Return to 88: Starting from Marrying My Sister-in-law

The wine glasses clinked lightly, producing a crisp but short sound.

The dark red Romanée-Conti swayed on the glass, reflecting the flickering firelight from the fireplace in the study, as well as Lu Yang's smug satisfaction at being in complete control of the situation, and Sun Yansheng's face, which was trying to remain calm but could not hide his disappointment and regret.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Sun."

Lu Yang maintained a perfectly measured smile, tinged with the afterglow of victory, as he downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, as if he were drinking not an expensive vintage, but the very fruit of this exhilarating victory.

Sun Yansheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he forced a smile before drinking the wine in his glass. But the mellow wine tasted bitter indescribably at that moment.

Looking at his young opponent, he felt a profound sense of powerlessness for the first time.

The echo of Lu Yang's "Deal" still seemed to linger in the study, reminding him that he had gone from being a high-and-mighty extortionist to being precisely manipulated and forced to compromise.

Robert, the butler, appeared silently at the door, holding several freshly printed documents that still smelled of ink.

"Mr. Lu, the contract has been drafted according to the framework you previously instructed,"

Lu Yang's chairman assistant, Xu Siqi, followed closely behind, her voice slightly excited and filled with admiration for Lu Yang. She broke the brief silence and handed the documents to Lu Yang and Sun Yansheng respectively.

"Please take a look."

Sun Yansheng numbly accepted the contract, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed clauses. The core information stung his eyes: exchange 20% of Wanyan Electronics' equity for Lu Yang's 1% equity in Xiaoshentong Electronics.

such a result.

Although he was unwilling, he knew that this might be the best outcome he could achieve, and the only way to prevent his Wanyan shares from becoming worthless in the future.

He sighed deeply, slumped back onto the sofa, and his hand trembled slightly as he picked up the pen.

"Mr. Sun, please sign."

Lu Yang's voice was gentle, but carried an undeniable urgency, "After you sign, I need to arrange to return to China as soon as possible to handle the remaining matters. President Jiang is still waiting for me to go back and 'catch up' with her."

A meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Wan Yan Electronics has come this far, and all that's left is for Sun Yansheng to sign the contract. Once that's done, there will be no more suspense, and it will be as if they've already secured the company. As for going back to catch up with someone, they'll naturally ask their old friend to voluntarily give up his position.

So as not to make things difficult for my younger brother!
"Swipe."

Sun Yansheng eventually signed his name on the contract.

Lu Yang then got the contract.

Turn around and leave.

"Shouldn't we wait until the banquet is over? There are many important guests here tonight, and several state legislators would like to meet the mysterious guests from the East..."

Sun Yansheng caught up with him.

Lu Yang's mind flashed to the image of a white woman standing hand in hand with old man Michael, her face as white as a zombie, her pores so large that even foundation couldn't cover them, her V-neck dress plunging almost to her navel, and her breasts sagging.

Lu Yang frowned hard, his eyes hurt a little, and he walked even faster.

"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Maybe next time. I have to go back to China first. There are still things waiting for me to take care of back home."

It felt like a gust of wind had risen beneath my feet.

Went downstairs.

Sun Yansheng couldn't even catch up, and Lu Yang had already led his men away from the crowded banquet hall.

I almost ran into Sir Michael and that female member of parliament again just now. The female member of parliament even raised her glass to him from afar and made a kissing gesture.

Leave the noisy environment.

Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest: That was close.

Who would want to know a female senator who's like an old witch?
Xu Shiqi, clutching the folder, chuckled behind him; it was rare to see her boss so disheveled.

When is the earliest I can fly back to China?

Lu Yang glared at her fiercely.

Xu Siqi stuck out her tongue, opened the folder, and nodded seriously: "There's a flight at 9 a.m. tomorrow, heading to Gangcheng International Airport..."

Lu Yang nodded and walked forward, "Back to the hotel."

. . .

Star City.

Wanyan Electronics Headquarters Building.

After a morning of negotiations and heated exchanges, the Asian Audiovisual Foundation delegation, represented by Li Zekai, finally showed expressions of victory.

It became.

The other party agreed to help.

The signs of easing are a good thing; all that remains is to finalize the amount.

