Feud

First Cut in the Boardroom

The first alarm came at 7:12 a.m.

Not from the media. Not from regulators. Not from competitors.

From procurement.

Cheng Inc.’s internal supply dashboard — usually a calm sea of green — turned amber across three critical categories overnight: specialty alloys, precision components, and high-density battery substrates. Not shortages yet — but flags. Delays. Contract renegotiation notices.

By 7:30, amber turned red.

By 8:05, the Chief Operating Officer stopped reading emails and started making calls.

By 8:40, Cheng Yihan’s morning golf session was canceled without explanation.

He arrived at headquarters irritated — and walked into panic.

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The executive floor of Cheng Inc. ran on ritual and ego. Assistants moved like synchronized swimmers. Vice presidents guarded territory like warlords. Normally, problems were filtered, softened, presented with cushions.

Today — no one had time to decorate bad news.

“Where is procurement?” Yihan snapped as he strode into the operations conference room.

“Inside,” someone said quickly.

The room was already full — COO, CFO, Head of Supply Chain, Legal Director, two regional procurement chiefs patched in on screen. No one was smiling.

“Explain,” Yihan ordered, dropping into the head chair.

The Head of Supply Chain swallowed. “We’re experiencing synchronized supplier stress.”

“That is not a sentence,” Yihan said. “It’s a stall. Try again.”

“Three of our Tier-1 suppliers issued conditional suspension notices at dawn.”

“That’s impossible,” the COO said. “They’re under annual lock contracts.”

“They were,” the supply chief corrected quietly. “Control changed.”

“Changed how?”

“Acquired.”

“By whom?”

“We’re still tracing.”

Yihan leaned back, annoyed rather than worried — yet. “So a competitor bought minority stakes and wants to renegotiate margins. Standard leverage play. Counter with penalties.”

“We tried,” Legal said. “Penalty clauses were reassigned with the contracts.”

“That can’t be done without our consent.”

“It was,” Legal replied. “Through upstream holding entities.”

Silence crept in — thin but real.

“Show me,” Yihan said.

The screen lit with corporate trees — layered boxes and lines. Names he recognized at the top — then unfamiliar vehicles below.

Acquisition chains. Quiet. Clean. Fast.

“Whoever did this,” the CFO said, “planned months in advance.”

Yihan scoffed. “Everyone ‘plans months in advance.’ That’s not insight — that’s PowerPoint.”

But he leaned forward now.

Because the trees all ended in the same place.

Not a competitor logo.

A holding structure.

Neutral. Opaque. Professional.

And repeated.

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At 9:15 a.m., across the city, a different boardroom reviewed the same trees — with satisfaction.

Yiyai sat at the far end of a glass table, morning light cutting clean lines across polished wood. No raised voices. No panic. Only metrics.

“Status,” she said.

Her acquisitions director tapped the screen. “Tier-1 supplier cluster — 62% influence secured, 18% conditional alignment, remainder under negotiation.”

“Resistance?”

“Emotional, not financial,” he replied. “They like Cheng relationships.”

“Price cures nostalgia,” she said. “Add performance bonuses.”

“Yes, CEO.”

“Tier-2 dependencies?”

“Already consolidated under Beichang Industrial Platforms.”

“Visibility risk?”

“Minimal. Structures are layered.”

She nodded once.

“Then proceed to Phase Two.”

No applause. No drama.

Precision was quieter than chaos.

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Back at Cheng Inc., the temperature rose.

“Call them,” Yihan ordered. “All of them. Direct.”

“We did,” procurement said. “They’re polite — and firm.”

“Meaning?”

“They say new strategic alignment prevents legacy pricing.”

“Legacy pricing?” he repeated incredulously. “We are their largest buyer.”

“Were,” the CFO corrected.

He shot him a glare.

“Who is the buyer now?” Yihan demanded.

“That’s the problem,” Legal said. “The acquirer isn’t buying output — only control.”

That landed.

Control buyers didn’t want margin.

They wanted leverage.

“Hostile,” the COO murmured.

“Targeted,” Legal added.

Yihan’s jaw tightened. “Competitor.”

“No,” Legal said slowly. “Competitors go loud. This is… surgical.”

“Same difference.”

“Not at this scale.”

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The emergency executive meeting was called at 9:40.

Board members patched in remotely. Two cut vacations short. One joined from an airport lounge, tie half-knotted.

The Chairman — Yihan’s father — entered last.

He did not rush. Power never rushed.

“Report,” he said.

Slides rolled. Supplier exposure. Contract transfer maps. Margin impact projections. Production risk windows.

Numbers replaced comfort.

“How long until disruption?” the Chairman asked.

“Forty-five days if nothing changes,” operations said.

“Mitigation?”

“Alternate suppliers are locked.”

“By?”

“Same buyer clusters.”

The Chairman steepled his fingers.

“Cost to break?” he asked.

“High.”

“How high?”

The CFO named the number.

Several board members swore.

“This is coordinated,” the Chairman said.

“Yes.”

“Political?”

“Not directly.”

“Then commercial.”

“Yes.”

