C1 A Temporary and Special Meeting

The president of Huacheng Real Estate Corporation, the board of directors, Fan Wenbin, stood in front of the spacious office window and stared at the golden words "Long Runyuan Garden" on the opposite side of the Yellow River. It had been a long time, and he felt as if he had eaten a fly.

At this moment, it was September 12, 2012 A. D. , 27th of July, Wednesday, afternoon at 4 PM. The wind was blowing and the trees were rustling. The weather was cloudy and sunny, bright and hot. The sunlight passed through the white clouds that were about to break, and slowly shot towards the rolling eastern Yellow River. The wind was calm and the waves were calm.

On the banks of the Yellow River in the western part of China, at the ancient crossing of the Silk Road in the north, in Daan County, which was known as the "Pearl of the Yellow River," there was a hot wave that filled the air, making everyone feel depressed and restless, regardless of whether they were indoors or outside, whether they were men or women, old or young.

He knew that it was a high-end villa district that was being built. It was the boss of Hanhong Appliances, Huang Weidong. He was a proud work by the Jianghu people called "Huang Shiren. " At the same time, he was also himself. He was the only listed real estate company in Daan County, and he had lost the mark of Huarong Dao.

At the auction at the beginning of the year, Hanhong Company was determined to win at all costs. After a fierce and intense battle, they finally won over Huacheng Group. They successfully took over the land of Xiwan Village and used it to develop the high-end villa district. From this, the horn of a large scale invasion into the real estate industry was blown.

In this intense competition that had never been seen before, a few old and powerful real estate companies, including Hua Cheng Group, were under the unstoppable attack of Han Hong's electronics. Due to various reasons, they were defeated one after another. In the end, they lost the land with immeasurable potential and lost to Huang Weidong.

Now, when he recalled the auction scene that was filled with dense bloody killing intent, Fan Wenbin's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Since more than twenty years ago, less than two months after graduating from university, he had resigned from his official position without hesitation. Ever since he went into the sea to manage the real estate business, he had participated in countless auctions of various sizes. He could not remember how many times he had participated, but this was the first time he had lost so miserably.

At the auction, when the final sound of the gavel being dropped rang out, a wave of deafening cheers and tsunami-like applause erupted in the venue, shaking the roof so much that it almost collapsed.

It was issued by the staff of Hanhong Appliances. They used their applause and cheers to congratulate them on their final victory. It was warm and grand, brimming with an uncontrollable joy and excitement.

"I lost. I completely lost to Huang Shiren, an old thief who eats people without spitting out their bones. At that time, if it wasn't for that mysterious and detestable phone message, I would have persisted for a few more minutes and not today's result. The final victory would definitely belong to Huacheng Group. But now, it's too late to say anything.

After a long time, Fan Wenbin let out a long breath of resentment. He thought to himself that from now on, in the Daan County real estate industry, there would be another big crocodile that ate people but didn't spit out bones. The competition would become more and more cruel. As for Hua Cheng Corporation, this aircraft carrier that had experienced more than twenty years of wind, snow, rain, and smoke and flames of war, could it be that it would sink into the Yellow River?

No, we can't let Hucheng Group sink into the bottom of the river. He could not help but have strong courage to resist, like a fierce tiger that was on the verge of death. Although he was in a life and death situation where strong enemies were waiting for him, he could not give up resisting and give up. Even if he died, he had to make a fierce struggle before dying.

Besides, it was still a little too early to talk about failure now. It wasn't even time for the last drop of blood to flow out. It was because he still had an excellent trump card that had great prospects for development in his hands. If it wasn't the king, then it was the two kings.

This trump card was to build an ancient Silk Road cultural resort in his hometown, which was not far from the West Bay. He would innovate and build a group holiday resort to support health and leisure. He would most likely discover the huge cultural value of Daan as the ancient ferry on the north of the ancient Silk Road.

