Dai Shiya stood in front of the French window, the dazzling city night scene blurred into a halo in her eyes.
The four words "double investment" on the mobile phone screen were imprinted in her mind like a branding iron, and a chill ran up from the soles of her feet to her heart.
Those forces hidden in the dark, like dormant venomous snakes, were spitting out scarlet tongues, waiting for an opportunity to move.
The trust within the family has just been established, but it is treading on thin ice. If you are not careful, it will fall apart again.
She must act as soon as possible, completely crush those conspiracies, and keep the family firmly in her own hands.
Dai Shiya turned around, her eyes as sharp as a hawk, sweeping across the faces of every family member in the conference room.
Some people had admiration in their eyes, some were suspicious and scrutinizing, and some were indifferent.
This made her heart bitter.
She knew that the road to rebuilding trust was much more difficult than she had imagined.
She took a deep breath, walked to the conference table, and tapped the table lightly with her slender fingers, making a steady and powerful rhythm.
"Everyone," she said in a cold and firm voice, "I know that some people still have doubts about me. I understand. After all, what happened before has made everyone distrust me."
There was silence in the conference room, and the air seemed to freeze.
Dai Shiya could feel those suspicious eyes piercing her like needles, which made her feel chilled.
The family, once the warm harbor she longed for, has now become a battlefield full of suspicion and division.
This depressing atmosphere made her almost breathless.
She did not rush to defend herself, but calmly opened a document and projected it on the screen.
It clearly listed the family's recent financial situation and her next development plan.
Every number and every plan has been carefully considered by her, striving to be perfect.
"I know that empty words are not enough," Dai Shiya's voice was full of unquestionable firmness, "I will prove with practical actions that I am worthy of your trust." She swept the crowd with a burning gaze, and finally stopped at the face of an elder who remained silent. "Uncle San, what do you think?"
Dai Shiya did not directly answer Uncle San's question, but walked straight to the projector and called up a complex chart.
The densely packed data on the chart were intertwined like a spider web, dazzling people.
The family members present looked at each other, and doubts spread on the chart she projected.
Some people whispered to each other, while others stared at the screen with frowns, trying to decipher the mystery.
"This is our family's current market share in Southeast Asia, and the dynamics of our competitors." Dai Shiya pointed to one of the curves with a laser pen, "We can see that our market share has continued to decline in the past three months, while our biggest competitor, 'Hongji Group', has been constantly eroding our market."
She paused, and swept her eyes over the crowd, taking in their doubts and confusion.
"I know everyone is worried about the future of the family. I don't deny that we are facing unprecedented challenges." Her tone was calm, but with an unquestionable strength. "
But what I want to tell you today is that I have the confidence and ability to turn this situation around!"
She switched to the next slide, which clearly displayed the words "New Strategy for Southeast Asian Market".
"I plan to increase investment in the Southeast Asian market in the next three months, launch a new product line, and reach strategic cooperation with several of the most influential local companies."
She spoke eloquently, explaining every detail clearly, with clear logic and detailed data, so that the family members who were originally skeptical were gradually infected by her confidence and courage.
The tense face of the third uncle also showed a little relaxation. He adjusted his glasses and nodded thoughtfully.
The atmosphere in the conference room gradually became lively, and the family members began to ask questions enthusiastically, and Dai Shiya also patiently answered them one by one.
Her keen business sense and decisive decision-making ability made everyone look at her with admiration.
The meeting lasted for three hours and ended in a positive atmosphere.
Dai Shiya walked out of the meeting room and took a deep breath.
She knew that this was just the first step.
What she had to do was not only to win the trust of family members, but also to lead the family to a more glorious future.
At this moment, her mobile phone vibrated.
An anonymous text message suddenly appeared on the screen: "The good show has just begun."
As soon as Dai Shiya returned to the office, a strong smell of gunpowder hit her face, and the air was filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Her heart shuddered, and before she could react, the door of the office was kicked open by someone, and wood chips flew everywhere, falling to the ground like a rainstorm.
Several men in black entered one after another, holding sharp blades flashing with cold light, with ferocious smiles on their faces, like bloodthirsty beasts.
The leader was the elder uncle who had been silent in the meeting before. At this moment, he no longer had a trace of his former humility, and his face was full of viciousness.
"Dai Shiya, your good days are over!" The voice of the uncle was hoarse and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, which was chilling.
He waved the short knife in his hand, and the blade reflected a dazzling light under the light. "Don't think that you can control the whole family by being a little clever. Today is your death!"
