Chapter 107 Wen Huilin is disheveled

Shen Pianran also let out a laugh. She took two steps forward and spoke at a leisurely pace, "Ms. Wen, you might not be aware, but that meal at Suiyuan Restaurant was arranged by me. The guest being hosted was Mr. Chen Zhonghui, the newly appointed General Manager of Yuda Supply Chain, a subsidiary of Hengxing Investment, who is also Chen Ang's father."

"Mr. Chen Zhonghui is a formally hired executive of the company, and his appointment documents are on file in the personnel records. The company sending a car to pick up an executive for their new post and processing it as a standard entertainment expense is a matter of internal corporate management."

As she spoke, her gaze pierced into Wen Huilin's eyes, "As for the bentley you mentioned, that is the company's reception vehicle. As a driver, it is Chen Ang's job to drive company vehicles to host clients and transport executives."

Then, she paused and smiled brightly, "Ms. Wen, if you have any questions about company law, you are welcome to consult my assistant at any time. The billing rate is calculated by the hour. I can give you a twenty percent discount."

As soon as Shen Pianran finished speaking, Zhong Yuanxin, who was standing nearby, covered her mouth with her hand, clearly unable to hold back her laughter.

Section Chief Sun, Jian Ting, and the others all wore awkward expressions; no one had expected the two women from Hengxing Investment to have such sharp tongues.

As for Wen Huilin, she stood there, her chest heaving violently.

She scanned every face in the conference room, feeling as though everyone was laughing at her, mocking her for overestimating her own capabilities and calling her delusional.

In that instant, she felt the world spin again. Her chest hurt terribly, and she struggled to catch her breath, but it remained stuck in her throat, making her feel so uncomfortable that she just wanted to let it all out.

After she stopped speaking, Shen Pianran looked as indifferent as if she were watching a play, while Zhong Yuanxin pulled a file from the table, opened it, and began to read.

After a long while, Wen Huilin finally recovered. With a trembling voice, she said, "Are you all ganging up to bully me? You hid Chen Ang's money, registered the company under someone else's name, and now even the Tax Bureau can't investigate you?"

"Do you think you can just cast me aside like this? Let me tell you, I am Chen Ang's legal wife, and half of this company belongs to me. You want to kick me out? Keep dreaming..."

Shen Pianran shook her head and said indifferently, "Ms. Wen, I think you should go to the hospital for a check-up, especially..."

As she said this, she pointed to her own temple, implying that Wen Huilin might have a mental health issue.

Zhong Yuanxin, standing to the side, couldn't help but snicker, then immediately covered her mouth and lowered her head.

Wen Huilin flushed red and glared at Shen Pianran, "Fine, I'll remember this. Just you wait."

The conference room went cold again.

At this moment, a cough was heard, and Section Chief Sun finally found an opportunity to speak.

He tapped a stack of voucher copies on the table to align them, looked up, and said, "Lawyer Shen, Director Zhong, regardless of the whistleblower's source of information, it is a fact that there was no compliant invoice for this 200,000 payment in the month it was made."

"According to regulations, your company is required to pay the late fees."

So it finally arrived?

Zhong Yuanxin suddenly stood up and took her phone out of her bag.

Everyone in the conference room watched as she dialed a number, pressed the speakerphone button, and placed the phone on the table.

Beep... beep... beep.

The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Uncle Zhang, it's me, Yuanxin."

"A rare visitor indeed. What made you think of calling me, young lady?" A hearty laugh came from the speaker.

Zhong Yuanxin chuckled, "Uncle Zhang, your bureau is quite something. I am currently the Financial Director of Hengxing Investment, and your Tax Inspection Team is currently auditing our company's accounts."

"What? Auditing your accounts? Who is so lacking in decorum?" The voice on the phone turned deep, and the tone was clearly displeased.

Zhong Yuanxin looked up at Section Chief Sun, "The one leading the team is named Sun Shengtao, and he claims we evaded taxes on a 200,000 information consulting fee. Uncle Zhang, do you think I would care about such a small amount of tax?"

"Also, there is one more thing. The person who came to report us today has our company's internal financial data in her hands, and this data can only be accessed by people in the tax system. Someone has violated regulations by leaking enterprise information from the system. Do you think you could handle this matter as well?"

The other end of the line was silent for a moment, and then a middle-aged man's steady, clearly displeased voice came through: "Who has the nerve to audit the young lady's accounts? Yuanxin, hand the phone to the person leading the team."

At this moment, Section Chief Sun, who was standing to the side, felt his mouth go dry, and his fingers trembled slightly as he took the phone.

He realized then why the number Zhong Yuanxin had dialed looked familiar; the person on the other end of the line was the head of their bureau.

Upon hearing Zhong Yuanxin state her name, he felt his legs go weak. He knew clearly that he had offended someone he shouldn't have today.

He took the phone, walked quickly to the corner of the conference room, and spoke in a low voice into the phone, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

On the other side, Jian Ting sat in her chair, her face turning pale bit by bit, and fine sweat began to seep from her forehead.

The cap of the pen in her hand had been removed at some point, and she was gripping it tightly, using it to vent the pressure she was under.

She recalled the times she had helped Wen Huilin look up system data; every time, there was a query record, and every time, it remained in the system logs.

If the higher-ups really investigated, she would definitely not be able to escape.

She slowly looked up and stole a glance at Zhong Yuanxin, only to see the other woman turning her head to speak with Shen Pianran, her voice very soft and her expression very relaxed.

Clearly, in her eyes, Director Zhang did not carry much weight—he was just someone she could summon with a single phone call?

Yet, in her own eyes, Director Zhang was an existence as high as the heavens.

With one word, he could make her get out of this Tax Bureau she had worked so hard to get into.

Three years of hard work might all be ruined because of today.

In an instant, she turned her head to look at Wen Huilin, her eyes suddenly filled with resentment.

If it hadn't been for helping her, why would she have fallen into such a dangerous situation?

As for Wen Huilin, she was equally dumbfounded.

She also hadn't expected this woman to have such influence within the tax system.

She knew that the connection to Deputy Director Qian was something Tu Yuandong had spent a long time establishing.

But the woman before her, who had left her speechless, could reverse the situation with a single phone call; clearly, her status was extraordinary.

In an instant, she felt a chill in her heart again. She realized that Chen Ang was not the person she had seen over these past seven years.

Besides deceiving her regarding money, he hadn't revealed a single thing about his connections either.

He had been pretending the entire time; he treated her like a fool, and she had been played by him in circles.

Clenching her fists, she let her nails dig into her palms, but she didn't let go; her face was filled with shame and anger.

At the same time, a sliver of chill rose from the depths of her heart.

She finally realized that Chen Ang was not afraid of her investigating anything at all.

The two women had just stated it clearly: even if she knew this company was Chen Ang's, she wouldn't be able to find a shred of evidence.

Because Chen Ang had already made all the preparations.

She understood that all her efforts were castles in the air; with one gust of wind, everything would be nothing.