Back then, in order to figure out the specific history of Daan, with the help of his friend, Yao Guanqun, a researcher of the Silk Road of the County Cultural Bureau, he flipped through the slightly yellowed Daan County Chronicles that had been revised during the Ming and Qing Dynasties. There was a very clear record on it.

The north of the ancient Silk Road was set off by Chang An. It followed Wei River to the north, passed Longxi County, crossed Six Paths Mountain, and followed Zu Li River to Huizhou (Da An's ancient name). From there, they crossed the Yellow River to the west, and entered the west corridor. It was the earliest silk route.

In the west bay, the Fan Family's ferry was located on the north bank of the Yellow River. It was a natural village under Mei Tanxiang's jurisdiction across the river from Da An County, which was located south of the Yellow River. It was a coincidence that he was a ferryman of the Fan family, while his wife, Duan Xiangmei, was from the west bay. What a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Fan Wenbin exhaled a long breath of air. Then, his face revealed a trace of a proud and cold smile, as if victory was within his grasp. This time, it was no longer a gloomy and irritated air, but an extremely comfortable long breath.

After that, his gaze naturally landed on the wall in front of him. There was an exquisite calligraphy work hanging there. He had specially invited Yao Guanqun to write it.

"Know White and Guard Black," four thick and heavy words with the body of ink. They were like the surging Yellow River that surged through the night and night, emitting a majestic and vigorous aura.

Just as he stared intently and was overwhelmed by emotions, a few clear and experienced knocks sounded on the door. After a short while, he turned his head and stared coldly for a few seconds. After that, he said in a solemn and imposing manner, "Come in. "

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Dong Mi, Zhao Yu, a graceful young married woman, walk in. She smiled slightly, opened her red lips, and said in a very appropriate and soft voice, "Director Fan, all the directors are here. They are waiting for you in the meeting room. "

Fan Wenbin pondered for a moment, and then he picked up the phone that was placed on the office table. Under the accompaniment of Zhao Yu, he walked into the meeting room next door confidently with a confident smile on his face, as usual, and a steady pace.

At this moment, the meeting room was filled with a depressing atmosphere. In the past, when they met, the few board members who liked to joke around with each other were all wearing solemn expressions, and they were filled with uneasiness. They patiently waited for the meeting to begin, just like the audience before the World Cup football match.

Pang Chengchuan sat at the head of the left row. In front of him was a black leather notebook and a ballpoint pen. He was the second largest shareholder of the company and also the vice chairman.

Today's special meeting of the board of directors was held at the last minute according to the company's rules and regulations under his strong request.

Two years ago, when Hua Cheng Corporation applied for the stock market, the funds were very tight. Fan Wenbin was so anxious that he could not eat or sleep. Under the bridge of good friends, the head of Hefeng Commercial Bank's Credit Division, Li Fan, he got to know Pang Chengchuan. Furthermore, he sincerely invited him to invest in Hua Cheng Corporation.

On account of Li Fan, this old friend, In the end, with the mindset of gambling, Pang Chengchuan injected a sum of 10 million into Hua Cheng Corporation in a timely manner.

Who knew that after the company was successfully listed, he became the second largest shareholder and became the vice chairman.

At this time, seeing Fan Wenbin walk in with a smile on his face, everyone's gazes focused on him at the same time. Then, with a complex and unpredictable mentality, they held their breaths and listened attentively to his words.

Hua Cheng Group, this giant in the Daan Real Estate World, was created by Fan Wenbin. From nothing to something, since he was young, and he had successfully landed in the A-share market, all of his sweat and wisdom condensed. Thus, in the company, he had absolute authority that no one could compare to.

"Everyone, at the request of Vice President Pang, the board of directors will hold this temporary special meeting. " Fan Wenbin sat in the middle, his sharp eyes glanced at everyone, and then he slowly said in a deep voice, "Secretary Zhao, send the topic of this meeting to everyone. "