Yihan leaned forward. “We counter-acquire.”

“Targets are already consolidated,” acquisitions replied. “Premium would be extreme.”

“Then pay it.”

The CFO shook his head. “Liquidity strain would spook markets.”

Yihan slammed the table. “So we sit and bleed?”

“No,” the Chairman said calmly. “We identify the attacker.”

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By noon, market whispers began.

Not headlines — murmurs. Procurement anomalies. Quiet buying patterns. Structured vehicles appearing repeatedly in mid-tier industrial assets.

Analysts noticed shapes before names.

Cheng Inc.’s stock dipped 3%.

Not a crash.

A question mark.

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At 12:30 p.m., Yiyai approved the next sequence.

“Release the logistics re-routing,” she said.

“Partial or full?” operations asked.

“Partial. Enough to raise freight costs 11%.”

“Yes.”

“Notify aligned suppliers we are activating priority clauses.”

“Done.”

“Do not mention Cheng.”

“Understood.”

She checked the time.

Right on schedule.

War was rhythm.

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At 1:10 p.m., Cheng Inc.’s COO received the second alarm.

Transport costs spiked across contracted routes — not from fuel, not from weather — from priority reassignment. Their freight lanes had been deprioritized by two major carriers.

“Why?” he demanded on speakerphone.

“Capacity optimization,” the carrier said smoothly. “Strategic partner activation.”

“We are a strategic partner.”

“Not at the highest tier.”

“Since when?”

“Since yesterday.”

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The executive floor stopped pretending this was coincidence.

“This is a squeeze,” Legal said.

“Yes,” the Chairman agreed. “Vertical.”

Yihan paced. “Name them.”

“We’re tracing,” compliance said. “But the holding structures loop through Beichang-linked financing arms.”

The room paused.

“Beichang?” Yihan repeated. “The investment group?”

“Yes.”

“Why would they care about us?”

“They’re expanding industrial control.”

“Everyone is expanding.”

“Not like this.”

Yihan waved it off — but slower than before. “Set a meeting.”

“They declined,” investor relations said quietly.

“Declined?”

“Through counsel.”

His irritation sharpened into anger. “No one declines Cheng Inc.”

“Someone just did.”

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Flash — memory intruded without invitation.

Dinner table. Five nights ago.

I own twelve percent, she had said.

He had dismissed it as theatrics.

He did not dismiss it now.

“Pull Beichang’s exposure to our instruments,” he ordered.

The CFO typed fast. Cross-referenced lender trees. Funding vehicles. Structured notes.

His face changed.

“What?” the Chairman asked.

“…Indirect exposure exists,” the CFO said slowly.

“How indirect?”

“Layered — but real.”

“How much?”

“Enough to influence rollover sentiment.”

Silence followed like a closing door.

Yihan stopped pacing.

He saw her — not as the dirty child on the stairs — but the woman at the gate. Calm. Precise. Unafraid.

I can tighten it, she had said.

No theatrics.

Just math.

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“Get me Beichang’s CEO,” Yihan said.

“They don’t take direct calls,” investor relations replied.

“Then go through banking channels.”

“Already trying.”

“Try harder.”

He turned to Legal. “Pressure points.”

“None obvious.”

“Everyone has pressure.”

“Not documented.”

He hated that answer.

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At 2:05 p.m., his phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

He almost ignored it — then answered.

“Yes.”

“Good afternoon,” a calm female voice said. “I’m calling regarding your supplier escalation.”

“Who is this?”

“Someone you’ve been trying to identify all morning.”

He froze — just slightly.

“Name,” he demanded.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

A pause — almost amused.

“Cheng Yiyai,” she said.

The room noise vanished behind the sound of his pulse.

“You,” he said flatly.

“Me.”

“You’re behind this.”

“Behind what?” she asked mildly.

“Don’t play games.”

“I don’t. I structure outcomes.”

“You’re attacking Cheng Inc.”

“I’m re-pricing risk.”

“You think this is revenge.”

“I think this is accounting.”

His grip tightened on the phone. “You don’t have the scale.”

“I do.”

“You don’t have the reach.”

“I do.”

“You don’t have the nerve.”

A soft breath — almost a laugh.

“I came to dinner,” she said. “That should have answered that.”

“What do you want,” he snapped.

“You already asked that.”

“And you dodged.”

“No,” she said. “You didn’t listen.”

He lowered his voice. “You’re making an enemy of your own blood.”

“Blood made the first enemy,” she replied. “I’m just closing the file.”

“You think you can break us.”

“I think,” she said quietly, “you built your fortress on suppliers I now own.”

Silence.

“Board meeting,” she added. “See you there.”

The line clicked dead.

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He looked up slowly.

Every executive in the room was watching him.

“Well?” the Chairman asked.

Yihan swallowed once.

“It’s her,” he said.

“Who?”

He answered without hesitation now — without disbelief — without scorn.

“Yiyai.”

Shock traveled the table like electricity.

The Chairman did not look surprised.

Only thoughtful.

“Then,” the old lion said softly, “the first cut has already landed.”