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Chapter 86 A Dignified Departure

Ji Fanyin knew that the real eye of the storm was at headquarters, with Lei Guoliang. She needed some time to process everything that this inspection had brought.

The day after Lu Chaoyang and Ji Fanyin returned to Shenzhen, Lei Guoliang summoned Lu Chaoyang alone in a private conference room on the top floor of the headquarters. The meeting lasted for the entire morning.

No one knows exactly what they discussed. But that afternoon, a series of personnel appointments, dismissals, and organizational restructuring notices were quickly issued in Lei Guoliang's name.

First, North China Region: Han Mei has been suspended from her duties and returned to Shenzhen to undergo investigation. The position of General Manager of the North China Region will be temporarily filled by a senior vice president appointed by the headquarters' Operations Management Center.

At the same time, a "North China Business Rectification and Reorganization Leading Group" was established, with Lu Chaoyang as the group leader, to be fully responsible for the follow-up, rectification and reconstruction work in North China, including the Northwest.

Second, Mr. Sun and Mr. Aishan, along with other personnel suspected of violating laws and regulations, were formally dismissed and handed over to judicial authorities for processing. The two branch offices were directly taken over by the headquarters working group for a comprehensive audit and business restructuring.

Third, the Group's Risk Control Department: Its authority has been significantly enhanced, its staffing has been increased, and it has been given the power to conduct preliminary reviews of business operations in each war zone, especially major collaborations and financial transactions, as well as the power to veto them.

Fourth, code of conduct for senior executives: The "Ten Provisions on Integrity, Self-Discipline and Compliance of Senior Management of Anjia Tianxia Group" were promulgated, requiring all managers at the director level and above to sign a commitment letter.

These orders were clear, firm, and decisive, without any hesitation. They swiftly severed Han Mei's ties with the North China region to prevent a resurgence of her influence, and through Lu Chaoyang's personal presence and the expanded authority of the risk control department, they demonstrated that headquarters was reclaiming power.

The determination to strengthen control.

And those ten regulations are like a Damocles' sword hanging over the heads of all senior executives.

When the notification was issued, Su Wanqing was in her office in Shanghai, reviewing a cooperation proposal. Seeing the official document pop up in the OA system, her fingers hovering over the mouse paused slightly before she continued scrolling calmly, her eyes more profound than usual.

She sent Lei Guoliang a brief work report email, adding seemingly casually at the end: "The new headquarters regulations have been studied, and the East China region will strictly implement them and set an example."

Shen Mo was in Guangzhou, having just finished the morning meeting for the Anjia Circle project. Upon seeing the documents, she paused for a few seconds, then chuckled and said to her assistant, "That old hag Han Mei, she's gone too far, hasn't she? I told her long ago not to treat the old man like a fool."

But despite her words, she immediately convened a meeting of the core management team in South China to study the ten regulations and asked everyone to write down their learning experiences.

She called Lei Guoliang, her tone unusually formal: "Mr. Lei, the South China region firmly supports the headquarters' decision and has already organized a study session. I will also strengthen risk management and ensure compliance in the Anjiaquan project."

They all understood the signal behind this silent thunder: times had changed. The era of unbridled growth and fragmented regional powers was over.

What follows is a new era of standardization, centralization, and competition within the established rules. The old records of past achievements are over; now it's a competition of who is cleaner, more obedient, and better able to adapt to the new rules of the game.

Three days later, Han Mei's flight landed in Shenzhen. Without notifying anyone, she walked out of the terminal with only a simple suitcase, just like any other passenger.

She was picked up by Ji Fanyin and an employee from the headquarters administration department in an ordinary minivan.

"President Han." Ji Fanyin looked at her noticeably haggard face and her eyes that had lost their former sparkle, and felt a pang of unease, but her tone remained calm and businesslike: "President Lei is waiting for you in his office. Let's go to the company first."

Han Mei forced a smile, but it looked worse than a grimace: "Thank you for your trouble, Director Ji."

The two remained silent throughout the journey. The car entered the underground parking lot of Anjia Tianxia's headquarters, and the elevator went directly to the top floor.

The corridor was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat. Han Mei stared at the familiar, heavy walnut door, a door she used to be able to knock on at will, confidently reporting her work and demanding resources. Now, however, it felt like the entrance to a courtroom.

Ji Fanyin knocked on the door, and Lei Guoliang's calm voice came from inside: "Come in."