Dai Shiya was not at all flustered. She sneered and raised a mocking arc at the corner of her mouth.
"Just you? You think too highly of yourself." She dodged the oncoming knife light with a flash of her body, and her movements were as agile as a cheetah.
The blades of those men in black cut through the air, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound, and every swing was full of deadly killing intent.
Outside the meeting room, several family members heard the movement and rushed over.
They looked through the crack in the door and saw the fierce battle in the office, and they couldn't help but take a breath.
Those who were still suspicious of Dai Shiya were stunned at this moment. They had never seen such a nimble Dai Shiya.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Dai Shiya kicked a man in black away, and the man hit the wall heavily and groaned.
Dai Shiya did not give the others a chance to breathe. She shuttled between the black-clad men like a ghost, punching and kicking, and each move contained amazing power.
Just when Dai Shiya was about to subdue the last black-clad man, a black shadow suddenly attacked from behind, bringing a heart-pounding chill.
That man was Uncle San, holding a sharp dagger, and went straight to Dai Shiya's back.
"Be careful!" Wei Qing's scream pierced the sky, and she rushed to Dai Shiya without hesitation, blocking the fatal blow with her body.
The dagger pierced Wei Qing's shoulder, and the blood instantly stained her clothes red, but she just clenched her teeth and did not make any sound.
Dai Shiya's heart trembled suddenly, and an indescribable anger burned in her chest.
She protected Wei Qing behind her, and she glared at Uncle San fiercely, her voice as cold as the cold wind from hell: "You, all deserve to die!"
Dai Shiya supported Wei Qing, her hands trembling, and gently pressed the wound on Wei Qing's shoulder.
Wei Qing smiled weakly on her pale face and said softly, "I'm fine, Shiya, you... be careful."
Dai Shiya held Wei Qing's hand tightly, and a warm current passed from her fingertips to Dai Shiya's heart.
This kind of warmth is the most precious thing in this wealthy family full of calculations.
At this moment, the third uncle laughed coldly. He looked at the two of them, and his tone was full of pride: "It seems that you sisters have a deep affection, but soon you will go to hell together!" He waved to the door, and several men in black came in carrying a huge cage.
In the cage, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
When Dai Shiya saw the person in the cage, her face turned pale instantly. She whispered, "How could it be?"
The person in the cage raised his head, his eyes were empty, and he murmured to himself, "Shiya, save me..."
Dai Shiya's eyes swept through the crowd like a sharp sword, and her voice was full of unquestionable majesty, "Do you think that the crime of betraying the family is limited to this?" She called up several documents again and projected them on the screen.
One piece of shocking evidence after another, like a sharp knife, stabbed the uncle and his gang fiercely.
They secretly colluded with competitors, transferred family assets, and even involved some illegal transactions that were not visible to the public. Each charge was enough to ruin their reputation and put them in jail.
There was an uproar in the conference room, and the family members looked at each other. They couldn't believe that the elders they had always trusted were so despicable and shameless, betraying the family and selling out their interests.
Those who had originally doubted Dai Shiya now completely turned to her and were full of admiration and gratitude for her.
"Dai Shiya, you did a great job!" A respected elder stood up with a cane. His Dai Shiya looked at the reunited family members in front of him, and her heart was full of pride.
She felt the support from the elders of the family, and her heart was full of strength.
This strength came not only from their trust, but also from her own firm belief and unyielding will.
She knew that the future of the family was in her hands, and she would never let everyone down.
She cast her eyes on her third uncle again. At this time, the third uncle had collapsed on the ground, his face was ashen, and he no longer had the arrogance before.
Dai Shiya smiled coldly, she walked in front of the third uncle, looked down at him, and her voice was as cold as ice: "Do you think that the price of betraying the family is just this? Next, I will let you understand what true despair is."
The family was united, and everyone's face was filled with positive brilliance, as if the clouds had dissipated and the sun was shining on the earth again.
However, in this peaceful atmosphere, a shadow quietly shrouded.
Dai Shiya's phone vibrated again, and it was still the anonymous text message: "The show is about to end." She frowned, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in her heart. She knew very well that the real danger had just begun.
She suddenly raised her head and looked out the window. The bright lights of the city seemed to become blurred.
She felt a suffocating sense of oppression in the air. It was the calm before the storm and the sign before the fatal blow. She
felt a chill on her back, but still walked forward firmly, because she knew that she had no way out.
Dai Shiya clenched the phone, her knuckles turned white due to the force, and she murmured: "This is just the beginning."