{Chapter: 345 Feng Dahai came to the door in person!}
Around the room, others were nodding, albeit silently. While they weren't as confrontational as Zhang Zongliang, many had started doubting Yan Ruyue's claims too. They were convinced that she had been bluffing about solving the company's issues to prevent panic and keep the stock from crashing. It was, in their eyes, a desperate attempt to create a false sense of security.
And so, many of them planned to leave and leak the so-called "truth" about Yanyue Company's situation. They wanted to warn their associates and relatives not to be fooled by a company that—according to them—was spiraling downward.
Yan Ruyue, however, remained unmoved. She had already ordered security, and to her, these people had no place in the room anymore. Whether they believed her or not was irrelevant. They were outsiders now.
As the murmurs grew louder and people began preparing to leave, the conference room door suddenly swung open.
A female employee from Yanyue Company rushed in, her expression both shocked and breathless. "President Yan!" she called out, quickly scanning the room before continuing, "A large shipment of facial mask sheets has just arrived downstairs—more than a dozen large transport trucks full of them!"
Her voice rang through the conference room like a thunderclap.
Everyone froze.
Zhang Zongliang, who had just been laughing smugly moments ago, stiffened. He stood still, mouth slightly open, clearly unable to process what he had just heard. Around him, the others who had been preparing to leave were also stunned. They turned to the employee in disbelief.
"What did you say?" someone finally whispered.
"A dozen trucks of mask sheets?" another repeated, incredulous.
Even Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow in surprise. Though he had full confidence in the arrangements he had made earlier, this delivery was unexpectedly fast.
Yan Ruyue was also caught off guard. She had known the mask sheets were on the way—Lin Yuan had already assured her of that—but she hadn't expected the delivery to arrive at the headquarters instead of the processing plant.
For a moment, confusion passed between her and Lin Yuan. Why had the raw materials been sent here, of all places?
Still, the shock on the faces of Zhang Zongliang and the others was more satisfying than any verbal rebuttal.
The timing of the delivery couldn't have been more perfect. Just minutes after Zhang Zongliang accused them of deception and bluster, physical proof of their solution showed up at the company's doorstep—dozens of trucks worth of it.
Lin Yuan tapped his finger lightly on the table, lost in thought. This wasn't a mistake. Feng Dahai must have had a reason for sending the goods to headquarters instead of the production facility.
He knew Feng Dahai well. The man was ambitious, pragmatic, and never did things without purpose. If he had diverted the delivery to headquarters, there had to be a strategic reason behind it.
Meanwhile, Yan Ruyue looked both surprised and amused. While she didn't know what Feng Dahai was planning, she could now clearly see the dumbfounded expressions of the former shareholders, who just moments ago were so eager to question her integrity.
It was poetic justice.
Zhang Zongliang's so-called "face slap" had landed squarely on himself instead.
And the rest of the room? Silent, embarrassed, and unwilling to admit they had jumped to conclusions.
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Yan Ruyue was not particularly surprised when an employee walked in to report the delivery of the facial mask sheets. She simply nodded in acknowledgment, her calm demeanor unchanged.
But the others in the room—especially those who had just withdrawn their shares—were visibly stunned.
"All of the facial mask sheets have arrived? And there are more than a dozen trucks downstairs?" one of the former shareholders muttered in disbelief.
"Wait, does this mean... President Yan wasn't lying just now?"
"Was she actually telling the truth? The supply issue was really resolved?"
"I feel like an absolute fool. If I had known this, I never would've pulled my investment!"
Whispers filled the room as realization began to dawn. Outside the building, more than a dozen large delivery trucks were waiting—each loaded with facial mask sheets. The scale of the delivery left no doubt: this wasn't a bluff. This was the real deal.
Many of the shareholders who had just withdrawn their shares now stood in shocked silence, their expressions a mix of disbelief and regret. What once seemed like a sinking ship was suddenly being lifted back to the surface—possibly even soaring.
Among them, Zhang Zongliang frowned deeply, his mind racing. Was it really just as Yan Ruyue had claimed all along? Had she really pulled off what everyone thought was impossible?
But the thought didn't sit well with him. He knew for a fact that they had contacted Feng Dahai numerous times in recent days. Each time, the message was the same: there would be no further cooperation. Feng Dahai had been adamant. He had made it clear he wanted nothing more to do with Yanyue Company.
So how had Yan Ruyue managed to secure a new delivery? And not just a small shipment—an overwhelming one?
'Something's not right,' Zhang Zongliang thought. Then a new idea crossed his mind, and his eyes lit up with speculation.
"Wait a moment..." he muttered to himself. "She may have found a supply, sure. But what if it's not the right kind?"
Zhang Zongliang's face twisted into a confident smile, as if he had seen through the situation. Straightening his posture, he looked around and addressed the others.
"Let's not celebrate too early," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Yes, there are facial mask sheets downstairs. But that doesn't necessarily mean the problem has been solved."
The murmurs died down as everyone turned to listen.
Zhang Zongliang cleared his throat and continued, "The core issue isn't just about getting facial mask sheets. It's about acquiring the right facial mask sheets—ones that meet Yanyue Company's premium standards. The kind customized specifically for our production line. If those sheets downstairs aren't up to spec, then they're not only useless—they're dangerous to our brand."
He paused dramatically, allowing his words to sink in before continuing.
"If the company starts using low-quality materials, it will tarnish its reputation in the skincare market that the company had built in years. You all know how fiercely consumers care about quality, especially when it comes to beauty products."
His words made sense—at least on the surface—and many of those in the room, who had just been feeling regret, now started to feel a little reassured. Maybe they hadn't made such a terrible decision after all.
"Right. That's true…"
"I didn't think of it that way."
"Even if it's a huge delivery, it won't mean anything if the quality is subpar."
Suddenly, everyone looked thoughtful. Heads began nodding in agreement as they mulled over Zhang Zongliang's reasoning.
"Exactly," he continued with a smug expression. "Where did these sheets come from anyway? I bet it's some second-rate supplier willing to sell in bulk at a discount."
He turned to the female employee who had made the announcement and asked with mock curiosity, "By the way, which factory sent the delivery? Did you catch the name? Is it a new partner, or have they worked with Yanyue before?"
The employee hesitated and looked over at Yan Ruyue, unsure of how much to say. She had no idea these people had just withdrawn their shares and no longer had any official standing in the company.
After a moment of silence, and seeing that President Yan offered no objection, she answered carefully: "Yes… The facial mask sheets are from the Dahai Factory. They were personally delivered by Boss Feng—Feng Dahai himself."
Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she added, "Oh, and President Yan, Boss Feng said he wanted to meet with someone. He didn't mention a name, but he said you would know who it was… He said it was your boyfriend. He really wants to meet him."
Her last words echoed through the conference room like a bombshell.
The room fell dead silent.
Even those who had been mumbling in doubt seconds earlier now stared in wide-eyed disbelief.
"Did she just say... Dahai Factory?"
"Wait a minute—the Dahai Factory? The same one that terminated cooperation with us?"
"And Boss Feng himself came to deliver the goods?"
"Not just that—he's asking to meet someone? President Yan's... boyfriend?"
The word "boyfriend" hung in the air like a suspended chord. Instinctively, all eyes shifted to the same person—Lin Yuan.