Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 253 Someone Came Trying to Steal the Fruit
Ignoring his warning, Ah Lang said, "Mr. Shen, energy? HSBC itself is in the midst of a storm, isn't it? The pressure of a run on the bank must be considerable, right? The Hong Kong Monetary Authority is watching you closely. As for the public auction..."

He continued slowly and deliberately, “Of course we believe in HSBC’s capabilities. However, what if something unexpected happens at the auction? For example… what if some unfavorable assessment reports about the asset package suddenly circulate? Or, what if the buyers… well… become unusually cautious?”

"At that time, HSBC will likely lose more than just money; it will also lose time, and... the market's confidence in your ability to handle the situation. The longer it drags on, the bigger the hole in asset devaluation will be, and the more real money HSBC will have to pour in. Shen Daban should understand this better than we do."

Chen Sheng chimed in at the opportune moment: "Ms. Shen, our offer of 350 million is based on a realistic assessment of the current market panic and the near-freezing of asset liquidity. HSBC needs immediate cash inflows to stabilize itself. And we are the only buyer who can take on this hot potato in a short time with real cash. Dragging it out will only harm HSBC. 350 million, in one lump sum cash, we can sign a letter of intent today, and the funds will be in our account within three days. This is our sincerity, and it is the best solution we offer based on reality."

Shen Bi's face turned extremely ugly.

Ah Lang and Chen Sheng's words accurately hit HSBC's current pain point—it is indeed facing internal pressure, urgently needs to stop losses and recover cash to stabilize the situation, and is even more afraid of further setbacks in the auction.

The other party had pinpointed HSBC's weakness and clearly had them cornered.

He fell silent, and the only sound in the conference room was the monotonous tapping of his fingers on the table. Ah Lang and Chen Sheng didn't interrupt him as he continued looking at the documents. After a long while, the tapping stopped.

“Four hundred and twenty million.” Shen Bi’s voice was low, tinged with weariness and reluctance. “This is HSBC’s bottom line. Not a penny less. If you insist on three hundred and fifty million, then there’s no need to discuss further. HSBC can afford the risks and time costs of an auction.” He deliberately emphasized the last four words, both as a final insistence and a test.

Ah Lang and Chen Sheng exchanged a glance.

Although the price has been reduced, it's still not enough, because they didn't see a trace of pain in Shen Bi's face or eyes, proving that they could still lower the price.

Ah Lang closed the folder with a soft thud: "Mr. Shen, public auctions are time-consuming and labor-intensive, with too many variables. Huang He's offer is based on a realistic assessment of the current market situation—350 million, a one-time cash offer that will immediately alleviate HSBC's liquidity pressure. The long queues outside HSBC's vault probably can't wait for a protracted auction."

Shen Bi's eye twitched almost imperceptibly. The other party had accurately pinpointed HSBC's current weakness—the shadow of a bank run was not unfounded.

Chen Sheng added fuel to the fire: "Mr. Shen, time is money, and even more so, it's confidence. The longer we drag this out, the faster the asset package will depreciate, and the hole HSBC will have to fill will become even bigger. Three hundred and fifty million is our final offer based on our risk tolerance. Okay, we can sign a letter of intent today, with cash in the account within three days; no," he spread his hands slightly, "we'll take our leave immediately, without delaying HSBC's preparations for the auction." With that, he made a move to rise.

"Wait!" Shen Bi's voice was urgent. Huang He wasn't the first to come and talk. The previous people didn't have such strong capabilities to take everything in, and they were also very calculating.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and his gaze swept back and forth between Ah Lang and Chen Sheng's faces, as if he was making a final decision.

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

“Three hundred and seventy million!” Shen Bi almost gritted his teeth as he spat out the number, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “This is the bottom line! HSBC will not back down any further. If you insist on three hundred and fifty million, then so be it!” He leaned back abruptly in his chair, his face ashen, his chest heaving slightly. Clearly, this concession was extremely painful for him and had reached his psychological limit.

Ah Lang and Chen Sheng exchanged a glance and nodded almost imperceptibly.

They were very satisfied with the price because they realized they had really made a great deal after reviewing the information. Of course, they couldn't see much in such a short time. Their assessment came from their understanding of their competitor, Jardine Matheson, and a list was enough to give them a rough idea of ​​the value.

At this point, they had crossed Shen Bi's true bottom line. If they pushed any further, it was possible that they would truly break up.

"Deal!" Ah Lang said decisively, breaking the silence. "HK$370 million, cash payment in one lump sum. We'll sign a memorandum of understanding immediately, and the funds will be in place within three days."

