Sima Yucheng gritted his teeth and said, "But you promised to invest in me before!"
"That was before!" Mark said mercilessly, even gloating. "You have time to call me now, you might as well think about how to save your company. As far as I know, your father has always disapproved of you managing the company."
Sima Yucheng almost spat blood with anger. "You won't regret this!"
"Don't worry, I'll regret it if I cooperate with you."
Sima Yucheng hung up the phone directly.
He was so angry that his head felt dizzy in his office when he saw his assistant rushing in, followed by a man in a suit with a serious expression.
The man was holding a document.
"Who is this?" Sima Yucheng asked.
The assistant hesitated to speak.
The man stepped forward and said sternly, "President Cheng, I am here on behalf of Mr. Fu Tingyi to fulfill the terms of the gambling agreement. According to the agreement, you must pay us one hundred million funds promised in the agreement within half a month. However, the time has come, and the funds have not arrived."
Sima Yucheng's head buzzed. He tried to calm himself down. "Please go back and tell Mr. Fu that he can give me a few more days. I guarantee I will do my best to fulfill the terms of the agreement."
The man smiled. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fu said that this matter is entirely up to me to handle. To do my job perfectly, I will not relay your request. You must transfer the funds to Mr. Fu before the deadline, which is 12 o'clock tonight, otherwise..."
He placed the agreement on the coffee table and flipped to the back, where the penalties for violating the agreement were clearly written.
Not only would he be in debt by one hundred million, but all his properties and companies would be transferred to Fu Tingyi.
Sima Yucheng staggered. He recognized every word before him, but at this moment, looking at the words as if they were jumping before his eyes, he suddenly looked up at the man, his eyes bloodshot. "Is this your intention, or Fu Tingyi's intention?"
The man smiled without answering.
Sima Yucheng understood. He should have known that Fu Tingyi was not so kind-hearted, and would never truly help him.
The man smiled. "Young President Cheng, you'd better hurry. Although the deadline is 12 midnight tonight, you know my working hours end at six in the evening."
And it was already three in the afternoon.
There were three hours left.
The man said lightly, "I don't have much time to wait for you to make up your mind."
Sima Yucheng stood up, his face filled with desperation and madness, as if he had been pushed to a corner. "You are trying to kill me! All the company's funds were invested in this project. Where can I get so much money?"
"That's your business. See how you want to solve it."
"Don't push me too far!"
Sima Yucheng glared at him fiercely, as if he was about to attack.
The man calmly said, "This is a society governed by law. If you make a move, I will have to call the police. Then you will not only have to compensate Mr. Fu according to the agreement, but also compensate me for emotional distress and medical expenses, and maybe even go to the police station. Do you really want to make a move?"
Sima Yucheng deflated like a pricked balloon, and his spirit immediately sagged.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and a group of tall men in black suits walked in. The leader was even taller than them. It was Fu Jingshu.
And a little behind him was a man with glasses, who looked very refined.
But the moment Sima Yucheng saw him, the color drained from his face.
This was his father's assistant, named Chen You. Although he looked refined and gentlemanly, he was actually deeply corrupt.
His father, Sima Feng, trusted Chen You immensely and had him handle all matters.
Chen You was skilled and meticulous. He had never failed in any task he undertook, nor had he ever disappointed Sima Feng.
The appearance of Fu Jingshu and Chen You together gave him a bad premonition.
"Why are you two here together?"
"Young President Cheng, Feng Zong knows about what happened here." Chen You stepped forward, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and a serious light flashed in his eyes. "Feng Zong knows that you cannot handle it yourself, so he sent me to help you."
Sima Yucheng said angrily, "What do you mean? Assistant, assistant! Get them all out! I don't need their help. I can handle this myself!"
Just as the assistant stepped forward, Chen You showed a harmless smile.
"Young President Cheng, the company's situation is not optimistic. I advise you not to be stubborn. Also... this company is not yours alone, is it?"
Sima Yucheng gritted his teeth, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth.
Chen You was pleased with his understanding. He looked at the man who had been observing, and casually glanced at the gambling agreement on the table.
He handed the man a share certificate.
The man took it suspiciously. After reading the contents, his expression changed drastically.
Chen You said slowly, "The so-called gambling agreement must be signed by the company owned by Young President Cheng. He does have a company, but its business has not been good recently. As for this company..."
Seeing that the man was hesitant, he kindly opened the document so that everyone could see.
It showed that Sima Yucheng was not the owner of the company at all. He only had 5% of the shares. This was just a share certificate. Then, Chen You took out another document, which was a share transfer agreement, clearly stating:
Once Sima Yucheng attempted to use these 5% shares for the transaction, the shares would be immediately transferred to Sima Feng.
The man looked at Sima Yucheng and laughed angrily, "So, Young President Cheng was prepared long ago."
Sima Yucheng's expression was no better, equally surprised. "When was this signed? How come I don't know?"
The man ignored him and said to Chen You, "Even if you made prior preparations, so what? He still signed the gambling agreement and is still burdened with huge debts!"
And Sima Feng, as his father, would not ignore him!
Chen You smiled meaningfully, "Then it's none of your business."
The man gritted his teeth in anger, but knew he could not gain any advantage. He turned and glared at Sima Yucheng, "Don't get too smug! After signing the agreement, you won't even be able to keep your subsidiary!"
With that, he turned and left angrily.
Chen You looked at Fu Jingshu. "Master Fu, aren't you going after him?"
He knew that Fu Jingshu had been looking for Fu Tingyi recently, and this was the best opportunity.
Fu Jingshu calmly tidied his cuffs and adjusted his watch. He glanced at Chen You, his eyes like he was looking at an idiot.
Chen You suddenly realized.
At Fu Jingshu's status and position, he didn't need to do anything himself. He rubbed his forehead and smiled helplessly. "I was worrying for nothing. Young President Cheng, why don't we discuss how to handle the company's management rights next?"
This was something Fu Jingshu was not interested in. He turned and walked towards the corridor.
In any case, Sima Yucheng's management rights would definitely be stripped away.