Chapter 341: You Make Sense

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: You Make Sense

After asking a few pedestrians in the center of Yuping Town, Yang Chen drove to the entrance of Yuping Grand Hotel.

Although it was called a grand hotel, it was actually just a three-story corner restaurant with two large red lanterns hanging at the entrance. The crimson carpet was already filthy. Because it faced the farmer's market across the street, the air was filled with a strong fishy smell.

Lin Ruoxi felt nauseous as soon as she got out of the car. She frowned but didn't say anything, walking into the restaurant with Yang Chen.

Inside the hotel lobby, Wu Liangzhu, dressed in a gray suit, was already waiting at the staircase. Upon seeing Lin Ruoxi, he, like most people, paused for a moment before revealing a pleasing smile.

"President Lin, welcome. Unfortunately, our place is too small and we don't have any impressive restaurants around, so we can only invite President Lin to dine at this small place. Please, have a seat."

Wu Liangzhu didn't pay much attention to Yang Chen, who was following Lin Ruoxi, assuming he was her assistant. He smiled amiably at Yang Chen.

With scenes from outside the factory gate still fresh in her mind, Lin Ruoxi was in a bad mood and didn't find Wu Liangzhu appealing. She remained silent throughout the walk, following Wu Liangzhu to the largest private room on the second floor where four formally dressed men were already seated.

Wu Liangzhu introduced them one by one: Vice Factory Director Qian Hao, Union Chairman Wang Ze, Chief Accountant Meng Fan, and a young man named Xiao Liu who was Wu Liangzhu's assistant.

These men had rugged appearances, typical of locals. Lin Ruoxi wasn't particularly surprised and greeted them briefly. When introducing Yang Chen, she simply stated that he was her assistant and driver.

With a large table and only six people, there was plenty of space. Lin Ruoxi sat at the main seat, with Yang Chen and Wu Liangzhu beside her.

"Meng Accountant, have you sent over the accounts I asked for?" Lin Ruoxi sat down and immediately questioned Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was momentarily confused, seeming not to understand what was going on. "You mean the accounts for this year? Didn't I call you earlier? Are you saying you forgot?" Wu Liangzhu frowned at Meng Fan disapprovingly.

Slapping his forehead, Meng Fan apologized, "I'm sorry, President Lin. I was so excited about your visit that I rushed over immediately. Don't worry, I'll send them right after dinner!"

Lin Ruoxi frowned again but didn't press further.

Liu, with a slightly darker complexion and a northern accent, replied, "Yeah, these bastards owe us just over twenty thousand. They're causing such a fuss; they want to celebrate the New Year, and we should too."

Yang Chen suppressed a smile and nodded, "You have a point."

Liu grinned and suddenly remembered something, asking, "Assistant Yang, how are you feeling now?"

"What do you mean?" Yang Chen smiled back.

"Are you feeling unwell at all?" Liu chuckled.

Yang Chen rubbed his temples, "I'm starting to feel a bit dizzy from this strong liquor. I might need a nap."

"If you're dizzy, just take a rest, Assistant Yang. No worries," Liu grinned, looking quite pleased with himself.

Meanwhile, Lin Ruoxi, listening to Wu Liangzhu's lengthy complaints, remained as cold as ice, her gaze freezing anyone who met it.

"Wu Liangzhu, it seems I don't even need to look at the accounts. Do you take me for a fool, or do you really think you're clever? Everything you've said are normal operating expenses for the factory. If final payments aren't collected, do you think they won't fear legal action and just continue to withhold? The factory's development was planned and budgeted excessively at the beginning of the year. Are you trying to tell me that all the funds I allocated to you have been spent on buying milk powder for the children of our female employees?" Lin Ruoxi sneered coldly.

Wu Liangzhu's face stiffened. Under Lin Ruoxi's mocking gaze, his words sounded feeble and pallid.

At this moment, Wu Liangzhu's expression suddenly brightened. He pointed towards Yang Chen beside Lin Ruoxi, "General Lin, look, Assistant Yang seems to be feeling unwell."

Lin Ruoxi paused and turned to look. To her surprise, Yang Chen was sprawled across the table, sound asleep and completely unresponsive.

"Yang Chen, what's wrong with you?" Lin Ruoxi reached out and nudged Yang Chen's arm, but there was no response from him. It was as if he had fallen into a state of unconsciousness rather than merely sleeping.

Instinctively, Lin Ruoxi felt something was very wrong. She turned back to Wu Liangzhu, only to see his expression had changed to a sly smirk, as if he was observing a prized possession, shamelessly sizing her up from head to toe.