.

He straightened his wrinkled clothes.

He took a deep breath.

And opened the door.

The man in black made a "please" gesture to him.

"Mr. Shen would like to see you."

The car drove along.

It didn't go to Central.

It didn't go to any hotel.

Instead, it drove to a place Zheng Tianxiao was incredibly familiar with.

The Ocean Shipping Group Building.

Looking at the imperial building he had built with his own hands.

Zheng Tianxiao's gaze was complex.

There was unwillingness, nostalgia, and pain.

He was led into the elevator that used to be his exclusive one.

He arrived at the sixty-sixth floor.

The office was still the same office.

Only, the person sitting in that chair had changed.

Shen Yan was reading documents.

He didn't look up.

He just pointed at the chair opposite him.

Zheng Tianxiao sat down.

His body was stiff.

He didn't know what kind of judgment awaited him.

Shen Yan finished reading the last document.

He signed his name.

Then, he pushed a new document in front of Zheng Tianxiao.

Zheng Tianxiao looked down.

He thought it would be evidence of his crimes.

Or an agreement to transfer the company's remaining assets.

But what he saw were five large words.

[CEO Employment Contract]

He was stunned.

He looked up, staring at Shen Yan in disbelief.

Shen Yan's expression remained calm.

"Ocean Shipping needs someone who understands it to manage it."

"In all of Hong Kong City, there is no candidate more suitable than you."

Zheng Tianxiao's mind went blank.

He had thought of countless possibilities.

But he hadn't thought of this one.

Shen Yan actually wanted to hire him.

To hire an enemy he had personally defeated.

To manage the company that had been snatched from his hands.

Was this an insult?

He picked up the contract.

He flipped through it quickly.

When he saw the compensation column.

His pupils constricted sharply.

Annual Salary: Ten million HKD.

At the end of the contract.

There was an attached document.

It recorded all his dirty transactions over the past ten years.

Every single one was crystal clear.

Enough to make him rot in jail.

Zheng Tianxiao understood.

This wasn't an insult.

This was a chain.

Shen Yan had broken his spine.

And then gave him a new skeleton.

A skeleton that obeyed him completely.

He gave him a chance.

A chance to continue staying within his life's work.

A chance to personally make this empire more glorious.

The price was...

...that he was no longer the king.

He would be the sharpest blade beneath the throne.

Zheng Tianxiao's breathing became rapid.

His hands gripped the contract tightly.

His knuckles turned white from the force.

After a long time.

He loosened his grip.

He picked up the pen on the desk.

And at the end of the contract, he signed his name.

Zheng Tianxiao.

Those three characters were written with more force than ever before.

And with more weight.

He stood up.

Towards Shen Yan, he bowed deeply.

"Chairman Shen."

The next day.

Ocean Shipping Group issued a personnel announcement.

[Mr. Zheng Tianxiao is hereby appointed as the CEO of the Group, with full responsibility for the company's daily operational management.]

As soon as the announcement was made.

The whole of Hong Kong City was shaken once again.

All those waiting to see a show had their jaws drop to the floor.

They didn't understand.

They completely failed to understand.

This young man named Shen Yan.

What on earth was he thinking?

How large was his chessboard?

The unknown brought a deeper fear than before.

When people mentioned the name Shen Yan again.

There was no longer any contempt or speculation in their tone.

Only awe and respect remained.