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“Mr. Gu Yinshen,” Zhou Zhenbang said, his voice ringing out like thunder, “As the chairman and CEO of the group, you have employed your personal assistant Lin Feng for five years, entrusting him with important responsibilities and giving him access to the group’s most core secrets! Yet you failed to detect his identity as a corporate spy!”

"What an oversight! What a terrible misjudgment of personnel!"

He brandished the documents in his hand, his gaze intense, his speech rapid, each word sharp as a blade:

"Lin Feng has been systematically and persistently stealing top trade secrets right under your nose! And you were completely unaware! It wasn't until our core resources were hollowed out! It wasn't until our competitors had a knife to our throats that you finally realized what was happening!"

"Isn't this the most serious mismanagement and the most blatant dereliction of duty?!"

Finally, he stood opposite Gu Yinshen, slamming the documents in his hand onto the table. He stood like a judge forged from anger and conviction, his voice booming like thunder:

"The Gu family's century-old foundation, the livelihoods of tens of thousands of employees, and the hard-earned investments of all shareholders cannot be ruined by the negligence and incompetence of one person!!"

He took a deep breath, his face more resolute and cold than ever before, and spoke each word as if delivering a verdict:

"I, Zhou Zhenbang, as a veteran who has served the Gu family for thirty years, solemnly propose that Mr. Gu Yinshen immediately resign from all his positions as Chairman and CEO of the Gu Group!"

"Whether they neglected their duties or even conspired in this leak will be thoroughly investigated by the special investigation team and judicial authorities!"

He raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping around, his voice no longer impassioned, but eerily calm:

"Now, I ask all directors to vote on the future of the Gu family."

The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

As Zhou Zhenbang finished speaking, it struck the hearts of every director and shareholder representative like a heavy hammer blow.

After a brief pause, Gu Hongtao was the first to slowly raise his hand, his expression solemn, but his eyes held a cold glint and a hint of triumph.

Gu Chengji followed closely behind, his face still showing a "regretful" expression, but he couldn't hide the almost ecstatic curve at the corner of his mouth.

Chairman Zhang and Chairman Li exchanged a glance, their faces filled with hesitation and fear, before finally raising their hands tremblingly.

Then, more and more hands rose into the air, some decisively raised, others hesitant, but ultimately they could not resist the surging tide of public sentiment.

Wang Dong and the others, who had initially shown struggle and hesitation, closed their eyes, lowered their heads in pain, and finally slowly raised their hands in the face of the votes in favor.

The response was almost unanimously in favor.

Gu Yinshen remained seated, his face as pale as paper.

His eyes showed no surprise or resentment; he simply watched the raised hands as if they were tombstones, burying him with their own hands.

No one made a sound, only the low hum of the air conditioner and the heavy, suffocating sound of breathing.

Finally, Zhou Zhenbang looked away and lowered his head to check the vote count.

Then, he looked up, and his aged yet still resonant voice slowly rang out:

"The proposal was passed."

The storm at the boardroom continues, while on the other side of the power structure, a meticulously planned media hunt is quietly unfolding.

Evening, at the editorial office of "Pioneer Finance" in the heart of the city.

Smoke swirled in the air, the dim office lights and computer screens creating a chaotic and anxious interplay of light and shadow. The sounds of keyboard clicks, printer noise, and coffee churned together into a vexing nocturne.

In the editor-in-chief's office, Qian Jin leaned back in his executive chair, his collar slightly open, a cigar dangling askew from his lips, ash falling onto the edge of the keyboard without his noticing. His eyes were narrowed, his gaze fixed on a news draft title that had popped up on the computer screen.

Exclusive Breaking News: Gu Yinshen Resigns to Take Responsibility? Gu Group's Board of Directors Faces "Power Vacuum"!

He snorted coldly and waved his hand, "Xiao Wu! Come in!"

The young reporter, Xiao Wu, strode in, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness: "Mr. Qian?"

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him."

Qian Jin, cigar in mouth, spoke in a lazy yet undisguisedly ruthless tone, "The board's decision is coming out soon, and our in-depth report needs to be ready!"

He pointed at the screen, his eyes gleaming with greed and calculation: "Let's set the theme as 'Management Corruption Behind the Collapse of the Gu Family'."

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood. He quickly turned on his computer and put his fingers on the keyboard: "Got it! Mr. Qian, how should we place the bets?"

"The usual." Qian Jin exhaled a smoke ring, his tone sinister, "Three parts truth, seven parts falsehood, leading you in the dirtiest direction."

"The real evidence lies in Lin Feng. Gu Yinshen's nepotism and lax supervision led to the leak of key information; there's no doubt about it."

He paused, slowly leaned back, and his gaze darkened into the shadows: "False claim number one: transfer of benefits. Make up an 'insider' leak' saying that Gu Yinshen let his brother-in-law's shell company win the bid in the 'Star Sea Project' tender and received tens of millions in kickbacks. The details are vague, but it's 'reasonable'."

"Second false claim: extravagance and decadence." He chuckled, flicking off his cigarette ash. "Write that he embezzled company funds and bought three villas in Singapore for his rendezvous with a 'mystery woman.' Keep it vague, don't specify who she is, but include photos—pictures of the mansions and blurry CCTV footage. Understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Xiao Wu quickly memorized it, his eyes burning with enthusiasm.

“Fake news number three: related-party transactions.” Qian Jin’s voice lowered a few decibels, but his tone became increasingly sinister. “It implies that there are mysterious fund flows between an offshore fund account he controls and several loss-making projects of the company. The method is like hollowing out a listed company. We can’t say it’s a sure thing, but it has to be ‘seemingly true’.”

The headline reads: "Exclusive In-Depth Analysis! Gu Yinshen's Management Black Hole: Nepotism, Bribery, Extravagance and Corruption—The Truth Behind the Sinking of the Gu Family Empire!"

"Introduction: 'The core leak is just the tip of the iceberg; a deeper investigation reveals the shocking 'management corruption' of the former head of the Gu family...'"

"Great!" Qian Jin waved his hand, his tone cheerful. "Publish! Immediately contact all partner media outlets and influential self-media figures to push it out simultaneously."

He squinted and took a puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around his face: "Stir up the waters, turn the word 'corruption' into the nails that nail him to the coffin."

A few hours later, inside the Gu's Building, in the office area's tea room.

The cold light from the phone screens reflected on the frightened faces, and an increasingly palpable sense of unease filled the air.

An employee stood in a corner, his phone constantly refreshing the trending news feeds from "Pioneer Finance," his face gradually turning pale.

"My God... kickbacks? Embezzlement? Overseas mansions... President Gu... Gu Yinshen, he..."

His voice trembled, as if he couldn't accept reality.