Shen Bi let out a long sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Okay, I'll have the legal department prepare the documents immediately, and we'll sign the contract in three days."

Chen Sheng gave a professional smile, stood up, and extended his hand: "It's a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Shen. We'll arrange for someone to coordinate the follow-up details with your bank as soon as we get back."

"It's a pleasure to cooperate!" Chen Sheng extended his hand as well.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate!" Shen Bi stood up and shook hands with the two men reluctantly. If he could, he would have preferred to punch these two guys a few times.

At HSBC headquarters, Ah Lang and Chen Sheng had just stepped out of the door after signing the memorandum of understanding, and the formulaic smiles on their faces vanished instantly.

“Three hundred and seventy million, taking over half of Jardine Matheson… Sir Michael Sandberg must be heartbroken,” Ah Lang said in a low voice, his steps never faltering.

“A drop of blood is better than waiting for the wound to fester and die,” Chen Sheng said with a faint smile. “He had no other choice. However, this deal is just the beginning. HSBC has suffered such a huge loss, it will definitely try to make up for it later. We need to be prepared for Brother Zhu’s situation as soon as possible.”

"That's a story for later." Ah Lang opened the car door. "Now, we need to report to the boss. Besides, the market hasn't calmed down yet, so we can't stop either."

"Yes, this is just the beginning."

The secret financial operations room of Yellow River Industry, in the conference room.

After listening to A Lang and Chen Sheng's report, He Yuzhu simply praised, "Well done, this price is excellent value."

"If we delay a little longer, we should be able to reduce the pressure even further," Chen Sheng said.

"There are too many variables. Even if you bet another ten or twenty million, it's still a good deal."

"The boss's judgment is correct," Chen Sheng said.

"You two should focus on Jardine Matheson from now on and see how they react. If they are so easily defeated, they don't deserve their century of accumulation!"

"Understood, we'll keep an eye on them!" the two said in unison.

"Go to Lingyi to ask for the money, and have a lawyer review the contract carefully."

"Yes."

"Alright, you guys go ahead and get busy."

The two left the conference room and went straight to find Xiaoman, while He Yuzhu turned his attention to the huge projection in the operations room across the glass wall.

The Hang Seng Index continues to fluctuate at low levels, with panic sentiment hanging over the market, but there is still a lot of room for action.

Xiaoman arrived shortly after.

"Is everything handed over?"

"Don't worry, Brother Zhu."

"Well, how have you planned the next phase of tasks for your finance team?"

"Brother Zhu, what are your thoughts?"

"Let me hear what you think first, and see if it's the same as what I'm thinking."

"Are you testing me? Well then, I'll start by saying something."

"All ears!"

Xiaoman turned around, went next door to get something, handed it to He Yuzhu, and then she began to speak.

"First, we will continue to profit from Hang Seng Index, Wheelock, Swire Pacific A, and Cheung Kong Holdings. However, our previous actions were too big and the Securities and Futures Commission has already taken notice of us, so we may have to be more careful in our subsequent actions and the pace will be slower."

"Secondly, we want to follow the Wharf Holdings model for companies under Wheelock Holdings such as Cullinan International and Federal Properties."

"Third, we are now evaluating quality stocks. The stock market cannot fall indefinitely. Once it bottoms out, we will buy those quality stocks at the bottom, and the returns will be substantial. This is a long-term investment."

What she was describing was actually a summary of the document in He Yuzhu's hand. He Yuzhu quickly skimmed through it and gave Xiaoman a thumbs up.

"After this, you will be a true financial darling."

“Yaozu and the others are all so grown up, what am I compared to a pampered girl? Of course I am! If I didn’t dislike attending parties, bringing you along would definitely make me the brightest star at every party.”

"Brother Zhu, did you put honey on your lips today?"

"What, you don't like it?"

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it," Xiaoman said, blushing slightly.

"Hahaha."

"Since others have proposed their solutions, why don't you offer your opinions as well?"

"I have no opinions, but I do have a few suggestions."

"Say, you say."

"If you want to harvest companies, you can ask Lao Bai for a list. As for quality stocks, I'll also recommend a few."

"Old Bai, I got it. Tell me which ones you recommend, and I'd like to see what your taste is like."

“Electric Power Company, CLP Power, HSBC, Sun Hung Kai Properties, Hang Lung Properties, Great Eagle Holdings,” He Yuzhu rattled off a string of names.

