My capital is quite large.

Jinling, the executive suite on the top floor of the Zifeng Tower.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights along both banks of the Qinhuai River stretched out in a continuous line, but the tightly closed curtains completely blocked out the night view.

In the ashtray on the coffee table, a dozen or so cigarette butts were stubbed out crookedly.

Young Master Wang slumped in the sofa, his tie loosely undone, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

On the tablet in front of him was a summary table of the latest asset valuation and external acquisition intentions for Panda TV, issued by PricewaterhouseCoopers.

The screen was filled with alarming numbers.

"Two billion...that's all just profiteering during a crisis!!"

Mr. Wang picked up the Macallan beer beside him and took a big gulp. The spicy liquid rolled down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the burning, agonizing fire in his chest.

Over the past two weeks, he has visited almost all venture capital firms and major internet companies in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen, trying to sell Panda TV at a high price and cash out before it collapses.

But the result?

Ever since Haofeng exclusively handed over the broadcasting rights for those three games to a certain platform, all the outside capital has become incredibly shrewd!

The investors who were chasing after him with valuations of 3 billion or 4 billion back then are now changing their tune faster than flipping through a book!

Let alone three billion.

Even now, even if he takes the initiative to lower the price to 2 billion, Yahoo and Tencent still treat him with indifference and a condescending attitude, and are even secretly trying to force him to sell at a bargain price of 1.5 to 1.6 billion!

1.5 billion?

Fuck 1.5 billion!

Every time he thinks about this, Mr. Wang feels like he's grinding his teeth to powder.

If it were sold at this price, after deducting the exorbitant signing fees spent on poaching various livestreamers over the past two years, and settling the principal and interest of the financing agreement signed with Zhou Hongyi of 360...

Wang Sicong, after this battle, will have to pay out at least 400 million yuan of his own money!

The young master of Wanda Group, who has had a smooth and successful life since childhood, has never suffered such a loss in silence!

Moreover, in order to get those 500 million from Zhou Hongyi, he secretly signed a "personal unlimited joint and several guarantee" on the back of the contract behind his father's back!

Once he admits defeat and cuts his losses, his reputation as the "nation's husband" and "business genius" will be shattered overnight by the entire internet!

Instead, he was met with three words that he simply could not accept—

spendthrift!

The old man's hard-earned empire is now in dire need of restructuring. If he were to slink back four or five hundred million yuan at this point, would he, Young Master Wang, still be able to hold his head high within the group and in front of his uncles and elders?!

……

"call……"

Mr. Wang exhaled a breath of stale air from between his teeth and opened a PDF agreement with an encryption lock.

Three days ago, his father, Wang, the richest man in China, went to the Jinling Reservoir and shamelessly accompanied Li Feng fishing for an afternoon, barely managing to scrape a "life-extending clause" out of Li Feng's fingers.

Li Feng agreed.

Considering the performance-based agreement with Wanda Cinemas, Haofeng agreed to make an exception and grant Panda TV an additional six months' extension for the official League of Legends tournament broadcasting rights.

but!

PUBG? No!

Honor of Kings? No way!

Moreover, this six-month respite comes with extremely harsh performance-based conditions—

First: If his IG team wins the S7 World Championship held at the Bird's Nest in October this year, Haofeng will not only be willing to renew his LOL broadcasting rights for three years, but also offer a discount!

Second: If IG suffers another crushing defeat at the Bird's Nest this October, ending up with nothing...

Therefore, not only will this six-month temporary authorization be voided on the spot, but Panda TV will also have to pay Haofeng an additional 100 million RMB in breach of contract compensation!

And as collateral for this performance-based agreement...

It is precisely the 100% equity of iG Esports Club held under the name of Mr. Wang!

That was his life's work!

It was the first flag he planted when he entered the industry in 2011 with the slogan "Integrating esports"!

Now, in order to survive and to avoid becoming a laughingstock, he has no choice but to sacrifice his dreams as a bargaining chip.

"I didn't lose..."

Mr. Wang stared at the official seal on the screen representing the betting agreement, his eyes gradually turning fierce:

"As long as we win the championship at the Bird's Nest... as long as we can lift that Summoner's Cup on our home turf this year!"

"The entire esports market will explode in traffic!"

"At that time, Panda TV's valuation could easily jump from two billion to four billion, or even five billion!"

"Not only will I be able to cover all those hundreds of millions in losses, but I'll also make a net profit of over a billion, and go back in style to save my dad's day!!"

He's gambling.

He's risking his entire iG team and the rest of his life to fight for a chance at survival in these last six months!

……

"Knock knock."

The master bedroom door was pushed open a crack.

A sweet, cloying perfume scent wafted in through the air.

Zhou Jieqiong, who had just finished showering, swayed as she walked in.

"Sochong~"

Zhou Jieqiong, like a boneless cat, circled around to the back of the sofa.

Two fair and delicate arms naturally wrapped around Wang Dashao's neck, and her soft breasts pressed against his back almost imperceptibly.

"Why are you drinking alone here all by yourself? You've smoked so much, it's choking me..."

A sweet, coquettish voice echoed in the suite.

Normally, if a female idol of this caliber were to throw herself into his arms, Mr. Wang might be in the mood to make a few teasing remarks and then pull her into his embrace for a bit of intimacy.

But at this moment, with his mind filled with billions of debts and a few escape routes, Mr. Wang felt a tightness in his temples from the strong scent of perfume.

He frowned, shifted forward almost imperceptibly by half an inch, and spoke in a stiff tone:

"Go back to your room and sleep after you're done washing up. I still have things to do."

However, Zhou Jieqiong, who had just returned to China, was clearly unaware of the almost uncontrollable rage deep in the man's eyes.

In her mind, the man in front of her was the young master of Wanda Group, whom even the senior executives of Haofeng Film and Television had to give some face to!

Zhou Jieqiong assumed that the young master was just having some ordinary troubles at work. Instead of backing away, she walked around to the front of the sofa more intimately and sat on the young master's lap.