The God of Wealth starts with doing whatever you want

The emergency meeting of the Jockey Club's board of directors lasted until 3 a.m.

The proposal by Cheng Yu-ming was passed with four votes in favor, two votes against, and one abstention.

Three days later, at 10 a.m.

An official letter bearing the gold wax seal of the Hong Kong Jockey Club was delivered by a special envoy to Xu Yun's hotel suite.

The letter was concise and restrained:
"...After deliberation by the Board of Directors, it was agreed to accept Mr. Xu Yun's total payout from the fourth race, sixth round, amounting to HK$4.35 billion, in exchange for 0.8% of the shares of the Hong Kong Jockey Club Limited, and to grant him an observer seat on the Board of Directors (for a period of one year, subject to performance evaluation, which may lead to his conversion to a full director)..."

The relevant legal documents are ready. Please complete the formalities at the 22nd floor of the Alexandra House in Central within three working days…

0.8%.

This number may seem insignificant to ordinary people, but at the Hong Kong Jockey Club, a special apex of the pyramid, it represents an unprecedented concession.

It's worth noting that the largest single shareholder of the Hong Kong Jockey Club holds only 3.2% of the shares, a percentage accumulated over three generations and nearly a century of development within the racecourse.

Most of the remaining shareholders hold between 0.1% and 0.5% of the shares, and all of them are long-established families who have been involved in Hong Kong's political and business circles for decades.

Xu Yun used a single match to tear open this door that had been tightly closed for a century.

Ruan Shaohua examined the letter repeatedly, his fingers tracing the gold-embossed numbers, his voice trembling slightly: "Brother Xu...it's...really done?"

"It's done."

Xu Yun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her back to him, speaking calmly as if she were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with her.

The Victoria Harbour outside the window shimmered in the sunlight, and cruise ships slowly passed by, leaving long white trails in their wake.

This city has never lacked legends, but from today onwards, a new name will be added to the list of legends.

A young man from mainland China who spent over four billion yuan to buy tickets to the racecourse.

"But……"

Ruan Shaohua hesitated for a moment, then asked, "A board observer... does that count as real power?"

“Observers do not have voting rights, but they have the right to attend all board meetings and access all non-confidential documents.”

Fu Baoying came out from the inner room of the suite.

She had changed into a sharp dark gray suit, her long hair styled in a bun, revealing her slender neck.

"More importantly, this identity is a passport."

With it, Mr. Xu, or rather his agent, could legitimately enter the innermost circle of the Jockey Club and gain access to information and connections that were previously kept strictly confidential.

As she said this, her gaze fell on Xu Yun's back, her expression complex.

She barely slept a wink all night after the standoff in the private room three days ago.

Xu Yun's words, "Some positions should be filled by different players," kept echoing in her mind.

She knew all too well how deep the waters ran within the Jockey Club, and she knew all too well what kind of open and covert attacks she would face if she went back.

But she wasn't afraid.

"Boying."

Xu Yun turned around, his gaze falling on her face, and said, "You can sit in this observer's seat."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Fu Baoying's fingers tightened slightly, her knuckles turning white.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but no sound came out.

"I won't stay in Hong Kong for long."

Xu Yun walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the coffee that had long since gone cold from the coffee table, took a sip, and said, "This position needs someone to be stationed here permanently. We need someone who knows the business, understands the rules, and, more importantly, understands what those people are thinking."

You are the most suitable candidate.

"But Brother Xu."

Ruan Shaohua couldn't help but interject, "Back when Sister Baoying was at the horse racing club, those people..."

"So you ostracize her? Suppress her? And ultimately force her to leave?"

Xu Yun took over the conversation, speaking calmly, and said, "So this time, I want them to understand that she is not going back to beg for handouts; she is going back with shares and as a board observer."

Behind her stood that 0.8% stake, the power to demand audits and question decision-making at any time.

He put down his coffee cup, the ceramic cup clinking against the glass tabletop with a crisp sound.

“Baoying, you only need to do one thing: be assertive and confident.”

Fu Baoying's eyes suddenly felt hot.

