Chapter 1050: Taking the Blame

When they got home in the evening, Shang Ying mentioned that the old man had signs of waking up, and Fang Teng and Fang Yuchen were pleasantly surprised.

"Mom, are you telling the truth?" Fang Yuchen asked uncertainly.

"Of course it's true, if you don't believe it, ask Sese."

Fang Yuchen turned his head to look at Jiang Sese.

Sese pursed her lips and smiled, and said very seriously: "Cousin, it's true. Grandpa's fingers moved today, and the doctor said he will wake up soon."

Fang Teng said "great" several times, and you can clearly see that his eyes are red.

Fang Yuchen's eyes were also wet. He took a deep breath, forced back the tears, squeezed out a smile, and said in a happy tone: "Great, grandpa is about to wake up."

"Yuchen, you have to solve the problem tomorrow, so as not to disappoint your grandfather's expectations of you." Fang Teng said earnestly.

"Dad, I know."

For tomorrow, Fang Yuchen believes that things will have a perfect ending.

Jiang Sesur clenched his fist, "Cousin, come on."

Fang Yuchen smiled, "Well, I'll do my best."

The next day, the board of directors was held as scheduled.

The huge conference room was silent, and everyone looked at each other, as if waiting for someone to start first.

"Ahem!" Old Yang coughed lightly, and his full voice rang out in the conference room, "Everyone came here today to get a satisfactory result, so wait a minute, don't be so aggressive, bear more Yuchen, and give me, an old man, a face."

From beginning to end, Old Yang stood on Fang Yuchen's side unconditionally.

This made Fang Yuchen very grateful, and he smiled at Old Yang, "Grandpa Yang, thank you."

"Don't rush to thank me, if you don't give everyone a satisfactory result today, I'll be the first to scold you." Boss Yang said with a sullen face.

Fang Yuchen nodded, "I know."

Then, he stood up, looked around at everyone present, and said in a resounding voice: "Everyone knows about the fire in the warehouse, but you don't know that on the night of the fire, a batch of medicinal materials were secretly transported away from the warehouse."

This statement shocked everyone.

Old Yang looked at the others and raised the question first: "Yuchen, what do you mean by that? What do you mean by someone secretly transporting a batch of medicinal materials away?"

"Grandpa Yang, don't be anxious, listen to me slowly."

"Okay, you go."

So, Fang Yuchen continued: "This was discovered when I sent people to investigate later. When the warehouse caught fire, most of the medicinal materials were indeed burned, but some were only half burned."

"At the scene, we found that the poinsettia and Aconitum stored in the innermost part of the warehouse were burned out."

"You should know that the fire burned from the outside to the inside, and the medicinal materials adjacent to Aconitum were not burned out."

Someone found something wrong, "You mean, someone moved the poinsettia and Aconitum before the fire, is that what you mean?"

"Yes." Fang Yuchen nodded, "I asked someone to test the ashes at the fire scene, and there was no Aconitum and poinsettia."

"This...what's going on?" Old Yang didn't expect this to be the case.

Others were also shocked, and they couldn't believe that things would turn out like this.

Fang Yuchen continued calmly: "Some time ago, my eldest cousin, Vice President Fang Yiming, privately signed a contract for the sale of medicinal materials with the SA Group abroad. The medicinal materials in the contract were poinsettia and western aconite."

This was like a heavy bomb, shocking everyone present speechless.

They originally thought that there was an outside thief, but they didn't expect it to be an inside thief.

"Yuchen, don't talk nonsense, do you have any evidence?"

The person asking the question was the shareholder standing on Fang Yiming's side. His face was very bad at this time. He was very worried that he was on the wrong side.

Fang Yuchen glanced at him, slowly picked up the documents on the table, and said: "This is an export declaration form. The declarant is Yuan Qingsong. Coincidentally, he is Fang Yiming's cousin."

Then, he took out the recorder and played the recording.

"Yes, Yiming asked me to help him declare the export procedures..."

After listening to it, everyone looked unbelievable.

"The recording... the recording was not made by someone to frame Fang Yiming, right?" The man was still questioning.

Fang Yuchen raised his eyebrows, "If you don't believe me, I can bring someone to confront him face to face."

Before the man was about to speak, Old Yang said, "No need. Ask someone to call Yiming."

"Okay."

Fang Yuchen called Song Yao in, "Go find Vice President Fang and ask him to come to the conference room."

"Yes." Song Yao took the order and left in a hurry.

...

At the same time, Fang Cheng was in his son's office, like an ant on a hot pot, walking back and forth anxiously.

Fang Yiming was annoyed, "Dad, can you stop? I'm dizzy."

Fang Cheng paused, then walked up to him, "Yiming, aren't you anxious? The board meeting has already started."

"What's going to come will come, what's the use of being anxious."

Fang Yiming also thought he would be very uneasy, but strangely, he was very calm instead.

There was really nothing to be uneasy about, they had already thought of a plan to deal with it.

Fang Cheng sighed, "You're right, what's coming will eventually come."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door, followed by the secretary's voice: "Vice President, Assistant Song asked you to go to the conference room, the president wants to see you."

Fang Yiming raised the corner of his lips, "Dad, I'm here now."

He straightened his suit and raised his chin, "Dad, let's go."

He walked out first.

Fang Cheng shook his head and sighed, and hurriedly chased after him.

As soon as he left the office, he saw Song Yao looking at him expressionlessly.

Fang Yiming smiled, "Assistant Song, thank you for your hard work."

"Vice President, please." Song Yao made a gesture of invitation.

Fang Yiming put away his smile, his face sank, and he strode towards the elevator.

At the door of the conference room, Fang Yiming suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, Song Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, "Vice President, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Fang Yiming stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to him.

He walked towards Fang Yuchen step by step.

"Cousin." Fang Yuchen looked at him with a smile on his face.

Fang Yiming stopped in front of him.

The two looked at each other.

"I brought my dad to admit his mistake." Fang Yiming said.

Hearing this, Fang Yuchen's smile instantly disappeared, his brows furrowed, and before he could ask what was going on, Fang Cheng rushed in.

Fang Cheng took a few big steps, knelt down in front of him with a plop, and slapped himself in the face while saying, "Yuchen, it's all my fault. I was bewildered and did something that hurt the company. You can blame me if you want to."

This sudden situation made Fang Yuchen a little confused.

Old Yang had more experience, so he calmly asked, "Acheng, what are you doing?"