Tang Moyu ignored him and everyone's attention as she became the center of it. This wasn't the first time it happened to her anyway. She was used to being subjected to this kind of prejudice during her reign as Feng Conglomerates' business strategist and analyst.
"Mr. Han, aren't you the CFO here? Shouldn't you be most familiar with what these issues implicate? In any case, if it isn't for our Moyu here, don't you think we would be left out in the dark for too long about what's going on in the company?” Elder Tang replied.
Mr. Han's face blanched before his face turned into a deep shade of red. He slammed his palms on the table and rose to his feet. With his over six feet of height, any woman would feel dwarfed and intimidated by him, but not Tang Moyu.
"I know that Miss Moyu and Miss Zhelan don't have a great relationship, but to actually try to discredit me and my fellow executives as soon as she arrives? I wonder what this empress's motive is right now! I don't doubt Miss Moyu's expertise and qualifications, but I cannot let my name be tarnished like this!" He exclaimed.
Tang Moyu raised a slender brow at him and scoffed inwardly.
"Are you done?" She asked him impassively. Her tone was so cold, it made everyone feel like the air conditioner had stopped working as the temperature inside the conference room dropped dramatically.
Tang Moyu raised to her feet and gestured to Cheng Ning to pass around the reports and memos she prepared earlier.
"Please, look at the reports and the memos. We've cited all the discrepancies we've encountered while checking the company's cash flow for the past five years. Some of you might think that those were just minimal losses, but the total amount of those 'minor losses' is actually hurting the company's finances." She started to explain her report, but Mr. Han refused to back down and glared daggers at her.
"You listen here, Miss Moyu. You've never worked in this company, you were never a part of it. I've already been here even long before you even entered college." He crushed the report in his hands and threw it straight to Tang Moyu's face.
Tang Zhelan tried to hide her smirk behind the papers in her hands as she watched the scene in front of her with amusement.
"Does that really matter?" Tang Moyu said cooly. "Mr. Han, maybe it's time for you to retire, as your head is getting duller as you age. You can't possibly overlook this issue, considering you ARE the CFO of this company, can you?"
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