After He Yuzhu gave the stock name, Xiaoman did not respond immediately.

She quickly filtered through the information of each company and its market performance in her mind before speaking after a long while.

“Brother Zhu, your list is very interesting, but the range is a bit wide, including utility giants and real estate upstarts.”

"Let's start with Electric Light Corporation and CLP Power, two typical 'rent-collecting' utility stocks. They fell this time, but the decline was far less than the market average. No matter how panicked the market is, people still need electricity for lighting. Their fundamentals are very stable, and it's difficult to take advantage of the low prices to acquire a large number of shares. Shareholders of these companies will not easily sell off quality assets at low prices unless they really can't hold on any longer."

He Yuzhu nodded, signaling her to continue.

"Let's talk about HSBC. We just took a big bite out of them from Sir Michael Sandberg, and HSBC suffered considerable losses. They're in dire straits now, the risk of a bank run hasn't subsided, and their share price is still falling. This could be a good entry point. HSBC has deep roots, and the Hong Kong Monetary Authority won't really let it collapse. If we operate properly and buy at the low point, as long as we can suppress the panic, the potential for a rebound is huge. But this is a risky move, requiring precise buying and selling points and continuous capital investment, which will be very costly."

“Good, you see things very clearly. Continue,” He Yuzhu said.

"Finally, let's talk about Sun Hung Kai Properties, Hang Lung Properties, and Great Eagle Holdings. Brother Zhu, these companies were among the hardest hit by this stock market crash. The Kwok family, the Chan family, and the Lo family, none of them have the oldest foundations, and they expanded aggressively. They were hit by the double blow of the real estate market downturn and the stock market crash, and now their stock prices have really plummeted to the point of collapse. Especially Great Eagle Holdings' Lo Ying-shek, I heard that his cash flow is very tight."

She paused, her tone becoming more serious, "The logic behind buying them at rock-bottom prices is betting on their ability to survive and on Hong Kong's future economy. But what about the risks? If any of them can't hold on and actually collapse, our investment will be completely lost. What's cheap now might be a deeper pit in the future. We must conduct extremely rigorous due diligence on these companies' actual liabilities, asset quality, and the responsiveness of their leaders; we absolutely cannot rely on gut feeling."

"I am patient with utilities and prepared for HSBC's risk-taking. But I am highly cautious about building positions in real estate stocks, especially in relatively lower-tier real estate companies, at this point. There are many more undervalued, more fundamentally sound, and more promising companies in the market, such as Wheelock's high-quality properties and shipyards, or Swire's sugar mills and aircraft engineering businesses. Their valuations have also been depressed, but their risk resistance and core asset quality seem to be more guaranteed."

He Yuzhu listened attentively without interrupting.

Xiaoman's analysis is calm and insightful, representing her core perspective as a frontline trader.

He smiled and nodded: "Well said. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Your concerns are valid, especially your assessment of the risks faced by the new real estate tycoons."

"However, I didn't say that we should buy at the bottom now. The stock market is far from bottoming out."

"What?" Xiaoman was shocked. If this wasn't the bottom, then what would be?

She asked, "Brother Zhu, the market has already fallen so much, is there still room for it to fall further?"

"Yes, and there's a lot of room for growth. The bottom of this stock market crash is far from being reached," He Yuzhu affirmed.

"How much is that?" Xiaoman felt her heart race.

He Yuzhu looked directly into Xiaoman's eyes and clearly stated a number: "The Hang Seng Index will eventually fall to 150 points."

"150 points?!" Xiaoman exclaimed in surprise.

The impact of this number far exceeds any adjective. The current index is still struggling at around 400 points. What does 150 points mean? It means that from the highest point of 1774 points, the drop will exceed 90%! It means that the entire market will completely collapse and value will be wiped out! This exceeded her most pessimistic expectations.

Her breath hitched for a moment as her mind raced, calculating what the prediction meant.

All the technical support and valuation models she and her team had worked on before seemed pale and powerless in the face of this number, and there was even a possibility of suffering heavy losses due to misjudgment.

"Brother Zhu... are you... are you sure?"

"Yes, but you should be wary of the other uncertainties that may arise from our involvement."

Xiaoman took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down from the shock.

“I understand!” Xiaoman nodded seriously.

"Our entire financial team's plan must be adjusted!"

"Alright, don't be so nervous. There's still some time. As long as you don't go too far, you definitely won't suffer any losses," He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"No, I've never lost money before, and I don't want to lose money in the future," Xiaoman said stubbornly.