She said, "I understand, but this 0.8% of the shares is still nominally in your name; I am just your agent."

Those shrewd people can see through the deception at a glance.

"So you need a formal identity."

Xu Yun took a document out of his briefcase, pushed it in front of her, and said, "This is a power of attorney that I had my lawyer draft, authorizing you to hold this 0.8% equity stake on my behalf and exercise all shareholder rights."

also……"

He then produced another equity transfer agreement.

“I will transfer this 0.3% of the shares to your personal name. It’s not an agency agreement; it’s a real ownership.”

“Xu Yun, this…” Fu Baoying was completely stunned.

A 0.3% stake in the Jockey Club is worth at least HK$1 billion at current valuations.

More importantly, with this real equity stake, she is no longer just an agent, but a true shareholder and a member of that circle.

"Take it."

Xu Yun said calmly, "I'm not interested in horse racing anyway, so I trust you with my opinion."

Fu Baoying's fingers gently traced the transfer agreement; the paper felt cool, yet it seemed to transmit warmth through her fingertips to her heart.

She recalled her ambitions many years ago when she first entered the Jockey Club's management trainee program.

I remember those days of staying up all night studying horse racing data and running around to different stables.

I also recalled the frustration I felt later, when I finally managed to become the head of Sha Tin Racecourse, but I still couldn't hold my head up in front of those established families on the board of directors.

She learned one thing during those years.

In this circle, without your own chips, you'll always just be a pawn.

And now, the chips are right in front of her.

Although she now holds hundreds of billions in assets and may not need this at all, it has a different meaning.

"it is good."

She finally nodded and said firmly, "I'll take this seat."

At 2 p.m. that day, at the Alexandra House in Central.

Zhou Yongnian, the legal counsel for the Hong Kong Jockey Club, was already waiting in the conference room.

Also present with him was a sprightly elderly man with a full head of white hair, the board secretary, Lin Boqian.

He is 74 years old this year and has served the Jockey Club for a full 50 years.

Xu Yun only brought Fu Baoying with him.

The signing process was so brief it was almost callous.

The legal document was over two hundred pages long. Zhou Yongnian intended to explain it line by line, but Xu Yun flipped directly to the last page and signed his name in each place where a signature was required.

"Mr. Xu, won't you take a look at the terms?" Lin Boqian pushed up his reading glasses, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

"No need."

After signing the last clause, Xu Yun closed his pen and smiled, "The Jockey Club has a century-old reputation; they wouldn't tamper with the contract."

Moreover…

He looked up at Lin Boqian and smiled slightly, saying, "If there really is a problem, I believe Miss Fu will find out."

She is now my authorized representative and the holder of this 0.3% stake.

Lin Boqian turned his gaze to Fu Baoying, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He had known this woman for many years.

From her early days as a management trainee to becoming the youngest manager at Sha Tin Racecourse.

He admired her abilities, but he also understood the helplessness she felt when she left back then.

I never expected her to come back in this way.

"Miss Fu."

Lin Boqian stood up, nodded slightly, and smiled, "Welcome back."

The simple phrase "Welcome back" contains so much unsaid.

Fu Baoying accepted the greeting readily, extended her hand to shake his, and smiled, "I hope Uncle Lin will give me more guidance in the future."

"Regarding the first meeting attended by board observers..."

Zhou Yongnian opened his schedule and said, "It's set for next Tuesday at 10 a.m.

In addition, as is customary, new shareholders are required to attend this quarterly horse owners' social dinner, which will be held this Friday evening at the top of the members' grandstand at Happy Valley Racecourse.

“I will attend on time,” Fu Baoying replied.

All the formalities were completed by 4 p.m.

As I walked out of the Lishan Building, the setting sun slanted down through the gaps between the tall buildings, casting a warm golden hue on the cold glass curtain wall.

Fu Baoying carried the heavy stack of documents, her steps unsteady, as if she were walking on clouds.

"How are you feeling?" Xu Yun asked.

"It's like a dream."

Fu Baoying smiled and said honestly, "And it's a dream I never dared to dream before."

Xu Yun smiled but didn't say anything.