"One hundred million US dollars, Mr. Jiang. We are very sincere in offering this amount. Whether you use it to start a business and build another business empire of your own, or to enjoy financial freedom for the rest of your life, it's enough..."

Jiang Wanli was clearly somewhat persuaded.

He hesitated for only a few seconds, then looked up and said, "I want two hundred million US dollars. Anything less than that is not worth discussing."

He must have calculated this price; it's roughly equivalent to him giving Wan Yan Electronics a valuation.

He dared to ask for 200 million US dollars for 31% of Wan Yan Electronics' stock, which shows that in his mind, the entire Wan Yan Electronics company is worth at least 600 to 700 million US dollars.

The extra 1% of shares was considered a gift from him to the other party.

Li Zekai frowned, feeling a surge of annoyance at the other party's insatiable greed. However, he remembered his father Li Ka-shing's instructions before his death: this Wan Yan Company was the key to whether the Li family could revitalize the VCD business and dominate the domestic and even global VCD market through the Asian Audiovisual Fund.

So he persisted, saying, "Two hundred million US dollars? Mr. Jiang, you really know how to ask for an exorbitant amount. How about this, I'll add another 2000 million US dollars to show my sincerity..."

Jiang Wanli shook his head, staring at the young man's face opposite him, and said, "No, that's not enough sincerity. Two hundred million US dollars, not a penny less."

"boom!"

Li Zekai was annoyed by his stubbornness and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "Don't go too far. If it weren't for the fact that your lousy company still holds some VCD technology invention patents, and that you are the first VCD company in China, representing its milestone beginning, do you think your current business situation and the 31% of shares you hold are worth 100 million US dollars? Even if you convert it to RMB, I would think it's too much."

Jiang Wanli retorted sharply, a mocking look on his face. "Young man, you just said it yourself. As the world's first VCD manufacturer, Wanyan Electronics holds all the basic invention patents for VCDs. That's why it's worth this price. If you don't like it, you can leave. I'm not begging you to come and buy my stock." Through the probing of various investors over this period, Jiang Wanli had begun to realize just how important those VCD invention patents, which he had initially overlooked but which another investor had emphasized and insisted on the company spending time and effort registering, truly were.

How could it possibly be sold off cheaply?

Moreover, the family that has come to him to buy his shares in Wanyan Electronics is the Li family, one of the four major families in Hong Kong. It is no secret that the Li family has taken the lead in establishing the Asian Audio-Visual Fund, aiming at the red ocean of the domestic VCD market and attempting to monopolize it.

Who would let such a good opportunity to take advantage of?

Li Zekai glared at Jiang Wanli, but ultimately gritted his teeth, swallowed his anger, and snorted, "150 million US dollars, is that enough sincerity? I've already added 50 million US dollars in total, so it's time for you, Mr. Jiang, to back down. Let's take a middle value; it's fair to everyone..."

Jiang Wanli interrupted him, saying sarcastically, "Why should I agree to your compromise? Why should I? Can't I not compromise at all? Two hundred million US dollars. If you agree, I'll sign the equity transfer agreement today. If you don't agree, you can go back and ask your father, Li Ka-shing. Think it over carefully next time."

He was certain he had the other party under his thumb.

Li Zekai, who was ridiculed for being immature, suddenly had a fierce look on his face. Just as he was about to get up and flip the table, his two assistants came forward and held the table down for him.

One of them put his mouth close to his ear.

They must have something to say.

After hearing these words, Li Zekai's face first showed anger, and then he nodded almost imperceptibly: "I understand."

The old man went too far this time, ostensibly sending him to the mainland to represent the Asian Film and Television Foundation.

In reality, someone else was sent behind the scenes, who could even make decisions for Li Zekai at crucial moments.

That's the situation right now.

The old man in the family was clearly not satisfied with his negotiation performance, feeling that he had wasted the most precious time.

time is money.

Having already spent $150 million, why would they care about this last $50 million?

The old man is right.

The Asia Film and Television Fund is primarily owned by the Lee family's Cheung Kong Holdings, making it the largest shareholder and thus, the patriarch's decision-making power rests with him.

Figured this out.

Li Zekai stood up, took a mermaid-colored sweet potato from the man across the conference table, and said, "Deal. Two hundred million it is. Sign the contract now, and I guarantee I'll arrange the payment today."

really.

