Nian Yihuan came to the conference room, opened the door of the conference room, and saw a figure sitting there from a distance.

Huh? Didn't the assistant say there are several people? Where are the others?

"Ahem!" Nian Yihuan deliberately made a sound.

The man seemed to be listening to the phone with headphones and did not hear Nian Yihuan's voice at all.

Nian Yihuan walked over and said, "Hello, are you looking for me?"

The man turned around at the sound.

Nian Yihuan took a closer look and found that the man looked about fifty years old, but he was well maintained and had an elegant temperament.

The man stood up, nodded politely, and extended his hand in a friendly manner.

"Hello, Mr. Nian, I am Cheng Yi, the steward of the Jiang Group."

"Jiang's?" Nian Yihuan's heart skipped a beat. Isn't this the same company that madly acquired their Nian's shares?

Like the previous W Group, this Jiang family's butler also spoke very substandard Mandarin. You could tell at first glance that he was of Chinese descent and that he had lived abroad since he was a child.

Knowing his identity, Nian Yihuan's good impression of him disappeared instantly, and her face gradually turned cold.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Cheng. Please sit down."

Nian Yihuan stretched out his hands and sat down.

Nian Yihuan must have guessed the purpose of Jiang's butler's visit. He was simply coming to compete with W Group for the operating rights of Nian Group.

Anyway, now their Nian clan has been ignored, and it can even be said that they are at the mercy of others.

Although Nian Yihuan knew his purpose, he still had to say a few polite words.

"Mr. Cheng, come to the company to see me this time. Do you have anything to do? Just tell me."

Jiang's housekeeper Cheng Yi smiled, handed over a business card, and spoke in very non-standard Mandarin.

"President Nian, you don't seem to be very welcoming to me."

Nian Yihuan was stunned for a moment and smiled awkwardly, wondering whether this Cheng was always outspoken or was being arrogant.

"Mr. Cheng, you are serious. If you have anything to do with me today, you might as well just tell me."

President Cheng smiled half-heartedly, "President Nian, please take a look at this."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Yi placed a red booklet in front of Nian Yihuan.

Nian Yihuan frowned in confusion. This red booklet looked like a wedding invitation or something.

Nian Yihuan took the red book and opened it. It turned out to be a letter of appointment? !

Nian Yihuan was shocked. He didn't expect it to be such a thing.

When I opened the engagement letter, the bride’s name in it turned out to be me!

Nian Yihuan was taken aback and had no idea what was going on. He hurriedly returned the appointment letter to the housekeeper Cheng Yi.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng, I don't know what you mean."

Mr. Cheng smiled and said, "Miss Nian, this is what our Mr. Jiang means."

While talking, two or three more people came into the conference room.

Nian Yihuan glanced back and saw that these were probably the other people the assistant had just seen.

One of them, wearing transparent-rimmed glasses, looked like the butler's translator. He sat directly next to Cheng Yi as soon as he arrived.

Cheng Yi turned around and spoke fluently to the translator.

But in fact, Nian Yihuan received bilingual education when she was a child. She understood almost everything Cheng Yi just said in English, so there was no need to call for a translator.

After Cheng Yi finished speaking, the translator pushed up his glasses and turned to face Nian Yihuan.

"Hello, Mr. Nian, I am Xiao Yang, the translator. Mr. Cheng has been living overseas. The Chinese expression is not particularly clear, so I will paraphrase it for you. Mr. Jiang, the chairman of the group, asked us to come here this time. I hope you can talk to me. Mr. Jiang’s only son, Mr. Jiang, is engaged, and as a betrothal gift, we will return part of Nian’s shares.”

Nian Yihuan frowned and was shocked. What kind of operation is this?

What age is it? Why do top foreign consortiums also engage in marriage arrangements?

"You just said you would return the shares, how much?"

"Well, it's not convenient to disclose it now." Mr. Cheng replied.

Nian Yihuan was silent for a moment, his black eyes suddenly darkened, and his brows were furrowed in thought.

Translator Xiao Yang smiled and said, "Mr. Nian, maybe this news is a bit sudden for you. You can think about it carefully. We will stay in Rongcheng for a while this time, which is enough for you to think clearly."

"No need, go back and tell you, Mr. Jiang, that I, Nian Yihuan, can't be married to anyone who wants to, and I won't be used as a tool for transactions between your plutocrats. Please go back."

Cheng Yi was not surprised at Nian Yihuan's naked rejection. On the contrary, it was expected.

He was babbling at the translation again.

Xiao Yang relayed, "Miss Nian, our CEO advises you to think about it carefully. You must have seen the news on the Internet in the past day or two. This is bad for the corporate image and influence of the Nian Group. Yes, now, I am afraid that cooperation with our Jiang Group is the only way out for the Nian Group. Moreover, our boss Jiang will also give a very generous betrothal gift. As for the betrothal gift, it is a figure that Miss Nian will definitely be satisfied with."

Nian Yihuan didn't listen at all to the call being translated in front of her.

To be precise, Nian Yihuan couldn't stand listening to it ever since he mentioned the recent news about her on the Internet.

Isn't this an obvious attempt to take advantage of someone's situation and add insult to injury?

Even if the Nian family is in dire straits now, there is no need for anyone to step on them.

At this time, Nian Yihuan's face was already ugly, "Everyone, please go back for the time being. I have something to do here, so I won't send you away."

Mr. Cheng smiled, stood up and said goodbye, "Okay, Mr. Nian, don't bother me. I just gave you my business card. If you change your mind, please feel free to contact me."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Cheng left with several of his men.

Nian Yihuan sat alone in the conference room, his eyes getting colder, as if they were covered with ice.

Gradually, she calmed down from her previous emotions.

Although what Mr. Cheng just said was a bit unpleasant, he was right. Now the Nian family is indeed almost at the end of its rope.

If we don't come up with a solution quickly, the Nian family's century-old foundation may really be in the hands of others.

At this time, the assistant suddenly knocked on the door and entered the conference room.

"General Manager, there is a document that needs your signature."

Nian Yihuan came to his senses and said, "Oh, okay."

I took it and signed it, and it was another termination agreement.

Because of the current direction of public opinion and the chaos within the Nian Group.

All previous partners paid liquidated damages and terminated the partnership with Nian.

Nian Yihuan was really helpless about this.

For a while, I couldn't think of any effective solution.

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