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The next day, Lu Fan had just picked up his phone to check online discussions when he saw a video that was trending, and most importantly, it was related to him.

In the picture, a thin young man sits in a simple room with a yellowish wall in the background.

"Hello everyone, my name is Li Chen. I've seen the recent online discussions. I didn't want to take up public resources, but I'm in a bit of trouble now." He spoke with a slight accent and in a low voice, "Two years ago, I saved someone by a river in South Korea, but it was dark, and I don't know who I saved, only that it was a woman."

At this moment, many comments appeared on the screen.

"It's Yu Tinglan."

"Is this Li Chen, the one who's been making headlines these past few days?"

"Your identity has been stolen."

Lu Fan looked at the person in the video. The person's profile did indeed resemble his own by about 60-70%, especially the nose and chin.

With her deliberately imitated makeup, at first glance, she looks just like him.

"I didn't want to gain anything from this." Li Chen lowered his eyes and continued, "But I lost a jade pendant back then. I went back to look for it, but I couldn't find it. It was the only memento my mother left me. I thought I would never find it again until I saw the online discussions and learned that the jade pendant had been found."

He looked up at the camera, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I don't mean anything by it, it's just that this jade pendant is really important to me. Could you please give it back to me? I... I'm willing to pay any price, please!"

At the end of the video, Li Chen bowed deeply towards the camera.

The video was only a little over a minute long, but it caused a huge uproar online.

This incident has sparked discussion not only within the entertainment industry but also among people outside the industry due to its ethical implications.

"It's confirmed! Li Chen is indeed our savior!"

"They really look alike! No wonder Lu Fan was able to impersonate them!"

"The jade pendant was Mom's keepsake! Lu Fan, don't you have any conscience?"

"We were scared by the last plot twist, but this time there's video evidence, it can't be fake, right?"

"Lu Fan's fans are still trying to defend him? Even Lu Fan himself has come out to demand his belongings!"

In Lu Fan's fan community, fans were much more cautious this time.

"Wait for Brother Fan's response."

"The person in the video does look like him, but something just feels off."

"I'm not taking sides yet, for fear of being proven wrong."

"That jade pendant... it seems like Brother Fan really has one? I'm a long-time fan of Brother Fan, I've seen him wear it."

Lu Fan was reading the comments when Su Qin called.

"Xiao Fan!" Su Qin's voice was filled with barely suppressed anger. "Did you see that video? That move was too vicious!"

"I'm watching it now," Lu Fan said calmly.

"That kid has definitely been bribed! But the 'victim' identity is too useful!" Su Qin spoke quickly. "Don't worry about what's online, I believe you. And I've never joined you in targeting her."

"Did Tinglan...look for you?"

"no."

Su Qin took a soft breath: "I called her this morning, but she didn't answer. I sent her a message, but she didn't reply. I'm worried..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear.

I'm worried that Yu Tinglan might believe it.

She worried that the woman who had once trusted Lu Fan unconditionally because of his status as her savior was now refusing to listen to Su Qin's words.

Lu Fan's voice was calm: "Whether she believes it or not is her business. I can't explain it, nor can I change it."

"But..." Su Qin wanted to say something more.

An assistant's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone: "President Su, they're all waiting."

"Coming soon," Su Qin replied, then hurriedly said into the phone, "Xiao Fan, take good care of yourself. We'll talk in detail after I've finished dealing with things here."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, the last bit of warmth on Su Qin's face vanished.

The moment Su Qin pushed open the door, seven or eight pairs of eyes pierced her like nails.

Seated on either side of the long table were not the usual respectful senior executives, but several directors and shareholders who rarely appeared in public.

The head seat was empty, but no one invited her to sit down.

"President Su is here." The bald man sitting at the head of the left seat spoke first. He was Zhao Dehai, the third largest shareholder, who was toying with a string of sandalwood prayer beads in his hand. "Perfect timing, everyone is waiting for you to give an explanation."

Su Qin walked to the head of the table, but didn't sit down, instead resting her hands on the edge of the table: "What explanation does Chairman Zhao want to hear?"

"Playing dumb?" A woman in a fuchsia suit and impeccably made-up on the right scoffed. She was Liu Meilan, a director with a finance background. "Doesn't President Su know the current state of the company?"

