This scheming, this grasp of human nature and capital, made Huo Yingdong, who had been fighting in the business world for decades, feel a chill from the bottom of his heart for the first time.
What a gap! Huo Yingdong sighed inwardly. The gap between Zhen Ting and Lin Huowang was even greater than he had imagined!
The night breeze from Deep Water Bay, carrying the faint smell of seawater, streamed through the open floor-to-ceiling windows of Repulse Bay Villa No. 3. The large living room, brightly lit, cast a shadow over the otherwise deserted space. The dazzling nightscape of Victoria Harbour served as a static backdrop outside the window.
Lin Huowang reclined comfortably on an Italian leather sofa, the ice in his glass of whiskey already mostly melted, the liquid taking on a deeper amber hue. He sipped, his gaze fixed on the condensation on the glass's walls. His expression was calm, not a trace of the tension that presided over a major battle.
Gao Qiaohao sat bolt upright, reporting meticulously, "Boss, the last three transactions on the dark channel were all completed ten minutes before the afternoon market close. After deducting the handling fee, the dark account's final holdings in the Hong Kong property market are 13%. Confirmed."
He put down the folder in his hand, his expression calm with a hint of imperceptible excitement: "Including the 7.5% you announced in the name of Longteng Newspapers, public and related accounts, we actually control the shares of the Hong Kong Land Development Group, which has reached... 20.3%." The voice clearly reported this number, echoing in the empty living room.
Lin Huowang simply nodded slightly. This figure was completely within his expectations, even slightly exceeding them. Even without touching the 20% pledged by HSBC, with his 20.3% and Fok Ying-tung's 9.8%, a solid thirty points would make him the undisputed single largest shareholder in Hong Kong, enough to leverage the entire company.
But what he wanted was never just "control". Instead, he wanted to pocket as many shares of the Hong Kong Land Group as possible.
He swirled his glass, the ice making a subtle clinking sound. "Originally, leaving that 20% alone would have been enough," he said, his tone as flat as if stating a settled fact. "But when this fat meat is delivered to my door, there's no reason not to eat it."
Hongkong Land Group—the king of land on Hong Kong Island, owner of vast tracts of prime properties and land in the heart of Central, Tsim Sha Tsui, and Admiralty. Lin Huowang knew better than anyone how quickly the future value of these assets would expand.
You know, when the negotiations for Hong Kong's return were finalized and Hong Kong entered a new period of rapid development, the value of a single building under the name of the Hong Kong Land Development Group, as the largest "landlord" in Hong Kong, could easily exceed 10 billion.
Compared with its current overall market value of just HK$70 to 80 billion, the Hong Kong Land Development is like a piece of unpolished jade that is still being carefully carved.
Don’t even mention that it’s only HK$130 per share now after the surge. Even if you buy it at double the price, you will still make a fortune in the future!
Gao Qiaohao subconsciously glanced at his watch. The hands on the dark dial had quietly passed 11:55. The quiet atmosphere of midnight grew thicker.
"Boss," Gao Qiaohao hesitated for a moment, then reminded him, "It's very late. Foreigners value their private time the most, and at midnight..." He didn't elaborate, but the meaning was clear - expecting the British giant to "work overtime" at this time? It was almost impossible.
Lin Huowang chuckled upon hearing this. There was no hint of impatience in his laughter, only a kind of all-seeing certainty and mockery: "What's the rush?"
He placed the wine glass gently on the coffee table with a soft "click" sound, leaned forward slightly, and swept his sharp eyes over the silent telephone at the corner of the table.
"Who cares if it's day or night when you're drowning and almost suffocating?"
Lin Huowang's voice was deep, yet powerful enough to penetrate the silence:
"If Newbigin could really sleep peacefully... haha," he said with a cold smile, "then he would have plenty of time in the future to sleep all the time."
Before he finished speaking——
“Ring, ring, ring—!!!”
The sharp, rapid ringing of the phone, like a long-awaited arrow, suddenly tore through the silent midnight of Villa No. 3 in Repulse Bay without any warning!
The ringing sound had a brutal penetrating power, resounding and echoing repeatedly in the empty living room!
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