Xu Chun raised an eyelid, glancing at Huang Yu and Fang Shunli's expressions. He cursed inwardly, "I can only contribute a maximum of 5 billion. Any more and I won't be able to explain it to the board."
That would still leave 1 billion. The Lin family definitely wouldn't contribute 1 billion; they'd still need a scapegoat, a sucker.
"Then I'll personally contribute another 1 billion. I want half of the gas station." Huang Yu wasn't stingy, seizing the opportunity to make an exorbitant demand.
Xu Chun raised an eyelid. "Young Master Yu, isn't that a bit too much?" His unspoken displeasure was clear; being too greedy wouldn't bring any benefit.
"Too much? I don't think it's too much at all. Either we split it in half, or we don't do this project." Huang Yu didn't back down, instead adding a hint of threat. "The Bolin Group can provide high-quality oil; you don't need to worry about rising oil prices."
"Alright, but I want 70% of the construction." Xu Chun seized the opportunity to make his demands. Real estate was indeed profitable, but the foundation was the construction teams. Without construction, how could there be any properties to sell? This is a considerable inco; why not seize the market and let others have it?
"Okay, the remaining three floors will go to Shunli. You've worked hard too." Huang Yu, full of confidence, began distributing profits, easily redistributing the industry's gains in the process. They also created a platform, first inviting celebrities from the entertainnt industry, then bringing in so foreign babes, building up the platform through every possible channel. They were doing exactly what Zhao An's platform was doing, determined to crush him.
While the Bai family villa was still filled with laughter and joy, the Huang family's courtyard was brightly lit. Business had been busy lately, and they were working quite late. Furthermore, Huang Yu had cultivated relationships with several large conglorates: three in Europe, two in the Middle East, one in Japan, one in South Korea, and one in the United States. This was practically a conglorate alliance; no wonder they were so aggressive towards the Bai family—their sheer strength on paper was enough to intimidate.
Inside the Huang family's courtyard house, Huang ng's face was grim. He arrived at the family residence, but no one greeted him; they all ignored him. People with no status, and who would surely be purged later, what did they care about fratricide? That was all nonsense. Why keep them alive for the New Year?
Seeing the family mbers showing him no respect, Huang ng sneered inwardly. His wife, Fang Shuiling, was attending Bai Qingyang's birthday banquet, while he was left to eat the leftovers. It was clear their marriage was in turmoil.
Ignoring everyone else, Huang ng went to the patriarch's study, which was also his father's office. Inside, his mother, Zhou Haiming, was still discussing sothing with his father, Huang Li. They both frowned imperceptibly when he entered.
Zhou Haiming asked in a gentle tone, "What is it?"
"I want five million. I want to go on a trip abroad to relax," Huang ng said, his face still expressionless, seemingly devoid of emotion.
"It's good for him to go out and relax. I'll transfer ten million to you later. Do you have anything else to say?" Zhou Haiming didn't speak harshly; after all, he was her son. Even if he was a eunuch, he was still her son, born after ten months of pregnancy. There was no reason to hold a grudge.
Huang Li, however, was not so patient. He snorted in a gloomy tone, "Now that you have the money, behave yourself. Don't cause trouble, don't waste ti, and speak quickly if you have sothing to say."
"Nothing else." Huang ng was extrely disgusted with his father and turned to leave.
Bang! The door slamd shut. Huang Li slamd his hand on the table. "He's gone too far! What kind of attitude is that!"
"Sigh, forget it, honey. Let him be. He's quite pitiful. Nobody wanted this to happen. I'll give him the money now so he can go out and relax. That way, it won't affect Huang Yu's plans." Zhou Haiming shook her head. Both were her children; it was just a matter of who felt more pain.
Huang ng walked straight through the residence to the old house at the back to pay his respects to his grandfather, Old Master Huang. Having to greet the bodyguards at the gate just to see his grandfather was incredibly humiliating. If Huang Yu ca, he could simply enter without even a word; that was the difference, the disparity.
After waiting a long ti, dical staff finally ca to allow Huang ng to enter, which greatly displeased him. Moreover, even upon entering, he was subjected to a body search, making him feel like he was there to commit a cri.
Old Master Huang sat in a wicker chair reading a newspaper. Beside him was a pot of boiling water, kept warm for making tea. The steaming tea was placed on the table, within easy reach. When Huang ng entered, he didn't even lift an eyelid, nor did he utter a single word.
Huang ng was furious. It was this old man who ruled with absolute power, handing over his business to Huang Yu, that foolish brother, with just a single sentence. The situation was beyond his control, so he lowered his head and said, "Grandpa, I want to travel abroad for a while to relax. It's to say goodbye."
"Hmm." Old Master Huang continued reading his newspaper, saying nothing. Silence was the best deterrent; speaking would be pointless.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Huang ng's eyes. He stepped forward and poured tea for Old Master Huang. "Grandpa, if you feel unwell and need a doctor, please let know. I'll ask Zhao An to co see you." As he spoke, a small, colorless, odorless test tube of dicine was poured into the cup. "Grandpa, please have so tea."
"Hmm, if you have nothing else to do, you can leave." Old Master Huang didn't even glance at his grandson. Since he had already offended him, and his grandson dared to be unhappy, then he wouldn't be so lenient.
Huang ng thought the sa thing: this old bastard should die sooner rather than later. "Okay, Grandpa, I'm leaving now. Take care." He turned and left, and at the corner, he tucked the empty test tube into his anus to avoid detection.
The drug he'd just administered was a slow-acting dication; it would take effect in two weeks, and then it wouldn't be detectable. Besides, Grandpa Huang was already ninety years old, and while he seed as spry and simple as a man, what if sothing went wrong? No one would suspect a thing!
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