Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 414 Not Your Personal Property

Chapter 414: Chapter 414 Not Your Personal Property

"This Pentagon Building was indeed established by my own hands, but my original intention was to seek welfare for the people and peace for the world. I never intended for it to become a stage for one person’s power and influence," the old man said.

When the elderly man reached that chief seat, he didn’t sit down but instead gently caressed the back of the chair.

It was as though it were his child; the look in his eyes was one of unbearable separation, filled with intense expectation for it.

On seeing this, everyone felt a warmth in their hearts.

Indeed, that was the right kind of look. A father raises his child, but he hopes the child will soar high, that it will have a broader world to explore and someday be able to contribute to society.

When did this child become someone’s private property of power?

Everyone felt a deep respect for the old man, and an even colder disdain for Chu Fengcheng.

Chu Fengcheng felt it too, and all at once, as he stood below, his fists clenched. That feeling of the tide of power slipping away began to climb up from the pit of his stomach.

"Mr. Qin, I never said I wanted to play with power in this seat. What I did was merely to reclaim the authority that had been dispersed among the four major families," he still rebutted, without giving up.

The old man heard and gave a light chuckle, "Is that so? Then why did you pursue and attempt to eliminate a person who had already renounced his inheritance rights to the Xiahou Family?"

"..."

Chu Fengcheng’s face turned paler.

Yet he still denied it, "That’s not true. I was completely unaware of what happened on the mountain peak. How could you blame me for that?"

"It seems you just won’t give up until you’re faced with the bitter end," the old man said, his kindly eyes finally turning cold.

He picked up his dry tobacco pipe and tapped it on the table. Soon enough, the doors to the conference hall opened, and two uniformed senior officers walked in.

"Bring out the documents and let him have a good look," he commanded.

"Yes, Mr. Qin!" the two officers responded, immediately taking out a stack of documents from the briefcase they brought.

As people saw this, they got up from their seats and crowded around to see. To their surprise, it was a pile of invoices, and the tax clients listed were all from Shengshi Group.

So, were these two from the tax bureau?

"Ladies and gentlemen, these are the tax documents collected by the Jiangbei Tax Bureau from Shengshi Group following instructions from above in the last two months. As you can see, the tax points have increased by more than 30%. Moreover, many items that we never taxed before are now included," the tax officer explained, handing the documents around for everyone to see.

After a few minutes, when people had finished looking, a sharp intake of breath echoed through the conference hall as they showed incredibly shocked expressions.

"This is preposterous; it completely deviates from national tax regulations," someone exclaimed.

"Exactly, isn’t this blatantly draining Shengshi Group as if it were a blood bank? Which ’above’ issued these instructions?" Shangguan Jianying angrily asked.

The officers in uniform shrugged their shoulders, indicating they were clueless.

"I only found out about this after Mr. Qin contacted me," one officer said.

"..."

Everyone was even more startled.

From the uniform this man wore, it was clear that he held a high position, probably from the headquarters in the capital.

And yet he was unaware.

But it didn’t end there, for the person next to the tax bureau executive also brought out some documents.

"And over here, at Shengshi Group’s electronic bank, I’m certain we received no instructions to terminate it, so why have we been receiving so many complaints from customers at our headquarters? I’ve been clueless about it all along," he said.

Turns out, this man was from the upper echelons of the Industrial and Commercial Bank.

The conference hall was in total uproar.

And when Chu Fengcheng saw these, his face completely lost its color.

With ironclad evidence, what could he possibly argue?

The elder spoke, "My visit this time was actually to give you face. If that child were to personally handle you, I’m afraid you would die a more unsightly death!"

He suddenly mentioned Sheng Siyuan.

At that moment, his expression finally turned utterly cold. Even without showing anger, merely by sitting there, the awe-inspiring righteousness emanating from him, along with an innate sense of oppressive authority, was palpable.

Chu Fengcheng staggered backwards two steps.

Indeed, how could he not know? If Sheng Siyuan were to make a move, he would have no chance of survival.

Just like Deng Yuanqi on Chinese New Year’s Eve, an old fox who had been scheming for so many years and who had real military power in his hands.

But what was the result?

Chu Fengcheng thought of the gruesome scene of Deng Yuanqi under that man’s gun and shivered; finally, he collapsed into the chair behind him.

His era had also come to an end...

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City Y.

In the early morning city, the situation was well under control, so the local people were not affected.

After waking up, Yin Hehe looked out of the hospital ward window; when she saw the bustling streets bathed in a golden glow and people walking in an orderly manner, she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She had already known about what happened in the capital the previous evening.

From her perspective, it was the perfect resolution that Elder Qin had made a move in the end because she did not want to see chaos anymore.

Yin Hehe came out of the ward.

Just then, the doctor came to make his rounds, checked the intensive care room, and told her some good news afterward.

"The recovery is going well; you can be transferred to a regular ward now."

"That’s great!" She was extremely happy.

So that morning, Sheng Siyuan, who had already awakened, was transferred to a regular ward, with Yin Hehe taking care of him in the room.

"Husband, about what happened in the capital, after Elder Qin went there, he has dismissed Chu Fengcheng. Now, the Pentagon Building waits for a new powerholder to be elected."

Yin Hehe peeled an apple and brought it to the bedside. Seeing that the man seemed to be in a good mood, she tentatively mentioned the incident to him.

As her words fell, his gaze settled on her face. He didn’t say much but took the apple from her hands.

Yin Hehe: "..."

Sheng Siyuan: "That’s pretty good."

He finally spoke, and then began to eat the apple on the hospital bed.

Yin Hehe immediately let out a long sigh of relief.

With this, the matter had finally come to a close.

A week later, Sheng Siyuan was discharged. He had intended to go straight back to Jiangbei, but suddenly, Dr. Qin came over, saying his father wished to invite him to his small courtyard for a simple meal.

"Mr. Sheng, my father rarely invites people over. Those precious vegetables he grows are scarcely tasted by the old man in the neighboring village year-round."

Dr. Qin couldn’t help but show a look of envy while still in the ward as he said this.

Seeing this, Yin Hehe couldn’t help but feel amused.

"Dr. Qin, does that mean even you can’t get a taste?"

"It’s not that I don’t get any, but it’s rare. Every time the old man grows good vegetables, he hauls them off to the big courtyard, where many of his old friends are... Ah!"

Dr. Qin said dejectedly.