Mr. Jing sat at the head of the table, directly facing the conference room door. He saw the person who returned with the early autumn breeze, and his aged but sharp eyes instantly filled with the relaxation of a great weight being lifted from his heart, along with joy. Good boy, you finally came back before I’m buried with one foot in the grave! All the directors and executives in the conference room stood up. Jing Yuanbin froze when he heard that voice, swiftly turning his gaze to see the tall and cold figure of Jing Jihan stride in from the conference room door. Wasn’t he already dead? If Jing Jihan were alive, how could he have disappeared for so long? The people he had sent out to investigate had indeed found no trace of Jing Jihan. If a person vanishes without a trace after an incident, isn’t that the same as being dead? Jing Jihan’s figure was as tall and imposing as ever, his dark eyes cold and sharp, standing there, inspiring awe and fear. Jing Yuanbin’s allies on the board were equally stunned, taking a long time to slowly stand along with the others. "Continue," Jing Jihan’s cold, dark eyes swept in the direction of Mr. Zhao and then looked indifferently in the direction of Mr. Jing: "Planning to file a complaint with the Ministry of Commerce?" "Mr... Mr. Jing," Mr. Zhao’s knees went weak on the spot, his gaze seeking help from Jing Yuanbin. Wasn’t it said that Jing Jihan was really dead? How is there such a living person here?! Jing Jihan has always been decisive and efficient, returning just as cards were being shown; isn’t this a killer move? Mr. Jing slowly stood up, staring directly in Jing Jihan’s direction. If there weren’t so many people around the conference table, he would surely have hit him with his cane. Dared not to return for over a month, without Jing Luozhou dropping a hint to him, his old bones wouldn’t have withstood such shock. "Zhou He, help the old master to rest." Jing Jihan slowly walked towards the head of the conference table, passing by the frozen Jing Yuanbin without pausing, with only an unmasked cold glance drifting past him. Jing Yuanbin’s spine shivered. He suddenly turned his eyes to look at him, but Jing Jihan had already withdrawn his gaze and walked straight past. Mr. Zhao and Mr. Zhang no longer dared to glance in Jing Jihan’s direction, subtly nudging each other at the table, pondering how to protect themselves. But today, it was clear Jing Jihan aimed to strike with precision, intending to expose everyone openly or covertly associated with Jing Yuanbin. At three in the afternoon, since Jing Jihan suddenly appeared at the company, Yu Jing Group employees received more shocking news. The company intranet suddenly announced personnel changes for dozens of high-level and old board members, including Jing Yuanbin, Mr. Zhao, and Mr. Zhang, along with several other board members who had quietly infiltrated the meeting room by competing for board seats through Jing Yuanbin. This so-called personnel change, to put it bluntly, meant that before the board meeting concluded, they had already been dismissed. The personnel change was announced swiftly, spreading instantly throughout Yu Jing Group’s intranet and all channels capable of receiving official news. After the meeting ended, two rows of black-clad bodyguards were already standing outside the conference room. Several old directors and high-level managers, suddenly removed from their positions, threw their computers in the conference room, intending to confront Jing Jihan directly. However, not only did Jing Jihan ignore them, but those causing disturbances in the conference room were unceremoniously dragged out by the bodyguards and put into the elevator. They weren’t directly thrown out of the company, which was already giving those old guys a final bit of face. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveIꜰire.net Some old directors, enraged, didn’t care about maintaining their usual lofty image, and after Jing Jihan left the conference room, attempted to rush to the CEO’s office, climbing floor by floor when the elevator denied entry, cursing and ranting as employees watched, all observed by the bodyguards. Once they were exhausted, they were directly tossed into the elevator and sent down to the first floor, expelled from the company gates. Yu Jing Group has never been lenient in dismissing employees, and those without ability or committing significant errors at work usually don’t get a second chance, being directly removed from the company. But today, seeing so many old directors who had contributed significantly to Yu Jing Group dismissed simultaneously was indeed a rare spectacle. The last one yet to be expelled, whom even the bodyguards hadn’t immediately acted against, still remaining within the company, was Jing Yuanbin. Blocked by the two rows of bodyguards, he coldly stared at them, demanding to see Jing Jihan once more. The bodyguards were about to prevent it when Lu Zhao descended, stating in the elevator, "Mr. Jing calls him up." Only then did Jing Yuanbin enter the elevator, intending to ask some questions, but Lu Zhao merely stood on one side of the elevator, gazing at the changing numbers, not uttering a single word nor casting him an extra glance. As soon as he stepped into the CEO’s office, seeing Jing Jihan behind the large desk, Jing Yuanbin didn’t want to beat around the bush and intended to reveal his final trump card to secure his last position within Yu Jing Group, including his connection as Jing Jihan’s second uncle. "Uncle, have a seat." Jing Jihan was not as aloof and unapproachable as he was in the conference room earlier, courteously inviting him to sit. Jing Yuanbin couldn’t grasp his intentions but found it difficult to maintain his usual lofty and composed demeanor. He stood straight, not sitting down, his voice full of discontent: "No need to sit, nor dare. Mr. Jing and I have probably never had this uncle-nephew relationship from the start." "Uncle, what are you saying?" Jing Jihan, leisurely putting down the tablet displaying some electronic document, leaned back slightly into his chair behind the desk, speaking low and casually: "If it weren’t for uncle’s sake, how would I have allowed Lin to smoothly enter Boston Business College? Lin, unsupervised abroad, acts recklessly. I heard he ran over an innocent pedestrian while driving in Boston two months ago, but you settled it with money. Do you think, at such a young age, he should learn some lessons for being so indulgent?" Lin, Jing Yuanbin’s only son, notorious for being a rebellious troublemaker due to his status as the Jing family’s grandson, is of the same generation as Jing Jihan but was thrown out of the family by Mr. Jing long ago. Before being sent abroad for study, he toyed with many girls domestically, causing pregnancies and nearly leading to a major case of two lives lost. Jing Yuanbin did everything he could to send his wayward son abroad to escape trouble. Upon hearing Jing Jihan’s words, Jing Yuanbin’s expression tightened instantly. "What have you done to Lin?" Jing Yuanbin’s face turned increasingly tense, as if his throat was suddenly seized, unable to hide his anxiety.