Chapter 256: Chapter 254: Sister Qi’s Framing, Undercurrents in R Nation
"What do you think the President summoned us here for all of a sudden?"
Sakura Haru looked at the three people beside him with a meaningful gaze, speaking casually yet deliberately.
"Who knows? We’ll understand when we see him," Fujiwara shrugged nonchalantly, a cigarette in his mouth, pretending to be indifferent.
But everyone present came from prominent families, and the agitation in his eyes didn’t escape their notice.
Thinking of their own company’s situation, they were in no better state than he was.
Since yesterday, the company had inexplicably faced financial issues, losses were increasing, and they were utterly burned out from dealing with it. The elders in their families were furious.
Upon entering the Presidential Office’s lounge, they saw Zorro frowning intensely, staring at the paper in his hand, causing them to exchange puzzled glances.
"Mr. President, they’re here," the subordinate respectfully reminded them and then tactfully stepped away.
Zorro looked up, "Sit down and let’s talk."
As soon as they sat down, Sakura Haru couldn’t wait to ask, "Did something go wrong with the plan for you to call us over suddenly?"
He thought about it over and over and could only think of this reason, or else there was no reason for the President to summon them.
"Take a look at this."
Zorro didn’t answer his question, instead pushing the item on the table in front of them.
Looking at the paper in front of them, for some reason, they felt a bit nervous, exchanged glances, and then slowly picked it up.
Upon seeing the contents, Sakura Haru’s pupils shrank sharply, incredulously passing it to the person next to him.
Once everyone had read it, their expressions were almost identical — shocked and stunned.
Has Victoria Windsor gone mad?
Does she understand what one percent of the shares means?
"Mr. President, why would the Windsor family suddenly offer such conditions?"
Having recovered from his shock, Nagasawa Akira’s expression immediately turned serious. He had dealt with Victoria several times and knew her well enough.
It’s impossible for her to offer something so tempting out of the blue.
Zorro observed their reactions and said in a contemplative tone, "The Windsor family agreed to cooperate with us, but the profits will be split 80-20, with them getting 80 and us 20."
Upon hearing this, they understood everything.
"Ha, asking for 80%," Fujiwara’s tone turned cold, "she really has the gall to ask for a lion’s share."
"Indeed, we do all the work and she takes the credit."
Zorro was not surprised by their reaction at all, "but in exchange, she offers us one percent of the Windsor Group’s shares."
With this, Fujiwara’s stern expression immediately changed but then quickly returned to calm.
One percent, how would the five of them divide it?
Thinking of this, Fujiwara discreetly glanced at the others, finding that they were also observing each other just like he was.
There’s no denying that Victoria’s offer was indeed tempting. If he managed to acquire it, he could immediately plug the company’s loopholes. But now, it was clear that everyone wanted it.
Collecting his thoughts, Fujiwara asked softly, "Mr. President, what do you have in mind?"
"Agree to her terms, then we’ll divide the profits from the shares: 60% for the Presidential Office, and the remaining 40% split among your families."
Upon hearing this.
Fujiwara’s eyes momentarily flashed with a dark gleam.
60%, he really is bold to ask for that much.
"That’s not quite fair. How about you take 40%, and we’ll distribute the rest among ourselves?"
Oda Mori, who had been silent all along, tentatively voiced his opposition.
But a careful observer would notice a shadow flickering in his eyes.
Zorro chuckled deeply, "Does Chairman Oda find my arrangements unreasonable?"
His words, though seemingly cheerful, carried a threat.
Oda Mori shook his head, "How could that be? Since the President has already made arrangements, we naturally have no choice but to comply."
As they left the Presidential Office, the four of them exchanged tense greetings and then went their separate ways, each harboring their own motives.
...
In the villa, Victoria Windsor watched the video on the computer screen, her eyes filled with a cold glint.
"Let’s see what moves those who betray appearances but not intentions will make next."
Hearing this.
Claire Green’s chilly eyes lifted slightly, and a cold, thin smile appeared on her lips.
"If you want to find out, let’s add a little more fuel to the fire."
Then Victoria saw her hands fly across the keyboard, and the screen image abruptly changed.
Then she saw her packaging different files and sending them to Sakura Haru and the others. Victoria couldn’t help but shiver.
She knew the contents of those files all too well, after all, she was the one who found them.
They contained plans on how several families intended to deal with their rivals. Now, with J exposing them like this, the company’s financial issues naturally fell on the rivals.
She sighed, "This strategy of planting false evidence and blame-shifting is quite effective."
Claire Green chuckled lightly, her eyes filled with dark undercurrents.
If you’re going to play the game, you might as well play big.
Presidents can be replaced, and so can those few families.
...
"Chairman, the tech department just received a file."
Fujiwara had just returned to the company when his assistant hurriedly approached with a folder.
Seeing his anxious expression, Fujiwara couldn’t help but curiously take it and open it.
But when his eyes fell on the contents, he suddenly clenched the file tightly. No wonder there was a sudden issue in the company, it was that bastard’s doing.
"Sakura Haru," he gritted his teeth as he spat out the name, and the files in his hands started to crumple under his grip.
After a while, he spoke coldly, "Since he’s ungracious, don’t blame me for stabbing him in the back; no one should get the Windsor shares."
Similar scenarios unfolded with the other three people, and for a time, undercurrents surged among R Nation’s major corporations.
As their companies faced issues, Sakura Haru and his peers had no choice but to focus on their companies for now, delaying the plan to sell off assets.
Compared to their mutual stabs, Victoria was having a laidback time at home, either listening to news from outside or watching Claire play games.
Until Uncle Lin came in and whispered something in Victoria’s ear, she brightened up and spoke softly, "It’s about time."
Claire Green acknowledged, firing a decisive shot with her AWM, taking out the opponent with a headshot, her lips parting slightly: "KO."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Victoria excitedly turned on her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard, the screen changing continuously until she hit the space bar.
"The message has been sent to F Continent International, and those families should be making quite a stir now."
Just as Victoria said, Fujiwara and those families were far from calm. All the elders in the family gathered, each with a grim expression.
"The current situation in the company is bleak. I think it’s time to consider a change in the chairmanship."
"I agree. From what we’ve gathered, F Continent International is aware of our movements, and we can only hand over Fujiwara."
"That’s right. Exchanging one person for the entire family isn’t a loss; otherwise, with F Continent International’s power, we’ll have an even harder time."
Sitting in the main seat, the middle-aged man furrowed his brows, evidently considering the possibility of their words.
After some time.
He sighed, "Let’s do as you say; it’s just unfortunate for Arata."
Every single word from the group reached Victoria and Claire’s ears.
"In prestigious families, familial affection is indeed just for show," Victoria sneered.
This group of people had eyes only for their own interests.
As soon as trouble arose, they pushed someone else to take the fall.
"Because profit is their true foundation," Claire Green said languidly, "if they want to use someone to shoulder this matter, they’ll have to see if I agree."