Chapter 7 — I Sell 58% of Shares, Sending My Ex-Husband Out of My Life

I stopped for a moment.

“I told the investigator.”

“The five identification numbers are fake.”

“The remaining three people didn't even know their names were included in this contract.”

The entire conference room was silent for five whole seconds. Tan Mac Thanh's face was extremely unsightly at this moment, but he still tried to resist.

“Thanh Van, these contracts all go through the normal approval process.”

“Approved by myself.”

I looked straight at him.

“You are both the approver and the hidden shareholder of this company.”

“What is that called?”

“Link Transactions.”

“Unpublicized affiliate transactions.”

I pressed the remote again. The screen immediately switched to Uyen Thanh Culture's business registration information. In the shareholder column... Tan Mac Thanh's name appears clearly. Holds 40% shares. The atmosphere in the meeting room completely changed. Truong Vi Dan put down the documents, his eyes looking at Tan Mac Thanh were no longer as gentle as before. Luu My Hoa bowed her head and took notes. Tran Chi Cuong frowned so much that he almost twisted. Tong An Ky turned directly to the legal opinion prepared by lawyer Trieu. Tan Mac Thanh's forehead began to sweat.

“This is a misunderstanding.”

He spoke, his voice much lower than before.

"Uyen Thanh Culture is my friend's company, I'm just helping out a little."

“The services in the contract have indeed been performed, it's just that the documents are a bit lacking…”

“Thieu sot?”

Tran Chi Cuong raised his head.

“President Qin, the 26,000,000 yuan you told me was a mistake?”

“Old Tran, please listen to my explanation…”

“I'm not done yet.”

I directly interrupted him. All eyes turned towards me.

“The legal representative of Uyen Thanh Culture is named Lam Uyen.”

The moment I said that name, Tan Mac Thanh's pupils shrank violently.

“Lin Uyen.”

“Currently the administrative assistant of general director Due Hang.”

I stopped for a beat.

“General Qin's lover.”

The atmosphere in the meeting room felt like a bomb had been thrown into it. The cup of tea in Truong Vi Dan's hand stopped in mid-air. Luu My Hoa's pen fell on the table. Tan Mac Thanh suddenly stood up, the seat behind him was pushed and slid nearly half a meter.

“Luc Thanh Van!”

“Don't you dare slander!”

“Slander?”

I pulled out the investigation report Phuong Vien gave me from my document bag, flipped to the page recording the hotel room opening history, and placed it directly under the projector. On the screen... are filled with lines of check-in history. For four years. Same hotel. Same room type. Registrant: Tan Mac Thanh. Companion: At least twice a month. Regardless of rain or wind. The entire meeting room was eerily quiet. Tan Mac Thanh's face changed from red to white, then from white to blue. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

“Based on all the facts just mentioned.”

I took the documents back, my voice was still as calm as before.

“As a controlling shareholder holding 58% of the shares of Due Hang Technology…”

“I officially propose to dismiss the general director position of Tan Mac Thanh, effective immediately.”

“At the same time, establish a specialized audit team to comprehensively investigate all transactions associated with Uyen Thanh Culture.”

Lawyer Trieu immediately distributed the draft board resolution to each person.

“Please consider and vote.”

Tan Mac Thanh finally recovered.

“You can't do it So!"

“I am one of the founders of the company!”

“I hold 42% of the shares!”

“General Qin.”

Tong An Ky spoke up, his voice calm and cold.

“According to article seventeen of the company charter, controlling shareholders have the right to propose dismissal of management.”

“The board only needs a simple majority to pass.”

“What you hold is shares.”

“It's not a gold card that prevents death.”

Tan Mac Thanh's lips trembled. He turned to look at Truong Vi Dan.

“Uncle Truong, you can't see her treat me like that.”

“You and I have known each other for more than ten years.”

Truong Vi Dan was silent for a long time then sighed.

“Mac Thanh.”

“26,000,000 yuan is not a small number.”

“If this story is exposed by the media, how much will Due Hang shares fall?”

“I cannot make fun of the interests of all shareholders.”

“Uncle Truong!”

“I agree to the dismissal.”

Truong Vi Dan said.

“I also agree.”

Tran Chi Cuong said. Liu Meihua said. Tong An Ky said. Four votes in favor. No objections. Resolution passed. Tan Mac Thanh's hands rested on the table, his knuckles were white. He looked at me with eyes that I had never seen on his face before. Not outrage. It's fear.

“Luc Thanh Van…”

“You will regret it.”

I picked up the documents on the table, adjusted them neatly and put them in my bag.

“Tan Mac Thanh.”

“From now on, I am no longer the general manager of Due Hang.”

“Your office must be cleaned before work today.”

“Computer, access card, company credit card…”

“Everything is handed over to the administrative department.”

“There's one more thing.”