Just then, Ruan Shaohua called, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Brother Xu! I just received a confirmation letter from the Jockey Club, I'm a Diamond Member!"
My dad almost smashed his teacup when he found out! He spent twenty years working his way up to platinum, and I just…”

"Calm down."

Xu Yun interrupted him, saying, "Membership level is just the threshold. The real value lies in the people within that circle. I don't need to teach you what to do next, do I?"

"Understood! I'll compile the schedule of all the Jockey Club's social events this year this weekend, and figure out which ones are worth attending and which people I can get to know!"

Ruan Shaohua's voice was full of energy as he said, "By the way, Brother Xu, my dad said... he'd like to invite you to dinner to thank you in person."

"Let's talk about it later." Xu Yun glanced at his watch and replied, "I have some things to take care of these next few days."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Fu Baoying: "Give Shaohua some pointers from time to time."

He's quick-witted, but he's still young, and he might not always know how to handle situations appropriately.

"I will."

Fu Baoying nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "You...are you leaving Hong Kong?"

"My flight is tomorrow afternoon."

So fast.

Fu Baoying felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, but maintained a calm expression: "Is there an emergency on the mainland?"

"I've been here for almost a week, it's time to go back."

Xu Yun spoke vaguely, then said, "Before I leave, there are a few things I need to tell you. Let's have dinner together tonight, just the two of us."

Dinner was at a quiet, private restaurant hidden in an old tenement building in Wan Chai. It had no signboard and only regulars knew the doorbell code.

The private room wasn't large; you could see clothes drying in the narrow alley downstairs and the faint lights of the harbor in the distance just by opening the window.

The dishes were ordered by Fu Baoying; they were all authentic Cantonese stir-fries, full of wok hei (the smoky aroma imparted by a hot wok).

The two talked for a long time.

The backgrounds and weaknesses of the established shareholders of the Jockey Club, the delicate factional balance within the board of directors, and the important race schedule for the next six months.

It even goes so far as to specify which horse has potential and which trainer is worth recruiting.

Fu Baoying was surprised to find that although Xu Yun was not as familiar with the specific operations of the horse racing club as she was, his grasp of people's hearts and his insight into the distribution of interests were frighteningly accurate.

He could always glean hidden clues from a single detail in her description.

"Chen Wenbin has been transferred."

When Fu Baoying talked about the news she heard today, she said, "He has been transferred to the Charity Affairs Department as deputy director, which is a demotion in name only."

The board needs someone to take responsibility for this loss, and he's the best fit.

"As expected."

Xu Yun refilled her teacup and said with a smile, "But he won't be content. This person has ability, he's just unlucky."

If there's an opportunity in the future, I can lend him a hand.

Of course, this should be done when he's desperate and has nowhere else to turn.

Fu Baoying noted it down.

She used to think that Xu Yun didn't care about anything, but after this incident, her opinion of her husband changed drastically.

Because once he gets serious, he's truly outstanding.

The conversation gradually shifted from business to personal matters.

Fu Baoying talked about her years of hard work in Hong Kong, and the loneliness of being left alone there after her parents passed away at a young age.

Reflecting on the years spent busy with my career, I realize how quickly I've reached this age.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, look at the empty apartment, and suddenly I miss you...

She had drunk some wine, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her tone carried an unusual vulnerability.

Xu Yun listened quietly without interrupting.

"I actually really liked children when I was a child."

Fu Baoying swirled her wine glass, her eyes somewhat glazed, and said, "Back then, I thought I should have at least two children, one boy and one girl."

But later, during a medical checkup, the doctor said I had a congenital condition... a 'stone woman' (meaning my uterus is underdeveloped), and that I had almost no chance of conceiving.

She used very professional medical terminology, and spoke calmly, as if she were talking about someone else's business.

But Xu Yun saw a fleeting pain in her eyes.

That was the regret of a woman, a woman who longed to be a mother, buried deep beneath a strong exterior for many years, occasionally peeking out, still sharp as a knife.

"Medicine is advancing," Xu Yun said softly.

"I know."

Fu Baoying smiled, though the smile seemed forced, and said, "I've tried many methods, including traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, and even considered surrogacy."

