If You Could Hear My Heart

Chapter 71: Chapter 071 The Demeanor of a King

Translator: 549690339

When Shen Chi took a taxi to the group, his secretary Xiao MO was simply taken aback.

The rain was still pouring nonstop, and Xiao MO hurriedly opened an umbrella to meet Shen Chi.

Seeing that Shen Chi’s face looked rather grim, and his eyes were full of red veins, Xiao MO couldn’t help but feel a bit worried. However, walking alongside Shen Chi, he could still feel the powerful aura emanating from him; every move he made was with the poise of a sovereign.

Shen Chi’s steps were firm as he headed straight for the executive elevator to the group’s floors.

“Report the situation,” Shen Chi said to Xiao MO as they walked, his tone very cold.

“Yes,” Xiao MO opened the folder and followed Shen Chi into the elevator, “The president of Wanton Technology of A City is not budging, claiming our group has unilaterally breached the contract. They gave us two options: either Wanton signs with another company or our group pays a hefty fine for the breach.”

Shen Chi sneered, “Is he threatening? It seems he has forgotten who the real controller is!”

“I have already given them an ultimatum, and I gave them two choices too:

either delay the signing or send the contract to C City!” Xiao MO said.

“Hmm,” Shen Chi responded indifferently, “When dealing with these petty figures, just remember to always be tougher than them.”

“However… President Shen, I heard that Vice President Shen is almost at A

City.”

“Didn’t I say that the contract must be signed by me, Shen Chi?”

The elevator ‘dinged,’ and upon reaching the sixty-eighth floor, Shen Chi strode towards the president’s office with his long legs.

Xiao MO followed closely, watching this cheetah-like man, knowing that whatever Shen Chi wanted to do, he would certainly achieve.

“President Shen, do we need to book a ticket to A City? I’m worried that the people from Wanton might renege.”

“Have all the spies been placed?” Shen Chi glanced at him with a sharp look in his eyes.

He reached to open a pile of documents on the table, glanced at them, and then casually opened his email inbox. Among the numerous emails, there was one from his father, Shen Cexian!

“All arranged, just to be safe rather than sorry,” Xiao MO said, “Once the contract is signed, there’s no turning back. The acquisition of Wanton is a big deal for you.”

A cold smile played at the corner of Shen Chi’s mouth as he opened the safe, withdrawing a thick stack of documents.

He leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, face composed and unruffled by anxiety.

“Xiao MO, dial President Yang of Wanton’s number.”

Shen Chi casually flipped through the papers while lifting the coffee from the desk.

“Yes.”

Xiao MO took out his phone, dialed a number, and handed the phone to Shen Chi.

Soon, someone on the other end picked up.

“President Yang, have you had breakfast yet?” Shen Chi asked, his lips lifting into a corner, though such a simple phrase was laced with chilling coldness and severity.

Xiao MO glanced at Shen Chi with the corner of his eye, noting how the man appeared composed, but his tone sent shivers down one’s spine.

“It’s President Shen! Have you arrived at A City?” came a middle-aged man’s voice from the other end.

“Does it matter whether I’m there or not?”

“President Shen, don’t joke with us small-timers. The media are all here, once the contract is signed, Wanton will belong to Shen’s. At this point, jokes like that shouldn’t be made. Right?”

Shen Chi did not reply; he just continued to peruse the stack of documents in his hands.

“President Shen? President Shen? If you’re too busy with other matters, having

Vice President Shen sign would do just as well.”

Still, Shen Chi remained silent, his slender fingers gliding over the documents.

Yang, clearly feeling guilty, stuttered, “President Shen, Vice President Shen has arrived. Would you like to talk to him for a moment?”

“President Yang,” Shen Chi finally spoke up, “on January twenty-third, you sold one of Wanton’s core technologies to Lianmei Technology; on January twenty-ninth, you accepted a bribe of seven million RMB; on February fifth, due to sloppy accounting, you caused Wanton to lose nearly a hundred million; on February thirteenth…”

“President Shen!” President Yang was sweating profusely, stumbling over his words, “You… stop reading, I…”

Shen Chi glanced at the thick stack of materials, sneering. Could anyone with such character really manage a company?

“President Yang, you don’t want me to continue, do you? I’m concerned you might not have a good memory.”

“President Shen… please show mercy, don’t let this information get out…”

“President Yang is a smart man; surely you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in prison.”

“Yes, yes, President Shen, whatever you say. But… but Wanton is so big, you know it’s not just up to me…” President Yang meekly complied.

“The police will be coming over in a bit, let me see which page to hand over first,” Shen Chi said, furrowing his brow in mock seriousness as he shuffled the documents.

“President Shen! Please have mercy, what do you want me to do?”

“The best course of action, of course, is to get the contract signed today, with so many media present. Right?”

Shen Chi’s voice was not loud, yet every word was chillingly captivating. He sipped his coffee, his eyes deep and profound.

“But… you haven’t come to A City, have you?” President Yang was very distressed, his back already drenched with cold sweat.

“Hasn’t Shen Shihan gone there?”

“But… didn’t you say it has to be you who signs?” President Yang wiped his sweat.

“Don’t you know how to put on a show? Can’t you make a fake contract? Do I need to teach you?”

At last, President Yang seemed to understand Shen Chi’s intention. He was to forge a fake contract for Shen Shihan to sign, to perform a charade in front of everyone and then deliver the real contract to Shen Chi.

But why… why would Shen Chi want to do this?

“President Shen, may I ask a question that I shouldn’t? Vice President Shen and you are both working hard for Shen Group, and whether Vice President Shen signs or you sign… isn’t it the same?”

President Yang still asked, unable to comprehend why, when both Shen Chi and Shen Shihan shared the surname Shen and were brothers…

Without another word, Shen Chi pressed the end call button. Was it ever his place for others to question his actions?

Yang on the other end of the phone was left hanging, furious yet not daring to express it.

Shen Chi handed the phone back to Xiao MO, and at the same time, he threw the large stack of documents back into the safe.

“President Shen, did it go smoothly?”

“What do you think?” Shen Chi glanced at him, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

Xiao MO gave him an admiring look, for he knew well that whenever President Shen took action, there was no question of failure.

“Then, President Shen, congratulations,” Xiao MO said with a smile.

“Call Li Beiting, have him come here,” Shen Chi said, lifting his coffee.

“I’m afraid… I can’t summon President Li,” Xiao MO lowered his head.

“Did you invite him?” Shen Chi shot a fierce look at Xiao MO, filled with coldness and ice.

“Yes, President Shen, I’ll go invite him,” Xiao MO quickly responded.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Li Beiting arrived, while Shen Chi, with his eyes closed, was leaning back in his chair.

As soon as Li Beiting walked in, he smelled the strong scent of coffee and the aroma of lavender essential oil filling the room. Shen Chi sure knew how to enjoy life.

But he had just had an argument with Shen Chi early in the morning; he was giving Shen Chi face by coming over!