The snow-white A4 was like a ghost. It penetrated Feiqi's right arm in an instant, and then... shot into the wall behind him.
The piece of paper was inserted several centimeters deep into the wall, and a trace of scarlet blood stained the snow-white paper, which was particularly conspicuous.
In the conference room, everyone's eyes were briefly shocked.
The focus of people's eyes was on Feiqi's raised right arm.
His right arm is still intact and intact.
"It's a small trick, just pretending to be a ghost!" Feiqi's eyes were cold, and a flash of disdain flashed at the corner of his mouth. His right arm was still raised high in the air.
What about the so-called beheaded hand? His hand is still there.
Even if you are in an invincible world, do you still have to lower your head in front of a powerful status?
Feiqi knew that Chen Zongheng had already bowed his head.
He didn't dare to do anything to himself because... he was the veteran of his own board of directors.
But just when he was about to wave his hand to tell Chen Zong to roll out...he suddenly found that his raised right hand...had lost control?
Feiqi's eyes trembled and he slowly raised his head.
Boom~! His heart was trembling violently, and his face instantly turned pale!
I saw a bloodstain slowly emerging on the right arm I held high.
The blood stains slowly spread along the collar of the suit.
Immediately afterwards, his entire right arm slowly moved along the blood stains.
"Poof." Feiqi's entire right arm was severely broken off and fell on the office conference table.
The arms were cut off completely, and the wounds were extremely neat.
Then, from his severed arm...blood spattered out like a fountain.
"Uh-huh..." Feiqi lay on his back on the chair, screaming in horror!
"My hand...my hand!!"
Excruciating pain, heartbreaking.
The broken part of his right arm was bloody, and the blood spattered on the desk, dyeing the entire desk a bloody red.
His black suit was stained red with thick blood and looked extremely miserable.
Everyone in the entire conference room... was shocked.
this.
This scene is simply shocking.
This Chen Zongheng, unexpectedly.
He actually took action... and cut off the arm of Director Fei, the leader of the board of directors who is the most powerful person among the group's top 10,000 people?!
This is the second largest shareholder of the group!
Everyone's hearts seemed to be suffocated and stopped beating, and they looked at the scene in front of the conference table in disbelief and shock.
Blood splattered, and the severed arm lay across the conference table, exuding a ferocious look.
At this moment, in front of the conference table, there were more than thirty shareholders, all of whom looked pale.
What shocked them even more was.
A piece of A4 paper, cut off an arm?!
These methods are simply terrifying.
Shocked and horrified, these shareholders were so frightened that they could not even get up.
This is simply...beyond all their understanding of life in the first half of their lives!
In front of the conference table, all the shareholders...were all petrified with shock.
The CEO beside the conference table, Qiu Yiren, also had a pretty face at this moment, stunned.
Her brain was a little unable to react.
This Mr. Chen, actually, actually...cut off Fe Qi's arm??
Feiqi was lying on his back on a chair, his body shaking violently, and blood spattered from his broken arm. He was wailing miserably, and his eyes were blood red and hideous.
He never dreamed that...his arm would be...really cut off.
In this group building, in front of so many shareholders...that young man dared...to actually take action.
But at this time, it was too late for him to regret, let alone fight back ferociously. His arm was chopped off, and he was in severe pain. Life was worse than death.
My daughter Fei Fanjin stood up in shock, her pretty face turned pale.
"Dad...!" She tried to step forward to help her father, but... looking at the severed arm, her heart seemed to be suffocating. What... should she do?!
In the entire conference room, only Chen Zongheng was still sitting at the table calmly.
His fingers were still tapping the table rhythmically.
"He will be sent to the hospital within twenty minutes and his arm can be saved." His voice was leisurely and calm.
It was as if the bloody scene in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Fei Fanjin's pretty face was filled with panic, and she hurriedly helped her father, who was covered in blood.
"Dad... just bear with it, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"
Fei Fanjin supported his father's broken body and hurriedly walked outside the conference room.
"Something else is left behind."
Chen Zong was sitting in front of the conference table, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table and pointing at the bloody severed arm on the table.
All the shareholders present were trembling and their faces were pale.
Fei Fanjin's long hair was messy, and she suppressed her fear. She quickly stepped forward, picked up her father's broken arm, and then supported her father... and walked out of the conference room tremblingly...
The air in the entire conference room was oppressive and cold.
All shareholders were silent in that bloody scene, unable to recover from the shock.
"Is there anyone else who wants to vote?" Chen Zongheng sat calmly at the conference table, tapping the tabletop with his fingers.
Every time it was struck, the hearts of all the shareholders present trembled.
This is simply like going to hell.
No one dared to say a word.
No one dared to raise their hand to vote.
Vote, cut off your hands.
This is not nonsense.
Rather, he must do what he says nakedly.
If we talk about just now, there are still a few shareholders who want to raise their hands with Feiqi.
At this time, the shareholders were so frightened that they were sweating coldly. They were sitting on the chairs and their legs were shaking.
"Is there anyone else who wants to depose Qiu Yiren?" Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark, and he slowly took out a cigarette and lit it.
"It doesn't matter. If you have any objections, you can raise them. There is still room for negotiation."
His voice was very calm, without any murderous aura.
However, when these words were heard in the ears of all the shareholders present, it was simply heart-shaking.
Everyone present: "..."
discuss?
Who dares to discuss this with you?
If you cast a vote, your hand will be cut off.
Who dares to do this?
"Why, you all don't speak, do you have any objection?" Chen Zongheng slowly blew out a smoke ring and glanced around.
Huh~! The expressions of all the shareholders present suddenly changed and turned pale.
"No...no...how dare we have any objections...we listen to Mr. Chen in everything." A shareholder explained with cold sweat breaking out on his face, waving his hands repeatedly.
"Oh... don't you dare? Then... am I threatening you?" Chen Zongheng's eyes were dark and he tapped the conference table with his fingers.
All shareholders present: "..."
This is more than a threat.
"No, no, no...how could Mr. Chen threaten us...we are willing to do so."
"Yes, yes...! We have no objection! We agree with Mr. Qiu to continue to be the president of the group."
"Mr. Qiu has led well over the years and has led the group to prosper. It is difficult for us to find such a good leader even if we are holding a lantern."
The shareholders present looked pale, with cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads, and they all threatened to show their loyalty!
Just kidding, the young man in front of me is a devil.
How dare they resist?
Qiu Yiren was sitting in front of the conference room, looking at this scene with a complicated face.
There was a faint mist flickering in her eyes, but it soon disappeared.
A woman who independently supports a huge business empire, a woman who independently bears countless pressures and crises. How long ago... has she ever felt so at ease?
A man appeared in front of her. He used his body to block the stormy waves in front of her...
This kind of feeling, Qiu Yiren... has never expected in her life.
But today, at this moment, she... felt it.
Coerced by countless shareholders...Isolated and helpless, she was at her most helpless.
This man's figure supported her entire sky.
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