It turns out it really is possible to control it.

Jiang Wanli was so excited that his eyebrows furrowed. He stood up and shook hands with the other person, saying, "Young Master Li, please don't take offense. I've always been like this; I'm not very good at talking."

But I assure you, I have absolutely no ill intentions towards your Li family, and I can roughly guess your purpose. Rest assured, once the contract is signed and the money is in hand, I will not only transfer the shares to you, but I will also help you contact Sun Yansheng, a Chinese director overseas, and have him support your Li family at the board meeting as he supports me. In this way, your Li family can also hold the position of chairman and president of Wanyan Electronics, just like me. You can send anyone to firmly control this company.”

For the sake of the money, we'll try our best to provide adequate after-sales service.

Li Zekai thought to himself: You fucking swindled me out of two hundred million US dollars. With your pile of junk and a market share of less than a decimal point, if it weren't for those patents, would I even bother with you?

He chuckled and said, "Yes, yes, don't worry. If Mr. Jiang starts anew and makes a new invention, I look forward to cooperating with you again."

This is a veiled criticism of others, suggesting they only have entrepreneurial skills but lack the ability to maintain what they have.

Jiang Wanli either didn't understand, or he did understand but was pretending not to.

While the teams from both sides were preparing the contract together, he chatted with the other party for a few more minutes and then started patting the other party on the shoulder, pontificating in an old-fashioned manner.

"Let me tell you, the patent for Wan Yan Electronics originally belonged to a man surnamed Lu. He insisted on it and forced me to apply for it. He has been making things difficult for me all these years. His purpose is self-evident: he wants to take over the company for himself."

"Your Li family is now trying to steal our thunder."

"However, it's no use just coming here. You also need to send people overseas. My friend, Sun Yansheng, a Chinese director, isn't very interested in business in mainland China. He's a pure businessman, even more so than me. As long as your Li family, well, is willing to pay the price, hehe... he'll definitely agree to sell to you without hesitation."

With these two hundred million US dollars, even if he lost Wanyan Electronics, he could make a comeback. So at this moment, Jiang Wanli began to speak with a hint of arrogance.

But what he said really hit the nail on the head.

Although Li Zekai found him annoying, he still put on a look of relief and understanding: "Mr. Jiang, you are right. To be honest, my father has also sent people to North America. I believe good news will come soon."

"That's good."

Jiang Wanli threw his head back and laughed heartily, "Your Li family is just about to get rich. If someone knew that the company they had painstakingly worked on for three or four years had suddenly changed hands, and they would always be the perennial runner-up who never got any candy, just thinking about it would make them really happy."

High above on the plane, with endless clouds and a boundless blue ocean below, Lu Yang sneezed. "Achoo! Damn, who's cursing me?"

Lu Yang chuckled at Xu Siqi, who was sitting next to him, "How many more hours until the plane lands?"

Xu Siqi quickly regained her composure, opened her notebook and did some calculations before saying, "Boss, there should be another 10 hours. We need to fly until the afternoon, and it will be close to evening before we can land at Lantau Airport in Hong Kong."

Lu Yang closed his eyes, then decided to sleep a little longer.

At the same time.

In Xingcheng, when the contract was finalized and printed, Jiang Wanli was about to sign it.

Everyone held their breath.

They didn't dare to breathe loudly, just waiting for the cheers that followed.

"Jingle Bell."

This time, it was Li Zekai's private phone that rang.

He took it out, looked at the screen, and was about to hang up when he suddenly realized that it was actually Mr. Li Ka-shing calling, so he couldn't possibly hang up now.

He stood up and said in a low voice, "I'm going out to take a call. You guys continue. After you finish signing, Mr. Jiang, I'll come back in as soon as I finish this call to stamp and sign the document."

However, after a few minutes, he suddenly burst in, pulled open the signed contract that was about to be stamped, and tore it to shreds. "Don't sign it, damn it, this contract is void, let's go."

He then led the way and left, leaving Jiang Wanli, who had just finished daydreaming about how he would spend the two hundred million US dollars, but was now standing there dumbfounded.

How is this going?

Ah!? (End of Chapter)