"Tang Yan is truly unlucky to have such a sister," one shareholder muttered.
"So young, yet so scheming. Truly, villains know no age," another added.
...
Hearing the shareholders berate Tang Xiaomin gave Tang Yan some courage.
"Everyone," Tang Yan said, "this is a matter between my sister and me. Please don't be too harsh on her. After all, she's still young and doesn't know any better."
Tang Yan's noble words, while earning him favor, only intensified the shareholders' criticism of Tang Xiaomin.
"Tang Yan, she treated you so poorly, yet you still speak up for her."
"Yes, if she doesn't know better, she needs to be taught. Our words are for her own good. Otherwise, her actions constitute a crime, and she could face criminal charges."
...
The conference room was in chaos.
Bang!
Tang Xiaomin slammed her hand on the table. The sudden noise startled everyone, and they immediately fell silent, looking at Tang Xiaomin.
What was the point of all their verbal attacks and accusations?
Tang Xiaomin, who was powerful in herself, regarded them as nothing more than buzzing flies. She wasn't angry, but she was certainly annoyed.
"What's all the fuss about!"
Tang Xiaomin snarled impatiently, fixing them with a fierce glare.
For a moment, no one dared to speak.
Tang Xiaomin looked at Tang Yan beside her and, without a word, slapped him across the face.
Slap!
Everyone watched the scene unfold. Instinctively, they touched their own faces. Even just watching, their own cheeks ached.
What kind of sister was this, hitting her own brother? She was too violent.
Ignoring Tang Yan, who was holding his face, Tang Xiaomin cleared her throat and spoke loudly.
"Listen up, everyone. Meihuan is my design, Tang Xiaomin's design. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it would still be my design."
"Tang Yan stole my design and sold it to President Pan. President Pan then founded Meihuan Company. That's the whole story, and I'm only explaining it once."
"What I'm telling you now is that only I can resolve Meihuan's safety issues. I could just as easily walk away. With Meihuan's current market reputation, under fierce industry competition, it will go bankrupt within a year."
"I advise you all, the leaders in the industry are not always the originators."
"If you still want to make money from Meihuan, fire Tang Yan. Otherwise, watch your money vanish into thin air."
Tang Xiaomin delivered her ultimatum and swaggered out.
After all, she held the technology. They would be the ones to come begging her.
Originally, it had been agreed that the resolution would be handled entirely by Meihuan Company.
But now, with Tang Yan's meddling, Tang Xiaomin refused to cooperate. Upon returning to her hotel, she even sent back the share transfer agreement from President Pan.
Her message was clear: she was out.
Then, she booked a flight back in two days.
Meanwhile, at Meihuan Company.
After Tang Xiaomin left, the safety issue at Meihuan remained unresolved.
Meihuan cars continued to be involved in accidents, their reputation plummeted, and their stock kept falling.
The shareholders, at their wits' end, pressured Pan Peter.
Pan Peter, upon learning the details, was quite troubled.
He personally called Tang Xiaomin: "Miss Tang, I heard you booked a flight back in two days. Who has upset you?"
Receiving President Pan's call, Tang Xiaomin expected him to feign ignorance.
"President Pan, you are an intelligent man. I believe you know very well the true origin of Meihuan."
"I have only one objective now: for your company to fire Tang Yan. Meihuan's future, with a thief, I believe you know what to do."
"Hehehe... This is a simple matter, and it's my fault for not handling it properly beforehand. How about this, I'll treat you to a meal as an apology."
President Pan gave an address and even arranged for someone to pick Tang Xiaomin up.
For safety, Tang Xiaomin brought Zhong Li along.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a luxurious modern villa.
Pan Jie came out enthusiastically to greet Tang Xiaomin and led her on a tour of her magnificent villa.
Luxury cars, antiques, and world-famous paintings were everywhere.
The Ye family's mansion in Modu was luxurious, but in terms of extravagance, President Pan's home surpassed it.
"Your home is so beautiful," Tang Xiaomin praised.
Pan Jie's face lit up with a hint of pride.
"Everyone who visits my home says that. I also have something amazing I want to show you. I guarantee it will broaden your horizons."
Tang Xiaomin found herself liking this showy young lady, perhaps because she herself was rather reclusive, preferring others to be warm to her rather than initiating warmth herself.
Pan Jie pressed a button, and a huge door slid open.
What unfolded before them was, in addition to being shocking to Tang Xiaomin, also deeply perplexing.
In the opulent warehouse, several dazzlingly designed robots were displayed.
Any young boy seeing them would likely have his eyes pop out.
"How is it? Isn't it cool?" Pan Jie said proudly.
Tang Xiaomin's expression shifted slightly.
"It's just a model. I've seen them in large shopping malls."
Seeing Tang Xiaomin's ignorance, Pan Jie chuckled.
"This is not a model. This is the culmination of my brother's company's highest-level secret weapon technology, the Machine God of War! This thing can take on ten thousand enemies, easily evade missiles, and destroy aircraft."
Such terrifying power sent a chill down Tang Xiaomin's spine.
She wasn't afraid for herself; at worst, she could return to the underworld with Yan Jue for a carefree life.
"If this thing is truly that powerful, it must require a lot of energy to operate. How is that achieved?"
Pan Jie pointed to a circular device on the robot's chest.
"See that? Inside, there's a miniature nuclear reactor providing the power. Impressive, isn't it!"
Tang Xiaomin was greatly astonished. A nuclear reaction miniaturized to such an extent implied incredibly advanced technology.
What made her even more curious was what President Pan intended to do with such a dangerous Machine God of War.
Just then, a voice echoed.
Pan Jie agilely pulled Tang Xiaomin away from the secret warehouse. The moment the door closed, President Pan appeared before them.
His expression looked somewhat flustered.
Pan Jie quickly said, "Brother, I was just showing her around our home. We were just looking around."
President Pan asked calmly, "What have you seen?"
Pan Jie replied, "We saw the garage, the antiques, the wine cellar, and our collection of world-famous paintings. That's all."
Pan Jie seemed to be deliberately concealing the matter of the Machine God of War.
President Pan eyed both of them with suspicion. Tang Xiaomin could faintly sense that President Pan was currently harboring some ill intentions.