At 3:15 p.m., in the top-floor conference room of the Global Financial Center, at the heart of Donghai City's CBD.
The atmosphere around the heavy redwood conference table was so oppressive that the air seemed ready to freeze.
“Bang!”
Song Yan slammed a file as thick as a brick onto the table. Its cover read “Xinghai New Energy Merger and Restructuring Proposal.” The dull crash echoed through the cavernous conference room, making several executives nearby twitch.
Song Yan braced both hands on the table, the veins on their backs bulging. After staying up for three nights straight, his eyes were webbed with alarming red veins, like a wolf backed into a corner. He stared fixedly at the man seated at the head of the table: his roommate for all four years of college, and the cofounder of Tianshu Capital, Lin Feng.
“Lin Feng, don't you owe me an explanation?” Song Yan's voice was painfully hoarse, like sandpaper grinding against glass. “I led the team on the Xinghai New Energy deal for two whole years! Two years! To win over those stubborn shareholder holdouts, I drank until I bled from the stomach and ended up in emergency care three times! To do the due diligence, I spent half a month eating cold steamed buns in that rundown factory in the northwest! Now we're about to sign, and you tell me your name is listed as the lead. Why? And why did all 300 million in commission after the merger go into the accounts of Ruize Venture Capital? If I remember right, that's a shell company under your wife's name!”
Faced with Song Yan's rapid-fire questions, brimming with fury, Lin Feng didn't even raise his eyes.
