After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

"That's what I said, but..."

Chairman Li paused, his eyes flickering.

"Our company has invested a lot this time, but the returns are relatively small, which is hard for us to accept."

"Chairman Li, as you know, this project is very risky, with huge upfront investments, so that profitability can be guaranteed later."

Ye Feng patiently explained, but a surge of anger gradually rose within him.

He sensed a conspiracy; the air seemed thick with the smell of gunpowder, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Risk? Hmph, Ye Feng, don't forget, if it weren't for the support of us old guys, you wouldn't be where you are today."

Another shareholder, Mr. Wang, slammed down his teacup, his tone aggressive, causing tea to splash onto the smooth table, mirroring the tense situation at that moment.

"Mr. Wang, what do you mean by this?" Ye Feng suddenly stood up, placed his hands on the table, and stared at Mr. Wang with piercing eyes. He felt a churning in his stomach, as if a fire was burning inside him.

"What do you mean? My meaning is very clear: we are not satisfied with this profit distribution! You, Ye Feng, are all in charge. What do you take us for?" President Wang glared back at Ye Feng without backing down, his face flushed red and the veins on his neck bulging.

"I'm the only one in power? If it weren't for my intervention back then, you'd all be starving by now!" Ye Feng's voice rose eight octaves, instantly freezing the atmosphere in the office.

"Ye Feng, you..." Chairman Li tried to ease the tension, but was interrupted by President Wang.

“Chairman Li, don’t try to persuade him! Let’s get straight to the point today: either we redistribute the profits, or…” President Wang paused deliberately, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, “we’re withdrawing from the alliance!”

Ye Feng's heart sank, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. He knew this was not just a matter of profit distribution, but a challenge to his leadership position.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He looked around at his former comrades, who now had ferocious faces, like jackals and tigers, which chilled him to the bone.

"it is good,"

Ye Feng's voice was deep and powerful, like a pronouncement from hell.

"In that case, let's part ways!"

He turned abruptly and left the office without looking back, leaving behind a deathly silence.

In the dim light of the corridor, his shadow stretched long, making him appear lonely and forlorn.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh. A sharp pain shot through his palm, but it was nothing compared to the agony he felt inside.

He knew that a bigger storm was coming.

The crisis-ridden meeting ended, and Ye Feng walked out of the conference room. The cold air from the air conditioner in the corridor stung his cheeks, just like the feeling in his heart at that moment.

The crisp sound of high heels striking the marble floor was like a death knell to him, striking his nerves again and again.

He stopped, leaning against the cold wall, his stomach churning, feeling nauseous.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the discomfort. He knew this was not the time to be weak.

He took out his phone and dialed Chairman Li's number.

"Chairman Li, let's have dinner together tonight. There are some things I'd like to discuss with you privately."

Ye Feng's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with weariness.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. "Okay, see you at the usual place."

As evening fell and the city lights began to twinkle, the restaurant was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and soothing music, but it could not soothe Ye Feng's anxiety.

He arrived early, sat by the window, and gazed at the bustling streets outside, lost in thought.

Chairman Li pushed open the door and entered, a hint of weariness on his face. "Ye Feng, what brings you here?"

Ye Feng stood up and personally pulled out a chair for Chairman Li. "Chairman Li, regarding today's meeting..."

He paused, carefully choosing his words, "I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

Chairman Li sighed, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a small sip.

"Misunderstanding? Ye Feng, you're too young and don't understand the rules of the business world."

"Chairman Li, I understand what you mean, but I believe this plan is beneficial to everyone."

I can make some concessions to ensure everyone's interests are maximized.

Ye Feng spoke sincerely, his eyes resolute.

He presented a new proposal to Chairman Li, which clearly outlined the new profit distribution ratio and future development plans.

Chairman Li picked up the proposal, read it carefully, and frowned.

The restaurant lights reflected on his face, outlining his complex expression.

"Ye Feng, what's wrong with you...?"

"Chairman Li, this is the result of my careful consideration, and it is the biggest concession I can make."

As long as we unite as one, we can create even greater glories.

Ye Feng's voice was strong and confident.

Chairman Li put down the proposal, remained silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly.

"Ye Feng, I see your sincerity. However, I need time to consider it."

Ye Feng nodded. "I understand, Chairman Li. I'll wait for your news."

Over the next few days, Ye Feng tirelessly communicated with other alliance members. He humbled himself, patiently explained, reasoned with them, and appealed to their emotions. In the end, he won their understanding and support with his sincerity and strength.

A week later, the alliance held another meeting.

"I agree with Ye Feng's proposal." Chairman Li was the first to speak, his voice resounding and breaking the silence in the conference room.

The other members also expressed their agreement.

Ye Feng's tense nerves finally relaxed, and he felt a warm current surge into his heart.

He knew that the crisis was finally over.

After the meeting, Ye Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dazzling night view outside, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

The road ahead is long, but he is confident in leading the league to an even brighter future.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Qiao Yuan, the matter is resolved, we succeeded."

His voice carried a hint of ease and joy, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Qi Xue put down her pen and rubbed her sore eyes.

The studio was filled with a faint aroma of coffee, mixed with an indescribable sense of restlessness.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, night had fallen, and neon lights flickered, reflecting on her tired face.

She stared at the sheet music in front of her. Lines of notes danced in her eyes, but they were like a group of soulless symbols, unable to combine into a moving melody.

"Can't write anymore?" The agent's voice came from the doorway, tinged with worry.

Qi Xue didn't answer, only shook her head helplessly. She picked up the coffee on the table, only to find it was already cold, the bitter taste spreading in her mouth, just like her mood at that moment.

"Sister Xue, you haven't slept much for three days in a row. If this continues, your health will collapse."