Pushing open the door, the huge office remained spacious and bright. Lei Guoliang sat behind his desk, not getting up as usual, nor even looking up, signing a document.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, bathing him in a halo of light, but also making his face appear somewhat blurred in the backlight, exuding a distant majesty.

"President Lei, President Han has arrived," Ji Fanyin said softly, then nodded to Han Mei, quietly left, and closed the door behind her.

Only the two of them remained in the office. The air seemed to freeze.

Han Mei stood there, looking at the man a few meters away—a man she once knew so well, revered, and even admired. Her throat went dry, and her legs felt like lead. She opened her mouth, wanting to call out "Grandpa," but no sound came out.

Lei Guoliang finally finished signing, closed the folder, and slowly raised his head. His gaze calmly fell on Han Mei's face, without anger, disappointment, or even any emotion, as if he were looking at a strange, insignificant object.

This calmness chilled Han Mei to the bone more than any harsh words, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"You're back," Lei Guoliang said, his voice not loud, but clearly echoing in the empty office.

Han Mei knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down her face.

"Grandpa—I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I have failed your trust, I am not human!" She lay on the ground, her shoulders shaking violently, tears streaming down her face. She was no longer the powerful President Han of the North, but just a woman who had nowhere to turn and was terrified to the extreme.

Lei Guoliang watched her perform, or rather, break down, in silence. Only when her sobs gradually turned into suppressed whimpers did he slowly stand up, walk around the desk, and approach her, but he did not help her up.

"Where did we go wrong?" he asked, his tone still flat.

"I—I failed to manage my subordinates properly, allowing them to run rampant—I was greedy, wanting to make more money—I forgot the rules, forgot your teachings—" Han Mei stammered incoherently.

"Anything else?"

"There's...there's more?" Han Mei looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears.

"Your mistake was treating the platform and power the company gave you as your own private property. Your mistake was thinking that because the emperor was far away, you could do whatever you wanted. Your mistake was forgetting who gave you everything you have today." Lei Guoliang's words were like cold nails, hammering into Han Mei's heart.

Han Mei trembled all over and was speechless.

"Considering your past achievements and your final act of admitting your mistake," Lei Guoliang said, turning around, walking back to his desk, and picking up a pre-prepared document.

"The company will handle the matters in Chang'an and Muqi cleanly, without affecting your personal assets—those clean parts. But you have no right to interfere in the North China region anymore."

He tossed the documents onto the table: "This is a severance agreement and a confidentiality and non-compete agreement. Sign it, take the severance pay stipulated in the agreement, and from now on, you and Anjia Tianxia are even."

Your clean investments and properties are still yours. But from now on, don't let me see you or hear your name in the real estate industry again. Otherwise, you know the consequences.

Han Mei stared blankly at the document. The severance pay was substantial, enough to ensure she would live comfortably for the rest of her life, even making her extremely wealthy.

But this means that she will be completely removed from Anjia Tianxia, ​​from the empire she fought for and regarded as her home.

From then on, Han Mei, the King of the North, was no more in the martial arts world.

It was humiliation, but also liberation.

With trembling hands, she practically crawled over, picked up the pen, and without even glancing at the specific terms, signed her name in the designated spot. The handwriting was crooked, yet the pressure was strong enough to penetrate the paper.

After watching her finish signing, Lei Guoliang pressed the internal call button: "Director Ji, come in for a moment."

Ji Fanyin quickly entered and saw Han Mei kneeling on the ground signing the papers. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she said nothing.

"Take Ms. Han to the Ministry of Justice to complete the formalities. Then," Lei Guoliang looked at Han Mei, his gaze lingering on her face for a final second, a faint, indescribable look flashing within it—perhaps regret, perhaps a sense of finality—"send her away."

"Yes, Mr. Lei." Ji Fanyin stepped forward and gently helped Han Mei up, who seemed to have lost her soul.

Han Mei was supported by Ji Fanyin, her expression blank, as they walked towards the door. Just before stepping out, she looked back one last time.

Lei Guoliang had already sat back down in his chair, picked up another document, his gaze lowered, his profile clearly defined in the light and shadow, calm, profound, and unapproachable.

It was as if she had never existed.

The door closed gently. It sealed away behind them a period of passionate, camaraderie, a journey filled with ambition and desire that ultimately spiraled out of control and led to destruction.

In the corridor, only the sound of Ji Fanyin supporting Han Mei as they slowly walked away, and the silent echo of an era coming to an end, remained.

Inside the office, a new game of chess has already begun.