But then I realized, maybe this is fate. Instead of forcing it, I should focus my energy on what I can do well.

She raised her glass: "So I am very grateful to you, Xu Yun, you gave me a chance to prove myself again, a position where I can truly stand firm."

This is more important than anything else.

Xu Yun clinked glasses with her and drank it all in one gulp.

But a certain idea had already quietly taken shape in his mind.

He summoned the system.

A slight warmth spread through my palm, and a transparent crystal the size of a fingernail appeared in my hand. Inside, a pale golden liquid flowed slowly, pulsating as if it were alive.

All he had to do next was get Fu Baoying to take it.

The two returned home.

Fu Baoying had just finished showering and was wearing a bathrobe, drying her hair, when she came out and saw Xu Yun holding a pill in his hand.

She asked curiously, "What is this?"

"poison."

Xu Yun smiled and pushed the water glass in front of her, saying, "Do you dare to eat it?"

"What wouldn't I dare to do?"

Fu Baoying had no doubts, smiled, took the medicine, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it with water.

Even if it were poison, Xu Yun would still take it if he wanted to.

The crystals melted upon entering the throat, and the pale golden liquid flowed down the esophagus.

Upon contact with the stomach wall, it transforms into countless invisible nano-units, merges into the bloodstream, and surges throughout the body.

Fu Baoying suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her, and her eyelids felt so heavy that she couldn't lift them.

"I... feel a little dizzy..." she murmured.

"Maybe he's tired."

Xu Yun helped her up and said, "Let me help you to rest."

He helped Fu Baoying into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed.

She fell into a deep sleep almost the instant her head touched the pillow.

Xu Yun stood by the bed and watched her quietly for a while.

This is a side effect of the medication; she'll feel better after a nap.

The light from outside the window shone through the sheer curtains, casting soft shadows on her face.

As she slept, she lost the competence and sharpness of the day, appearing quiet and vulnerable.

Xu Yun bent down and gently brushed away the stray hairs from her forehead.

Sweet dreams.

He said softly, "I hope this gift will help you have fewer regrets in your life."

After saying that, he turned and left the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

At this moment, a silent revolution is taking place within Fu Baoying's body.

Those nano-units are precisely positioned in the uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes... all congenitally underdeveloped areas.

Like the most exquisite craftsmen, they used genes as blueprints and cells as raw materials to begin a silent process of reshaping and regeneration.

This process will last twelve hours.

During this time, Fu Baoying will remain asleep, her body will feel slightly warm, but she will not feel any pain.

Xu Yun did not leave immediately.

He sat down on the sofa in the living room and closed his eyes to rest.

At three o'clock in the morning, he went into the bedroom and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Fu Baoying's breathing was steady and her body temperature was normal.

The effects of the medication began to take full hold.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally leaned down and kissed her forehead.

Then, the lips.

Fu Baoying unconsciously responded to the kiss in her sleep.

Her body was soft and warm, carrying the fresh scent of a bath.

Xu Yun's movements were very light and slow, as if he were handling a fragile treasure.

This is not an impulse, but a calculation.

The system description includes a small line of text: "Appropriate physiological stimulation during the repair process can promote blood circulation in the reproductive system and optimize the remodeling effect."

As night deepened, Hong Kong outside the window gradually fell asleep.

In this apartment alone, two lonely hearts find solace and support in each other.

At five o'clock in the morning, Xu Yun got up and covered Fu Baoying with a blanket.

She was still fast asleep, her face flushed with a healthy rosy glow, and there was even a faint smile on her lips, as if she were having a sweet dream.

Xu Yun left a note on the bedside table and turned to leave.

The door closed gently.

Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, and the first rays of dawn appeared on Victoria Harbour.

A new day begins.

Xu Yun himself also left Hong Kong by private jet.

Some changes have already been quietly sown, waiting for time to take root, sprout, blossom, and bear fruit.

As for whether she could successfully "get pregnant" like the other two women, Xu Yun didn't know.

But at least, he gave her a possibility.

A complete, unregretful possibility that belongs to her alone.

That's enough. (End of Chapter)