"Okay, then I can count on the money you earn for my retirement." He Yuzhu joked. "I'm not joking. I have to go to a meeting. Brother Zhu, you can go home by yourself." After saying that, Xiaoman took the previous plan and went next door.

He Yuzhu shook his head and smiled wryly as he watched Xiaoman's retreating figure. This was quite different from being at home.

After returning to the villa alone, He Yuzhu saw that the old lady and Mr. Chen were in the living room, so he chatted with them for a while.

Before we'd been chatting for long, my mother's voice came from upstairs: "Zhu Zi, the phone in your study keeps ringing. Go see who's looking for you. Maybe it's something urgent."

"Yes, Mother," He Yuzhu replied.

Then he apologized to the old lady and Mr. Chen, saying, "I'll chat with you two again next time."

"Go on, important business is ahead," the old lady said.

"Yes, business is more important," Old Master Chen added.

The phone stopped ringing when He Yuzhu went upstairs. He went into his study, sat behind his desk, and waited two minutes before the phone rang again.

When the call was answered, Gu Yuanheng's voice, tinged with suppressed excitement, came through: "Boss, the customers in the Middle East have come to see the goods themselves, and the test results of the sample vehicle exceeded expectations! The order for the first batch of fifty 'Yellow River Warriors' has been confirmed, with full prepayment! The additional condition is that another one hundred chassis vehicles of the same specifications will be delivered within three months, but they want the brackets and other components to be customized."

"Where's the oil?"

"The Greek oil tanker chartered by the other party has docked at Tseung Kwan O Pier and is unloading."

"Okay, have him introduce more clients, the more the better. If they don't want the car, tell them we also have gold."

"Got it, boss."

"There's one more thing, boss!" Gu Yuanheng's tone was a little hesitant.

"The client asked us if we would provide weapons."

“Tell them we are legitimate businessmen and that we should buy our weapons from arms dealers in Europe, America, and the Soviet Union.”

"Yes."

Two weeks later, He Yuzhu had just returned home with the financial team when he received a call from A Lang.

"Boss! Something's happened! People from Jardine Matheson headquarters... from Britain have arrived!"

“Oh, it’s normal for someone from Jardine Matheson to come. What could possibly cause you, the CEO of Yellow River Industries, to lose your composure?” He Yuzhu raised an eyebrow.

“A director named Simon Hopkins came over, along with a team of British lawyers. They went directly to HSBC, and then HSBC’s Sir Michael Sandberg sent someone to inform us that they wanted to talk about… redeeming the asset package we just bought from HSBC!”

"Redemption? Where would they get the money? Hong Kong Yihe should be penniless by now."

"So Chen Sheng and I also found it strange, but the other party's attitude was very tough. They specifically asked to see the person who could make decisions at Yellow River Industry. HSBC put some pressure on us, but Asheng and I didn't think much of it. We met with them in HSBC's conference room."

"And then?" He Yuzhu asked.

"Then, I quoted Jardine Matheson an astronomical price of HK$1.5 billion."

"They wouldn't have agreed, would they?"

"Boss, how did you know?"

"Isn't that obvious? Why would they come to me if they wouldn't agree?"

"What should the boss do next? Sell it or not?"

"What's the rush? Let me think about it. You and Ah Sheng go about your own business first. Don't worry about Yihe. Just stall them. If they make any other moves, don't hesitate to hit them back."

"Yes."

He Yuzhu put down the phone and fell into deep thought.

He knew all too well Jardine Matheson's current situation—the Hong Kong Jardine Matheson had already been drained of its last drop of blood by the financial crisis and price wars, and HSBC's forced liquidation only made matters worse. The Keswick family, the parent company, would certainly not have an easy time in London either.

HK$1.5 billion is an astronomical figure for any company in this era, let alone Jardine Matheson, which has just suffered a major blow.

"Where did they get the money?" He Yuzhu muttered to himself, knowing that at that time, Jardine Matheson's revenue accounted for more than 75% of the entire company's revenue.

Jardine Matheson could not possibly conjure up this money out of thin air, much less pay such a hefty premium to redeem those asset packages (even if they were extremely valuable).

"That doesn't make sense, unless... the real intention is not what it seems."

He Yuzhu picked up the phone and dialed Chen Sheng's hotline.

"Ah Lang, it's me."

"Boss!" Ah Lang's voice came immediately, clearly waiting for his instructions as well.

"Who is Simon Hopkins from Jardine Matheson? Find out his background and the legal team he brought. Also, use our connections in London to find out the Keswick family's recent movements, especially their cash flow. I need to know where this 1.5 billion came from, or... if it's all just a smokescreen." He Yuzhu's instructions were clear.

