"Gao Yuan, don’t be unreasonable! We’re here to negotiate, not for you to make outrageous demands!" Xu Jingsong’s face turned ashen.
"Ha! If you consider a surrender ceremony a negotiation, then sure, we are currently negotiating."
"You..."
"Cough! Both of you, we are here today to discuss a practical, out-of-court settlent. Arguing is pointless."
Gao Yuan had played the bad cop, so naturally, Haitang had to step in as the good cop.
Their goal today was not to fall out with Xu Jingsong.
"Mr. Xu, surely you understand that the value of this agreent is far less than what we could obtain in court.
If your offer remains unchanged, then we can only express our deep regret.
Besides, I’ve heard your Uncle is quite interested in the 4% of the group shares that Miss Gao holds in her hands?"
Haitang made her point without going too far, its implication clear, and sure enough, Xu Jingsong’s complexion grew even uglier.
He was very unwilling in his heart.
The Xu Group was not his alone.
The shares of Changqing Biological that Xu Bonian had given him were not without strings attached. In the end, they would have to be deducted from Xu Jingsong’s personal shares and future dividends.
That is to say, the more he gave the other side today, the more it hurt him—how could he accept that willingly?
But if he couldn’t recover that 4% of the group shares today, Xu Bonian would not let him off.
He was silent for a mont, "Changqing Biological is valued at 35 billion, and I can give you 100% of the shares. That’s the biggest concession I can make!"
Gao Yuan knew the ti was almost ripe.
"Changqing Biological is valued at 25 billion, plus another 10 billion in cash or other assets!"
"That’s impossible!"
"So there’s no deal?" Gao Yuan put on her sunglasses, ready to get up and leave.
"Add the villa next to Zhuozheng Garden!" Xu Jingsong’s teeth were clenched so tight they could be heard grinding.
That villa was worth at least 5 billion...
Xu Jingsong’s heart ached uncontrollably.
Gao Yuan glanced at Xu Jingsong, who was on the verge of exploding, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.
"Draft the contract."
...
"Mr. Xu..."
Having left the Zhongtian Law Firm, Cui Jizhong’s voice was careful, as if he feared inadvertently igniting Xu Jingsong’s powder keg.
Yet, Xu Jingsong turned to glance back at the towering building behind him, a bitter and sinister sneer creeping onto his face.
"Don’t get too pleased with yourself! The higher you climb, the harder I’ll make you fall!"
In the river of fate, the larger the waves you stir, the more violent the repercussions that bounce back to you...
...
"Why, though..."
Back in his rented room, ng Lang was hugging his head, studying "For Whom the Bell Tolls."
His serious deanor was as if he had returned to his senior year of high school, facing what for him was the most troubleso logic puzzle...
"The decision to return ho for the ancestral rites was made several days ago; it was an inevitable future even before Uncle Zhang told about it.
But in the previous episodes, no one even ntioned such a tragic event, let alone co across it.
This ans that sothing must have changed my travel plans, coinciding accidentally with that tragic car accident..."
ng Lang read line by line with utmost scrutiny.
"[Wait for to co back; there’s sothing I want to tell you.] That expression gave an odd sense of déjà vu."
"[Thanks to Yan Weiwei’s Porsche 911, I changed my train ticket and got on an earlier high-speed train.]"
Hmm...
Looks like I’ve found the culprit.
ng Lang suddenly grimaced with a toothache.
This guy, not only did he flag down the station, he even personally saw off on my way...
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