My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 327 Deadly Crisis

"Blood!"

Someone let out a scream.

Song Yafei jumped up and rushed to me in a few steps.

"Zhang Tian? What's wrong?"

Where does it hurt?

She reached out her hand, hovering in mid-air, wanting to touch it but hesitating.

"fine……"

"My stomach problem has flared up again, it's an old ailment, I won't die from it."

I waved to her to tell her not to be nervous.

"You said you were fine! Where's your medicine? Take it now! Should we go to the hospital?"

Song Yafei's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, becoming somewhat shrill.

I struggled to pull the medicine bottle out of my pocket, my hands trembling like a leaf. I poured out two pills and swallowed them dry.

"The root cause of Hongtu Technology's cash flow problems is not just that botched acquisition."

I took a breath and continued.

After these words were spoken, everyone in the room fell silent again.

I raised my still slightly trembling hand and tapped a few times on the keyboard in front of me.

The projection screen lit up, and a bunch of winding curves and densely packed numbers popped up.

"Look here, their offshore account transaction records, aren't they interesting?"

"And this, the proportion of low-interest loans, and take a look at these repayment dates."

I took a deep breath; my throat felt like a broken gong.

"Everyone, Xinghai Optoelectronics' acquisition this time is purely a matter of risking their lives."

"They're betting, betting that the stock price won't drop, betting that those few dilapidated production lines will immediately produce golden eggs."

"But look at this interest payment plan and compare it with the cash they have on hand."

"Forget about the future, how are they going to pay the interest due next month?"

The back of my shirt was soaked through, and the cold sweat clung stickily to my body, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"To deal with them, it doesn't actually take much trouble."

"First, cut off their sales channels, so that all the products they produce will just pile up in warehouses and become scrap metal."

"Second, find a few patents, sue them for infringement, stir up trouble, the bigger the commotion, the better, let everyone know they're in trouble."

"Third, find a few reliable media outlets and spread the news that they are short of money and can't pay their debts quickly, so that they will cause chaos within their own ranks first."

"With these three moves, I dare say Hongtu Technology won't survive more than three months."

I yelled out the last few words, and then my vision went black. Everything looked double, and it felt like all the strength had been drained from my body. I swayed and almost couldn't stand up.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

After a long while, a cold, slightly hoarse voice finally rang out.

Do you have any evidence for what you're saying?

It's Chairman Wang.

His face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

I'm too lazy to beat around the bush with him.

He shoved his laptop into the middle of the table with a loud "thud".

"Everything is here, take a look for yourself."

I twitched the corners of my mouth, but I wasn't sure if it counted as a smile.

"So, any of you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Do you dare to take this risk and completely crush Hongtu?"

Chairman Wang didn't speak again, his gaze fixed on my computer screen, his old face shifting between light and shadow, his eyes flickering.

The other directors exchanged glances.

One by one, they stood up, crowded around the computer, and stared at the data and analysis on the screen.

The hushed whispers started again.

Song Yafei spoke up at this moment.

"Anyone else have any questions?"

Her voice was cold and flat, but it had an undeniable force that left no room for argument.

"I have faith in Director Zhang's abilities."

"As for the specifics of how to do it, that's not something that can be decided in a few minutes."

"We will not joke about the future of the Song family, and we will not let your money go to waste."

"Going forward, the legal department and risk control department will assess the risks as soon as possible based on the materials provided by Director Zhang, and come up with a detailed plan. We will then hold another meeting to discuss it."

With just a few words, neither too harsh nor too gentle, the matter was decided.

The old men exchanged glances, and in the end, none of them said anything more.

Before leaving, they all glanced at me thoughtfully, and then left the conference room one after another.

The hand that had been supporting me on the table finally gave way.

His body went limp, and he fell down uncontrollably.

"Hey!"

Lin Qiuran reacted quickly and grabbed my arm.

"Zhang Tian!"

"Does your stomach still hurt? That blood from earlier...you're not really dead, are you?!"

This kid seems unreliable most of the time, but he's actually quite dependable when it matters.

I shook my head, trying to force a smile, but the muscles in my face wouldn't cooperate.

"It's nothing, it's an old problem... I haven't pushed myself this hard in a long time, my body is acting up."

He rolled his eyes, his expression saying, "Keep making this up."

Song Yafei followed her out.

"Assistant Luo has already called an ambulance, it will be here soon."

"You shouldn't have forced yourself to do this today."

She stood in front of me, her brows slightly furrowed, her eyes filled with worry, and her words carrying a hint of blame.

But as I listened, it seemed there was something else in that blame.

I was so tired I couldn't speak. I could only lean against the wall, close my eyes, and gasp for breath.

A hand supported the back of my neck; it was a little cool, but very steady.

That hand was cool, yet it gave me a strange sense of support.

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Go to the lounge next door."

My mind went blank for a moment, and I didn't react immediately.

"The ambulance has arrived!" Lin Qiuran shouted from the side.

Song Yafei turned her head and whispered something to her assistant who was not far away.

"Make arrangements for the lounge next door."

"Let Dr. Li come and take a look first."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

The employees who hadn't gone far couldn't help but sneak glances in this direction, their eyes filled with curiosity.

She seemed completely oblivious to those stares, continuing to hold my arm with one hand and gently pressing against my back with the other.

"Walk."

I want to say "I'm really fine," or "I can walk by myself."

My whole body felt like it was falling apart; even opening my mouth was difficult, and I felt like I could collapse to the ground at any moment.

Oh well, let her be.

She half-helped and half-pushed me into the lounge next door.

The room was small and contained some basic medical supplies.

She turned around, went to the water dispenser, filled a glass with water, and walked back to me.

"Drinked."

When it was handed over, the tone was still the same, devoid of warmth.

A sound came from outside the door.

"The doctor is here!"

Lin Qiuran pushed open the door and said anxiously, "Zhang Tian, ​​lie down quickly and let the doctor examine you properly!"

Song Yafei helped me put down the water I hadn't finished drinking, and together with Lin Qiuran, they put me on the small bed in the lounge.

Dr. Li strode in, took out his stethoscope and ventilator, and skillfully began operating them.

“Gastric mucosal bleeding, an old problem, but this lung…” he said, frowning.