“Understood! I’ll take care of it right away. Also, Simon is ostensibly a newly appointed non-executive director of Jardine Matheson, but his background is very vague, as if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His legal team is from the long-established London law firm Kingsley-Wood, which specializes in handling complex international mergers and acquisitions and debt restructuring.” A Lang quickly reported the information he knew.

“Okay. Tell Ah Lang to hold back. If Jardine Matheson wants to talk, let them wait. If HSBC puts pressure on them, tell them to come directly to me. Go find Lao Bai and ask him to help you. Keep a close eye on who Simon has contacted besides HSBC. Hong Kong is only so big; we can't hide anything from them.”

"Yes! Don't worry, boss."

In the following days, A Lang and Chen Sheng strictly followed He Yuzhu's instructions and ignored the "olive branch" extended by Simon.

HSBC's Sir Michael Sandberg made two unsolicited phone calls, but Ah Lang turned them down both times, citing "internal evaluation in progress."

On the evening of the fifth day, A Lang, Chen Sheng, and Bai Yifeng hurriedly returned to He Yuzhu's villa with a document.

The two entered the study, and only then did Ah Lang speak.

"Boss, we've got a lead!" He spread the documents out in front of He Yuzhu, speaking rapidly, "Simon Hopkins, ostensibly a director of Jardine Matheson, is actually a senior partner at Grosvenor Capital in London! This fund has a deep background, close ties with senior members of the British Conservative Party, and is adept at 'vulture investing,' specializing in intervening at low prices when targets are in crisis, seizing core assets or forcing restructuring to profit!"

He Yuzhu's gaze swept over the introduction of Grosvenor Capital on the document and its intricate connections with British political and business circles, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips: "Vultures? No wonder. Go on."

"The Keswick family is truly at their wits' end! In order to maintain control of Jardine Matheson and avoid being completely purged, they have no choice but to drink poison to quench their thirst!"

Chen Sheng pointed to another intelligence report: "Grossner Capital provided an emergency bridge loan to the Keswick family, a huge sum, but with extremely harsh conditions! Not only did they require the Keswick family to pledge their remaining high-quality real estate and mining interests in London and South Africa as first-priority collateral, but more importantly, Grossner demanded 'priority disposal rights' or 'deep involvement in the restructuring' of some of the core assets of Jardine Matheson! Simon's trip was Grossner Capital's outstretched claws!"

"Priority disposal rights? Deep involvement in the restructuring? Is the target this juicy piece of meat we just swallowed from HSBC?"

“Exactly!” Chen Sheng nodded.

"It seems the Keswick family is desperate and willing to become puppets. Grosvenor, this London vulture, wants to use Jardine Matheson, this still-warm 'corpse,' to fly to Hong Kong and peck at the meat in our bowl? He has quite the appetite, and his claws are too long!"

"What does the boss mean?" Bai Yifeng interjected.

He Yuzhu glanced at Bai Yifeng and then said, "Old Bai, we don't need you guys right now."

"Yes, boss."

“Ah Sheng, tell Mr. Simon Hopkins that Yellow River Industries has no interest in any form of cooperation. The assets we legally acquired will only be integrated and operated according to our plans and pace. If Jardine Matheson really wants to redeem, it's simple: HK$1.5 billion, a one-time cash payment. Once the capital verification is complete, we will sign the contract immediately. Otherwise, tell him and his Kingsley-Wood legal team to go back to where they came from. The waves in Hong Kong are too big; be careful not to break your wings.”

“Yes, boss!” Ah Lang replied.

"In addition, let the word out. Say that our Yellow River Industrial Group is not satisfied with some of Jardine Matheson's old ships and redundant routes, and is considering divesting and selling them. We can make some big moves."

"understand!"

Chen Sheng said, “Boss, you’re brilliant! This is a warning to Grosvenor and those potential vultures who are still watching and might have designs on the Jardine Matheson assets: the assets are in our hands, and we can break them down and sell them off at any time, or ‘optimize’ the parts they value most! Let them know that if we drag this out, they won’t even get a hot bowl of soup! We’ll force them to either throw out 1.5 billion in real money (which is almost impossible) or give up completely!”

"Alright, stop flattering me. You guys work together to get things done. Let the gentlemen from London experience Hong Kong properly."

"Yes!" The men accepted the order and left.

