Chapter 349： building will fall

Chapter 349 The building will collapse

A long while.

A deep voice sounded in the study.

"Yan Qin is indeed smart, but I believe Jin Le is not stupid. Now that the man has been dragged onto our boat, A Ping, you should hand over to Yan Qin what you originally entrusted to Zhang Deli."

The two Jin Ping and Jin An brothers looked at each other, and quickly understood what the old man meant, "Dad, what do you mean, let Yanqin be the moth of the Yan family, and make worm holes inside the Yan family, and put him in the The striker is going to deal with Yan Huai?"

Jin Lao narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Although he is already on the same boat as us, if he wants to gain more trust from us, he should show his sincerity. The matter in Huicheng was a success, but Yanqin didn't have any As, now that he’s back, let me see what he’s capable of.”

Jing Ping nodded, "I'll go and explain."

The old man’s trick is not innocuous. It is of course much more painful to be betrayed by his nephew and nephew of the same blood.

And regardless of whether Yanqin's affairs are handled well or not, he will be exposed in the end. At that time, Yanqin's people will betray their relatives, and they can only continue to hold on to their big boat tightly.

As for Yanhuai, now it is like a crumbling house, which suffered another painful blow, and it is not far from collapsing.

Kyoto is a city that never sleeps.

Especially during the Spring Festival, the night gets more lively.

The sound of firecrackers and fireworks is endless.

Crown South Clubhouse is full of guests.

Yanqin is in the glass booth on the second floor, holding a goblet, leaning against the window and looking down.

Black clothes and black trousers, elegant and coquettish posture, gold-rimmed glasses half-covered eyes, mysterious and cold temperament, I don't know how much attention has been attracted.

He just turned a blind eye.

Below, the dance floor is full of dark lights and dancing shadows.

This is why he likes to go to the Crown Club for recreation when he was in Huicheng.

Because Kyoto also has such a high-end club.

The name is the same, and the decoration layout is the same.

Perhaps when people see familiar things in a foreign land, they will always involuntarily feel intimacy.

The entertainment club appeared seven years ago, and within a short period of time it became the favorite place for celebrities in the city to patronize.

Some people say that the boss behind the crown can make money every day.

Interestingly, so far, no one knows who the boss of Crown is.

Jin Le came back after answering the phone, and all he saw was a man toasting to drink, his Adam's apple slipping.

He walked up with a smile, leaned against the glass window with the man, and gestured towards the booth, "Why are you standing here alone? Do you think you are not good enough? There are a lot of young ladies in the back with poor eyesight." It’s not stuck on you anymore, brother will take you there to get familiar with it?”

Yanqin looked back, and said lightly, "I'm not interested."

"Tsk, no wonder people in the circle say that you are the flower of Gaoling. After all these years, you haven't met anyone who is eye-catching?" Jin Le paused and sighed, "You must come out? Is it possible? Still stuck in it for the rest of my life.”

"It's just that you're just not interested." Yan Qin didn't want to talk about this topic, so he interrupted, "I just saw you running out to answer the phone, and the family urged you to go back?"

Jin Le punched him, dissatisfied, "Nonsense, I won't have access control at home when I grow up!...Don't say it, people will laugh at me!"

Then he said, "My dad called just now, forget it, I won't hide it from you, there may be something that you need to do personally."

Yanqin bit a cigarette in his mouth, and was about to lower his head to light a cigarette, when he heard this, he stopped and raised his eyes.

His eyes were pitch black and bottomless.

"I will do what I say, Yanqin. After it is done, I will give you everything you want. This is the sincerity of my Jin family. How about you?"

The lighter blew lightly, and the cigarette was lit.

Among the curling smoke, Yanqin said lightly, "What's the matter, let's talk."

…

Fifteen Lantern Festival.

The end of Lantern Festival means that the Spring Festival is over.

At the beginning of a new year, everything should have a new look.

As veteran employees of Yan's Consortium, countless people are praying in their hearts for the arrival of a new atmosphere, hoping that Yan's will be as stable as before.

It's just that the new weather hasn't arrived yet, but the law enforcement team of the industrial and commercial authority came first.

After entering the company, he went straight to the finance department, handcuffed several people, and removed several large boxes of financial documents.

The purpose is clear, clean and tidy, and there is no human emotion to speak of.

There was a lot of trouble in the battle.

That afternoon, the phone in Yan’s villa rang non-stop, and it was all notification calls from the company’s senior management.

After receiving the call, Yan Huai was about to rush to the company. Before he walked down the marble steps at the entrance of the villa, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

If it weren't for Uncle Xiang to support him in time, I can't imagine the consequences of falling down the steps.

This scene was just watched by a group of shareholders who came to Yan's villa again.

That night, news spread that Yan Huai, the head of the Yan family, was critically ill.

Later, there will be news from the industry and commerce department.

There is a problem with the financial accounts of the Yan Consortium, bad debts and fake accounts have been revealed, and Yan is suspected of tax evasion and money laundering.

Now, as long as there are enough witnesses and physical evidence to be sorted out, Yan's charges cannot be escaped.

In addition, a number of Yan’s project partners reported that they were suppressed and persecuted by Yan’s methods during the cooperation process, and the remuneration or profits they received were far lower than what they should have reasonably deserved.

Even Yan's internal shareholders, some people have jumped out to turn against the water, accusing Yan Huai of being self-willed, arbitrary, and ignoring the interests of shareholders during his tenure as chairman.

Calls for the removal of the chairman and the resignation of Yan’s parents are growing.

Yan was worried about foreign aggression for a while.

In those few days, the headlines in the newspapers were all related to the Yan family.

Just after the New Year's Eve, the atmosphere in Kyoto has become unpredictable.

The air pressure is low, and people are panicking.

Under many disadvantages and pressures, no one from Yan's family room has ever spoken out.

Even Mrs. Yan, Meng Jingxian, when commuting between the villa and the hospital, sometimes surrounded by reporters and media, just shook her head and waved her hands, saying that she was a woman and didn't know anything about the company.

Less than a week after Yan's accident, the follow-up impact came out.

The stock price of Yan's consortium plummeted, and the reputation of the Yan family and the company in the circle was also affected, falling off a cliff to the bottom.

In order to avoid being implicated, various large and small partners have suspended their cooperation with Yan's to stop losses in time.

Notices of compensation for breach of contract came like snowflakes.

Yan family was in a mess.

The building will fall.

Kyoto private hospital, senior ward.

Escorted by bodyguards, Meng Jingxian managed to escape from the reporters' siege and interception. After entering the ward, she immediately closed and locked the door tightly.

Then he took out the thermos bucket that he had been covering from his loose coat, put it on the low cabinet next to the hospital bed, and brought out all the meals, "How is today, is there any discomfort?"

"Same as usual." Yan Huai opened his eyes, sat up with support, looked up and saw the woman's red and swollen eyes, paused, and looked at Uncle Xiang who was standing quietly in the corner.

Uncle Xiang immediately said, "People from the Meng family came today, urging Madam to sell Yan's shares. Madam asked the bodyguards to throw them out, saying that they would cut off contact with the Meng family in the future."