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Double Betrayal: My Boss Ran Away and My Wife Became a Porn Star
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My name is Hu Ruoyun, and I was the former Deputy General Manager of Yunding Group. This was my first job after graduating from university, and my boss was a brother who used to sleep in the bunk above mine, a friendship built on sharing underwear.
For over a decade, I had been like a donkey, going around the grindstone of the company day after day, year after year. Six months ago, my boss, Jia Huairen, invited me for tea. "You've contributed so much to the company over the years, and I haven't really repaid you. Soon, I'm heading to America to spend some time with my son and wife. You'll take charge of the company's affairs while I'm away. To facilitate your work, I'll change the legal representative to you! I'll also give you 10% of the shares, making you the actual controlling shareholder! You can handle everything as you see fit!"
This gesture moved and excited me deeply. I had every reason to believe that even if one day he became an emperor, he would still let me sit on the dragon throne beneath him.
Before leaving, Old Jia held a meeting for all staff and announced that Yunding Company was officially entering the "Hu Ruoyun Era"! Upon returning from the airport, I was filled with ambition as I began to exercise my powers as General Manager. However, what I didn't expect was that in addition to deep pits awaiting me, there were also enormous burdens.
"Mr. Hu, it's time to pay salaries, but we only have a few dozen dollars in the account!" Sister Liu from the finance department was the first to report this issue.
What on earth? The company had always operated smoothly; how could we be out of money?
"Last week, President Jia withdrew everything!"
"How come I didn't know about this?"
"You weren't in charge at that time!"
I called him up; the phone connected but no one answered. That bear Old Jia must be adjusting to the time difference.
In the past, Yunding had never delayed salary payments; it couldn't be that just as I took charge, things fell apart. After reporting to my wife, I withdrew several hundred thousand from our savings to cover the payroll for the finance department.
But this was just the beginning. Our largest client, Zhao Laicai, the purchasing manager from Golden City Group, called: "Old Hu, according to our contract, it's time for you to deliver our goods!"
I summoned the finance director, marketing director, and production manager. The information I gathered made me break into a cold sweat: over ten companies had paid nearly six million in deposits, yet the unit price of goods specified in the contracts was a full twenty percent lower than normal!
In other words, even with normal production and payments, these orders generated not a single penny of profit.
What was more concerning was that the advance payments had all been transferred to an overseas company, which was shockingly registered under the name of Jiang Xiaoli, identical to Old Jia's wife's name.
I belatedly sensed the taste of conspiracy.
When I called Old Jia again, just as I feared, a cold mechanical voice replied, "Sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service!"
I had been ensnared in a deep and unfathomable trap by my partner, good classmate, and close brother.
I underestimated human nature, especially its darker side, and overestimated interpersonal relationships.
The foreseeable aftermath hit me with countless blows:
Suppliers demanding delivery surged in, armed with black-and-white contracts and advance payment receipts. I needed to deliver goods worth nearly twenty million.
Delivering would mean financial ruin.
Not delivering would lead to lawsuits.
Even if I wasn't afraid of losing money, I couldn't buy raw materials without funds to start production.
My meager savings couldn't fill such a massive hole.
The company was in dire straits, and employees began leaving one after another. Fortunately, everyone understood the situation and didn't pursue anything further.
The suppliers were not so forgiving; because Yunding couldn't deliver goods, court summonses arrived one after another at my hands as the actual controller of the company.
I was also a victim; both the plaintiffs and the court were well aware of this, but it didn't change my legally constrained situation.
When the company was sealed off, I despairingly realized that the four-hundred-square-meter office beneath me had also been mortgaged to the bank by someone with the surname Jia.
I became a defaulter.
Our house and bank savings were all seized and executed.
In an instant, I turned into a "big debtor."
On a macro level, I might never recover in my lifetime; on a micro level, at home, I became a sinner.
Our family of three rented a small two-bedroom apartment, resembling a pigeon coop.
The A6 worth over four hundred thousand sold for less than one hundred thousand, becoming our entire capital for living expenses.
For many years, my wife Liu Fei has been a full-time mother at home while I worked outside. We complemented each other well.
Now, as the saying goes, when it rains, it pours. I’m struggling, and she has started to criticize me in various ways.
"Some people, huh? Weren't you quite impressive? How come now you're nothing at all?" Liu Fei said mockingly while looking in the mirror.
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