a potential threat by your side”Zhang Ma was speechless when asked, at a loss for words.If she were in her place, she definitely wouldn't leave such a threat behind. She wouldn't compete for favor, m...Chapter 227

Hu Linquan wanted to grab the mouse, but Ou Yan beat him to it. “You think deleting it means I didn't have a backup”

"What do you want!" Hu Linquan gritted his teeth, glaring hatefully at her.

"Don't worry, I still haven't finished asking all my questions," said Ou Yan, her beautiful eyes sparkling with confidence. She asked casually, "Over the past year, what has Mr. Hu done with the scraps of fabric generated from the production lines"

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As far as I know, Mr. Hu always sold them and made a good profit...

Ou Yan's lips curled into a confident smirk. "Every month, you have people bring the leftover fabric scraps from the production line to the dump. There, they meet with representatives from Miaoqi Recycling and sell the scraps for 30 yuan per hundred kilograms."

Don't look at it weighing 100 kilograms and only selling for thirty dollars...

Every month, the amount of waste fabric generated is like a mountain of cow hair...

"For a whole year, just selling the company's scrap fabric, you made 693,780 yuan. Did I get that wrong, Mr. Hu" Let me know if you need anything else translated!

Hu Linquan's face turned ashen. He never expected she would find out about this little thing!

How did she find out The dumpster doesn't have surveillance, and there are never any other people around when they make their transactions.

How is that possible...

Ever since that little brat took over the company, he always felt like she was different, as if nothing escaped her watchful eyes...

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"Because Miqi did the bookkeeping over there." Ou Yan spoke slowly, expressing his puzzlement. to this place..."As soon as Xingxu's words left his lips, the sound of shattering glass reached their ears. Ou Yan reacted instantly, "Not good—"She hurried forward, but the door at number 6-498 was...