Turns Out, I'm from a Real Aristocratic Family! C190 – Chapter 190: Taking Space

Chapter 190: Taking Space

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Fang Yuan meticulously documented these words, along with their preceding chat records, as irrefutable evidence. Upon reviewing the chat logs, she discerned that on the anniversary of Father Gu's death, she and Zhao Quan had just departed from the office when Zhao Quan entered to retrieve a draft. There were a total of 26 drafts, all promptly dispatched to Yin Shang. The timing and content of the drafts were impeccably aligned, leaving no room for doubt.

After a brief interval, Zhao Quan, humming a tune, switched a pot of tea. As he sipped, he sought out the CEO of Charm Cloth, Sun Mei, to discuss benefits.

“President Sun, I've provided you with the finest design drafts from our company. I've heard that you've already sold thousands of new products and are on the verge of surpassing 10,000. Shouldn't you adhere to the agreed commission…”

[Don't be hasty], Sun Mei promptly replied. [We settled on 30%. We won't forfeit a single cent! But we also agreed beforehand that when you resume the CEO position in the future, you must facilitate matters for Charm Cloth.]

“Of course!” Zhao Quan responded deliberately, “We're all on the same team. 1 understand my responsibilities.”

Fang Yuan replicated all the data from Zhao Quan's phone and summoned Wang Ning.

“Get President Zhao here.”

Wang Ning hastened to seek assistance.

In a short while, Zhao Quan confidently strode into the office. “President Fang, do you wish to inquire about resolving the current predicament?”

Without waiting for Fang Yuan to respond, he took a seat and grinned self-assuredly. “If 1 were you, I'd tender my resignation immediately and contact the headquarters…”

“President Zhao, still fixated on my position? You've proposed my resignation repeatedly… Why? Do you believe you can seamlessly assume this role if I step down?” Fang Yuan smirked, her presence unwavering.

“Helie.” Zhao Quan chuckled. “It's you who won't be able to retain it, isn't it? If you can't deliver tomorrow, 1'11 see how you explain yourself!”

“President Zhao, no need to fret about that,” Fang Yuan declared, tossing a stack of reports onto the desk before him. “These are reimbursement forms dating back to the establishment of the company. I've thoroughly reviewed them, and the expenses consistently exceed 100,000 yuan monthly, especially this month. There are a total of 13 reimbursement forms, amounting to 130,000 yuan. Which client did you entertain to warrant such extravagant spending?”

“Isn't it all documented? President Fang, are you unfamiliar with reading? Need me to break it down for you?” Zhao Quan reclined in his chair, appearing nonchalant. “This month, we hosted 13 clients, each averaging an expenditure of 10,000 yuan…”

Fang Yuan remained composed. “The first entry is from the 3rd of this month. You dined with Vice President Wang from Chengyi Group, engaging in golf and a sauna. The total cost was 11,000 yuan,” she stated calmly.

Zhao Quan assumed a defiant posture. “Any issue with that? I treated him to ensure long-term cooperation… A young lady like you might not grasp the ways of the business world.”

Fang Yuan countered, “Yet this month, Vice President Wang's wife went overseas for childbirth. He is currently out of the country.”

Zhao Quan's expression shifted at this revelation.

“This is the evidence I've gathered.” Fang Yuan swiveled the computer screen toward him, displaying a photo of Vice President Wang residing overseas.

“The second entry is on the 7th of this month. You visited President Zhou of Oak Company, treating him to a seafood feast, karaoke, and a foot bath, totaling over 9,000 yuan.”

Zhao Quan's demeanor became slightly uneasy. “What's the problem with that?”

“President Zhou was hospitalized on the 6th due to kidney stones and gout, receiving an IV drip. On the 7th, he was unable to join you for a seafood feast,” Fang Yuan stated matter-of-factly.

Zhao Quan's expression soured. “Do you have evidence?”

“Since I summoned you, rest assured, 1 have ample evidence.” Fang Yuan pressed on, “Moving on to the third entry, on the 9th of this month, you hosted the General Manager of Famous Clothing Company for a massage, tea, and hot springs, incurring a total expense of fifteen thousand yuan.”

Zhao Quan's expression grew even more grim. “And then…”

“He's been on an extended business trip. In the first half of this month, he wasn't in Jing City at all,” Fang Yuan revealed.

Zhao Quan, realizing the gravity of the situation, straightened up, shedding his previous impudence.

“This constitutes the evidence of your falsified expenses over the past year.” Fang Yuan clicked the mouse, revealing hundreds of documents on the computer screen. She smiled. “President Zhao, any final remarks?”

Zhao Quan attempted to grab the mouse, but Fang Yuan preempted him. “Do you believe there's no backup after deletion?”

“What do you want?” Zhao Quan ground his teeth, shooting her an intense glare.

“Fear not; I still have some matters to clarify.” Fang Yuan's eyes exuded confidence as she casually inquired, “Over the past year, President Zhao, did you arrange for the waste from the production line to be sent to the garbage dump and disposed of?”

Anticipating her question, Zhao Quan retorted, “Why? Why bother keeping the waste? Is it taking up space?”

Chapter end