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Huang Haoran pushed open the heavy door, and a chilling atmosphere rushed to greet him.
In the spacious conference room, a massive black round table dominated the center, surrounded by board members whose expressions varied with degrees of anger, vigilance, and discontent.
Some furrowed their brows, arms crossed over their chests, gazing coldly; others nervously tapped on the table, seemingly suppressing their unease; while a few directly glared at Huang Haoran, as if he were a condemned criminal.
The air was so thick it felt suffocating.
Just as Huang Haoran stepped inside, the chairman, seated at the head of the table, slammed his hand down with a thunderous bang and shouted furiously—
"What on earth are you doing?!"
His voice echoed throughout the conference room, causing the lights to tremble slightly.
"How dare you steal from the company?! Do you even realize what you've done?!"
His gaze was like a knife, fixed intently on Huang Haoran, filled with rage and suppressed malice.
"You better have an explanation! Otherwise... you won't be able to escape this!"
After finishing his outburst, he took a deep breath as if his blood pressure had skyrocketed, veins bulging on his forehead while his silver hair fluttered slightly.
However... this scene was simply too comical.
The chairman was over sixty years old, with a sparse and awkward Mediterranean-style baldness on top of his head. The silver hair on either side swayed back and forth, creating an extremely bizarre visual effect.
This sight made Huang Haoran unable to suppress a laugh.
He lightly curled his lips into a smile, looking quite pleased, even carrying a hint of mocking delight, completely disregarding the tense atmosphere in the room.
The air instantly froze as all the board members stared at him in shock.
"Is this guy crazy? He still dares to laugh after being caught?!"
The chairman's face grew even darker, the veins on his forehead pulsing more violently, clearly on the verge of exploding.
Huang Haoran chuckled for a few seconds before shaking his head, speaking in an almost resigned tone, "I'm sorry, Chairman, I really didn't mean to..."
The expressions of those present shifted slightly as they prepared to hear a reasonable explanation from him, but he continued, "It's just... your hair is really ugly."
A dead silence fell over the conference room.
The air in the room froze instantly.
Huang Haoran's words dropped the temperature in the entire room to absolute zero, as if time had momentarily stopped.
The chairman's brows furrowed deeply, his wrinkles bunching together as he seemed to be digesting the meaning of that statement.
His brain was functioning sluggishly because everything was just too absurd—he was about to reprimand Huang Haoran for embezzling funds, and yet the other party had... commented on his hairstyle?
However, before the chairman could gather his thoughts from the chaos, Huang Haoran lazily waved his hand, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather: "Oh well, let's not talk about that."
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he slowly scanned the faces of the board members around the table, all of whom were filled with anger. His gaze was calm yet tinged with amusement.
"I came here today just to inform everyone of one thing..."
He paused for a moment, deliberately elongating his tone to ensure that everyone present could hear what he was about to say clearly—
"——This company should belong to me."
The air felt as if it had been torn apart.
The board members around the conference table initially stared wide-eyed, their expressions shifting from disbelief to shock, and then...
"Bang——!!!"
One director suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing a teacup to topple over and hot coffee to splash across the surface!
"What the hell did you just say?! You stole money from the company, and now you dare to say such nonsense?!"
"You brainless trash, get out of here!"
"This is not a place for scum like you to act recklessly!"
"Call security! Get this lunatic out of here!!"
"You broke bastard, didn't anyone teach you that beggars should know their place?!"
"Do you even have the right to stand here?! Do you deserve to inherit this company?! You’re nothing!"
A wave of anger instantly swept through the entire conference room—
All the directors stood up, frantically pounding on the table, roaring, shouting, and hurling the dirtiest and most venomous words they had ever learned at Huang Haoran!
—But Huang Haoran simply stood there, quietly smiling.
His eyes showed no sign of panic; instead, they sparkled with a hint of excitement, as if he were enjoying a farce whose outcome he already knew.
"Heh... now that's more like it."
He gently licked his lips, savoring the scene—the chaos, the unwillingness, the anger about to be trampled upon.
Because this meant...
His victory was within reach.
The roars in the conference room rose and fell like a chorus of wild dogs, each board member howling in fury, trying to tear apart the "sinner" before them.
Yet amidst this turmoil, Huang Haoran stood straight, a faint smile playing on his lips, a glimmer of mockery in his eyes.
He lightly clapped his hands, as if encouraging a group of emotionally unstable clowns, then spoke slowly—his tone lazy yet imbued with an undeniable sense of pressure:
"I intentionally stole the company's funds."
"I meant for you all to discover it, you bunch of fools."
This statement detonated like a bomb in the conference room!
The wave of anger paused for a moment; some board members furrowed their brows, seemingly sensing something amiss, but remained engulfed in their fury, unable to absorb his words.
"How dare you say this was intentional?! What do you want?! This is a crime, do you understand?!"
"You’re finished! You’re dead meat!"
"Get ready for prison, you piece of trash!"
However, Huang Haoran merely shrugged indifferently and continued speaking, his voice steady and composed as if the howling crowd were merely supporting characters in a farce.
"The purpose was to gather all you old foxes together."
As he finished speaking, an eerie silence enveloped the entire conference room.
The directors exchanged glances, finally beginning to grasp the meaning behind those words.
"What do you mean?"
"Gather together? What does that mean?!"
But Huang Haoran paid no attention to their questions. He slowly raised his hand, gently adjusted his cuffs, and continued in a relaxed tone:
"I have established a brand new company, Foot Odor Energy."
"And your Foreign Company... will become my greatest ally in exporting energy."
He paused slightly, then revealed a smug smile, his gaze fixed directly on the chairman sitting at the center, whose face had turned ashen. His tone dripped with mockery and gratitude—
"So, Chairman, I really must thank you... for laying such a solid foundation for my future."
The conference room fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone's eyes widened, veins bulging on their foreheads. Their trembling lips tried to utter something, but their throats felt as if they were being choked, rendering them completely voiceless.
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