Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

"You, you have only been in the company for a few days, yet you can be so presumptuous to me!"

Pan Yong was furious, his face was flushed, and the blue veins on his neck were showing.

Pan Miaomiao was too frightened to speak, and stood silently with her head lowered.

Pan Yijing's face was calm and unaffected by Pan Yong at all.

"Uncle, everyone knows what you've done over the years, so I don't need to say more, right?"

Pan Yong didn't feel guilty at all, "I'm doing all this for the development of the Pan family. It's up to you, a stubborn boy. The old man will believe you, a grandson who appeared out of thin air, if he is confused."

Pan Yijing's face darkened, "Uncle, please show respect. Grandpa is not confused. Grandpa knows all the stupid things you did. If you don't want to make trouble too ugly, you should go out by yourself to avoid being dragged out by the security guards and lose face."

Pan Yong trembled, his eyes widened, "Come on, tell me, what did I do, what did I do, ah?"

Pan Yijing turned his head, "Yang Zhe, take out the information."

"Yes, Mr. Pan."

Yang Zhe walked to the front and handed all the thick stack of documents to Pan Yijing.

Pan Yijing turned page by page, his voice low, "This is the huge sum of 20 million owed by Pan Yong's gambling two years ago, embezzled public funds, and has not yet made up."

Pan Yijing was shocked and pale.

Pan Yijing kept the debts from gambling absolutely confidential. He personally took over the various debt bills, so how could they get into Pan Yijing's hands?

Thinking of this, Pan Yong felt a little more confident in his heart, and replied calmly: "This is a frame-up, I have never gambled, and I have never embezzled public funds, you are framed and framed, in the final analysis, you want to make me Squeeze away the legacy of the old man."

Pan Yijing continued to read as if he hadn't heard it: "This year, high officials were bribed to compete unfairly and compete badly for hotel business. This is a photo."

Pan Yong couldn't believe it, and was still arguing, "You are slandering and spreading rumors. These photos must be synthesized, I don't recognize them."

Pan Yijing raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Yang Zhe took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, "Since you don't admit it, Mr. Pan, you should see if it's true."

Saying that, Yang Zhe inserted the USB flash drive, and a picture appeared on the screen.

Although it was in the dim private room of the bar, one could clearly see Pan Yong hugging the bar lady, diligently persuading the high-ranking officials to drink, and the folds on his face were revealed when he smiled.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm going to rely on you this time. My hotel has been in some trouble recently, and the business of the hotel next door is getting better and better. I...I...you know it."

The person called Mr. Zhang smiled and touched the young lady with a greasy expression.

After hiccupping, the man patted his chest confidently, "Don't worry, Brother Pan, it's all on me."

"Then thank you very much, then I'll give you another toast."

"Haha, brother Pan, you are too polite, I don't have any requirements, just...hehe..."

Pan Yong put down the wine glass and took out a thick envelope, "Brother, I understand everything, I understand everything."

"Well, I'll help you."

The video stopped here, and everyone watched Pan Yong coldly after watching it.

Although there are no permanent friends but only permanent opponents in the shopping mall, although they are involved in business, they are well aware of the professional ethics or rules of the industry. Pan Yong's behavior is naturally disgusting.

"Humph."

An old Dong threw down the Buddha beads in his hand heavily, and said in a stern voice, "Pan Yong, it's a shame that I, an old man, valued you so much in the first place. Now it's a shame to see what you've done."

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, what else do you have to argue?"

Doudou's sweat rolled down his forehead, and then Pan Yong knew that he couldn't underestimate this nephew.