"Want to pick peaches? You'll have to ask the person who planted the tree if they'll allow it," He Yuzhu muttered to himself after the others left.

Ah Lang and Chen Sheng acted very quickly.

Two days later, news that Yellow River Industries was "not entirely satisfied" with some of the old assets of Jardine Matheson that it had just acquired and was evaluating a divestiture and sale plan quickly spread among Hong Kong business circles.

The effect is immediate.

HSBC's Sir Michael Sandberg called Ah Lang first: "Mr. Hong, regarding the Jardine Matheson asset package, Mr. Simon of Grosvenor hopes to arrange a formal meeting as soon as possible. They have expressed great sincerity."

Ah Lang said calmly, "Boss Shen, our boss's meaning is very clear. 1.5 billion in cash, paid in one lump sum, and the contract can be signed at any time; there is no need for further negotiations."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone before Shen Bi's voice deepened: "Mr. Hong, Grosvenor's influence in London is not to be underestimated. Why push things to the extreme? Perhaps there is a more... dignified way to resolve this."

"Decent?" Ah Lang scoffed. "Boss Shen, the business world is like a battlefield. The highest bidder wins. Money and goods settled—that's the most decent rule. If you want to talk about decentness, have them bring 1.5 billion to talk." He then hung up the phone.

Grosvenor's reaction was more intense than expected.

That evening, Simon Hopkins, along with his team of lawyers from Kingsley Wood, waited outside the headquarters of Yellow River Industries.

“Mr. Hong Lang! Mr. Chen Sheng!” Simon’s voice shone harshly in the empty lobby. “Is this how you, Yellow River Industry, treat your guests? Refusing to communicate and spreading rumors! This is extremely egregious business behavior! I want to see your boss, He Fei! Immediately!”

Shortly after, Ah Lang and Chen Sheng stepped out of the elevator, followed by several security guards.

Chen Sheng stepped forward, his face expressionless: "Mr. Hopkins, this is the office of Yellow River Industry. Please keep quiet. You want to see our boss? Your status isn't high enough. Or, according to our boss's conditions, bring money to discuss the acquisition. Other than that, we have nothing to discuss."

"1.5 billion? That's extortion! You have no intention of making a deal; you're deliberately undermining asset value. Grosvenor Capital will file complaints with the Hong Kong Securities and Futures Commission and the Hong Kong government regarding your unfair competition! We might even file for international arbitration!"

"Go ahead, complaining is your right. Arbitration? We're open to it. As for damaging value?" He glanced at Simon's legal team, his gaze filled with undisguised contempt. "The stuff is in our hands, and how we dispose of it is none of the business of outsiders. Hong Kong's rules are based on money and strength. If Grosvenor wants to play, he'll have to show real money. Words and lawyer's letters won't scare anyone." Ah Lang's voice grew even colder.

After saying that, he stopped looking at Simon, whose face was grim, and waved to the security guard: "Send Mr. Hopkins and his team away. In the future, do not let unauthorized personnel into the building without an appointment."

A team of security guards immediately stepped forward and, with a firm but polite gesture, made a "please" gesture.

Simon was trembling with rage, pointing at A Lang and Chen Sheng: "Fine! Fine! Yellow River Industry, I'll remember you! This won't end here, just you wait and see!"

He was eventually taken away by the lawyer, who was half-persuaded and half-pulled away.

Ah Lang watched their departing figures, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "Does he really think he can command the winds and rains in Hong Kong just because he has a foreign face?"

Chen Sheng said, "Grossner won't let this go. They haven't even used their London methods yet. I'll have Lao Bai keep a close eye on things, especially Simon's movements after leaving Hong Kong, and Grossner's possible pressure tactics in London."

"Okay, I'll report to the boss too."

Ah Lang answered He Yuzhu's call and briefly explained the situation.

"Boss, what do we do next?"

"We don't need to do anything, just wait. We're not the ones in a hurry right now. Also, we need to find people to manage the industries we've taken over and keep them running. We don't need to make any big moves."

"Well, it's up to you, boss, to decide how to divide it," Ah Lang said, not daring to make the decision.

"The real estate will still belong to your Yellow River Industrial; the pharmacies and convenience stores will be given to Xu Damao, let him give it a try; I'll talk to my father about catering at Maxim's, he should be interested; can Wharf Holdings and Kwai Chung Yu Xin be taken care of?"

"There shouldn't be any problem. Both ports are operating well right now."

"You're not speaking up for him because he's my brother, are you?"

"No, boss, don't you know me?"

"That's good."

(End of this chapter)