A reporter's sharp voice rang out: "President Xu, there are rumors from the outside that your son has been taken into custody by relevant authorities due to issues involving group funds. Is this true? Will this affect the stability of the Company?"
Seeing this question, the muscles on Xu Jiayin's face twitched almost imperceptibly.
But the curve of his smile didn't change at all; he even waved his hand as if he had heard something nonsensical.
"Pure rumors! My family members are all working and living normally. The stability of the Company relies on the trust of our more than twenty thousand projects and millions of property owners, on our excellent products and responsible attitude, not on the departure or stay of any individual! Please do not spread false information. Believe in the Company, believe in us!"
He spoke decisively, even adding a touch of "heartbreak" as he accused the media of "listening to the wind and calling it rain."
Another reporter followed up: "President Xu, what is the current debt situation of the group? Does the rumored overseas debt of hundreds of billions pose a repayment pressure?"
Xu Jiayin took a deep breath, straightened his back, and his gestures became forceful.
"The asset quality of the Company is very high. Our land reserves are spread across core cities—these are hard currencies! We are actively communicating with partners from all sides to optimize our debt structure. As for the overseas portion, we have always strictly followed international rules; all debts have proper arrangements and sufficient collateral. Difficulties are temporary. The Company has experienced storms in the past, and every time it has emerged stronger! We have sufficient contingency plans to ensure that this giant ship of the group sails steadily and far!"
He spoke passionately, painting a blueprint of the "Company Dream," emphasizing "social responsibility," "steady operation," and "a promising future."
From time to time, he threw out grand terms like "transformation and upgrading" and "embracing the new era," trying to build a solid firewall with his words and momentum.
But Jiang Cheng saw right through it.
Xu Jiayin's overly forced smile was like wearing an exquisite mask on his face.
The small movement of him frequently swallowing saliva exposed the dryness of his throat and his inner tension.
All these details were silently debunking the "calmness" and "confidence" in his words.
This was merely a drowning man doing his best to maintain his last bit of dignity before the giant wave completely crashed down.
A one-man show destined to end, performed for investors, creditors, employees, and the public.
The video ended with a stirring scene of Xu Jiayin raising his fist again and shouting, "The Company will definitely win!"
The group chat had already exploded.
Wang Congcong: "Hahaha, the Oscars owe him a little gold man! The way he's painting these illusions, even I'm starting to believe it!"
Shen An: "Tsk tsk, look at that sweat. Did the lighting technician get a bonus? He looks as steady as an old dog on the surface, but inside he's probably panicking like crazy."
Qin Fen: "He memorized his lines well. 'Proper arrangements' for overseas debt? Sure, let's see who will 'properly' take over the mess when the time comes."
Wang Zheng: "This level of performance is enough to go with our drinks on the plane later. The more he acts like this, the wider the gap for those desperately looking for money will tear. Our chance will be even better."
Jiang Cheng looked at the teasing in the group, a cold, sharp curve hooking at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Cheng: "Close the net as planned. Notify all parties that they can start 'contacting' them. Remember, maintain the posture of a'savior,' but keep the knife sharp."
Qin Fen: "Received, starting to set the trap..."
Wang Congcong: "Received, preparing to take over.."
Shen An: "Received..."
Wang Zheng: "Waiting for the performance of the big brothers..."
After reading, Jiang Cheng also sent this message to Chen Xueer.
Then he got up, picked up his phone, and walked toward the bathroom.
Just as Jiang Cheng finished washing and came out, the phone rang.
Usually, Jiang Churan would have been woken up long ago, but at this moment, she was clearly exhausted.
Although it was still standing, changing the place... no, changing it to the door, the Girl's reaction was greatly enhanced.
She didn't even have the strength to go to the bathroom for a simple wash and just fell straight asleep.
Jiang Cheng casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist, answered the phone, and pushed open the bedroom door to walk out.
Jiang Cheng walked to the sofa, found a comfortable position to sit down, and then spoke into the phone, his voice carrying the slight rasp unique to waking up: "Hello."
Chen Xueer's voice came from the other end, as seductive and professional as ever: "President Jiang, I received the video and instructions you sent."
"Mhm, did you see Boss Xu's performance?" A mocking curve hooked at the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth as his gaze casually swept across the empty living room.
"I saw it. After you mentioned it to me the day before yesterday, I've been following the Company's movements." Chen Xueer's voice paused, seemingly weighing her words, "The more high-profile he is about 'maintaining stability' now, the more urgent the movements to find funds and buyers will be. Our window of opportunity will be more favorable."
"The bottom-fishing in Chengdu and Beijing is about to begin. Coordinate with Wang Congcong and the others to manage the funds and legal affairs." Jiang Cheng cut straight to the point, his tone turning serious, "But one thing must be remembered—the name 'Xingchen Investment' must never appear on any public documents of any transaction. No trace directly associated with us can be left. We only handle the funds and strategy behind the scenes; let their shell companies and white gloves handle the front."
"Understood, President Jiang." Chen Xueer answered without hesitation, clearly having a plan ready, "'Xingchen' will never appear at the front. I have prepared three completely independent BVI shell companies as primary SPVs. The funds will be injected through a multi-layered compliant structure and finally operated for acquisition by the domestic entities designated by Young Master Wang and the others..."
While Chen Xueer was clearly reporting the details of the plan, on one side of the living room, Xu Yan's bedroom door silently opened a crack.
Xu Yan had actually been in her room for quite a while; she only dared to come out after the noise outside had stopped.
On one hand, she wanted to see how Jiang Churan was doing.
On the other hand... she had been "ignored" in the car last night.
This morning, she had been left flustered and distracted by that "live broadcast" that lasted over an hour.
In her heart, she suppressed an indescribable emotion, something like grievance mixed with a sense of competitiveness.