The projection screen lit up with a "snap".

"In a cross-border merger and acquisition case, the other party suddenly presented new evidence of environmental violations, and the amount of compensation sought was staggering."

"For the core investment projects, the three cooperating banks simultaneously sent letters requiring early asset revaluation, instantly tightening the working capital chain."

"The 'Tax Inspection Notice' issued by the tax authorities is in black and white, stamped with a red seal, and the date is tomorrow."

"How does President Su explain all this?" Zhao Dehai said slowly.

"Markets are risky, and investments are risky..."

"Don't try to fool us with platitudes." Liu Meilan interrupted Su Qin directly, her bright red nail polished fingers tapping on the table. "Su Qin, we invested in you because of your abilities and vision, not because you've led the company into a fire!"

"A pit of fire?" Su Qin looked up. "What does Chairman Liu mean?"

"What do you mean?" asked the thin man sitting next to Zhao Dehai. His name was Xu Ming. He didn't own many shares, but he had extensive connections. "Doesn't President Su know who he's offended recently? Is the Zhou family someone to be trifled with? You've put the entire company in jeopardy for the sake of an actress!"

"Chairman Xu," Su Qin's voice turned cold, "company decisions are made collectively, and all investments undergo risk assessments. It's inappropriate to shift the blame to personal grudges now, isn't it?"

"A collective decision?" Zhao Dehai laughed, but there was no warmth in his smile. "The new energy project that you insisted on introducing last time for capital increase and share expansion has now become a failed project."

In the last acquisition, you insisted on bypassing the standard due diligence process, and now an environmental lawsuit has arisen. Every time you "overrule the objections," and every time something goes wrong.

"President Su, does this board of directors belong to everyone, or just to you?"

The words grew increasingly harsh, revealing the true intentions behind the words.

"So, everyone," Su Qin slowly straightened up, her gaze sweeping over each face, "do you want me to leave get out of class today?"

"We want to save the company!" Liu Meilan raised her voice. "You need to immediately sever all ties with that Lu Fan, issue a public apology, and then go and beg the Zhou family to admit your mistakes. Maybe there's still room for maneuver!"

"What if I don't?"

"Then don't blame us for being ruthless." Zhao Dehai put away his prayer beads, his face darkening. "According to the articles of association, if a series of major decision-making errors lead to significant risks for the company, shareholders have the right to request a special shareholders' meeting to vote on whether to remove the current CEO."

He paused, then added, "The combined shares of the group of us already exceed one-third. Mr. Su, what you hold, plus a few scattered shares, isn't enough."

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Not enough? How about adding my old Zhou's?"

Grandpa Zhou was dressed in a Tang suit, his silver hair was neatly combed, and his eyes were sharp as knives.

He walked to Su Qin's side and slammed his cane down heavily: "I'm not dead yet! This company isn't for you few to stage a coup!"

Zhao Dehai's expression changed, then he forced a smile: "Mr. Zhou, you are highly respected, and we admire you. But this time is different. If the company really collapses, everyone's money will be lost. You can't let everyone's fortune be buried because of personal relationships, can you?"

"Personal relationship?" Old Zhou sneered. "I, Old Zhou, have been navigating the business world for fifty years. I can tell the difference between personal relationship and public justice!"

"Have you forgotten how much money Su Qin has made for the company over the years, how much more bonus money you've pocketed? Now that there's a little storm, you're going to throw the captain overboard? What kind of people are you!"

He surveyed the room, his aura intimidating: "I'm making this clear today: Su Qin, I'm protecting her! Anyone who wants to touch her will have to get past me first!"

Before he could finish speaking, Old Zhou's cell phone started vibrating wildly in his pocket.

Old Zhou frowned, took out his phone, and his expression changed slightly when he saw the caller ID. He walked to the window and answered it.

"Feed? Teacher Zhang... What?!... Emergency treatment?... Which hospital?! I'm on my way!"

When he hung up the phone, the old man's hands were shaking violently, and all the color drained from his face.

Almost simultaneously, the phone screen lit up with a text message from an unknown number:

Mr. Zhou, the child needs quiet rest. Don't get involved in things that aren't appropriate.