With his brows furrowed, he repeated unconsciously, "Poison Pill Plan?"
"Yes." His eyes were blazing, his words clear. "Daxun Group can introduce strategic investment partners and conduct frequent private placements of new shares. This move can rapidly expand the company's total shareholding while significantly diluting existing equity. If Yue Mingyuan intends to make a hostile takeover, the cost will be dramatically increased, and the high cost will be prohibitive for him!"
놖's eyes lit up, but then doubts clouded over them. "That's a brilliant idea! But... where can we find a partner who's absolutely reliable and willing to share the risk with us?"
Zhang Pingmin did not answer directly, but looked at her with deep eyes, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the table, clearly he was about to say something but stopped himself.
In a flash of lightning, he suddenly slapped his thigh, suddenly enlightened: "Oh my! This is really 'burning incense in front of the Buddha's eyes'! Brother, who else can I find this perfect partner besides you?!"
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, piercing straight at her: "Hongjun, are you really capable of making the decision on such a big matter?" There was an undisguised scrutiny in his tone.
She met his gaze and said firmly, "Don't worry! I'm confident we can handle Lin Xun. Just put your mind at ease!"
He slowly shook his head, a complex smile playing on his lips, a hint of helplessness and a deeper reminder: "Hongjun, you are still too trusting. Are you so sure that you won't turn around and cooperate with Yue Mingyuan for greater benefits? If that step really happens, you will regret it deeply."
She stared straight into his eyes without flinching, her voice steady and resolute: "Brother, if you don't even have this much judgment, then you might as well dig out your eyes and stomp on them like bubbles!"
This unreserved, resounding declaration of trust brought a flicker of emotion to Zhang Pingmin's eyes. Yet, he remained cautious: "As brothers, it's perfectly fine for you to be loyal to each other. But as for Lin Xun... if she thinks you're taking advantage of someone in need, that would be... really unpleasant."
His expression was firm, his tone unquestionable, "Absolutely impossible! Brother, don't you know her yet? Lin Xun is no ordinary woman! She's been able to single-handedly maintain Daxun to this day and successfully list it on the stock market because of her sincere desire to serve the country through industry! In her eyes, family and country, career prospects, far outweigh financial gains!"
He nodded at first, then suddenly burst into laughter as if he had figured something out. "Haha! Brother, now I finally understand! No wonder you always have beautiful women by your side! Just look at your energy—you're always there to protect them from the elements, to hold them up for the whole day! Why worry about not having a close friend by your side?"
He was at a loss for words: "Brother, this doesn't sound like a compliment. It sounds more like you're trying to be mean in a roundabout way."
He stopped laughing and pretended to glance at his watch, which didn't seem to be in a good mood. "Okay, it's getting late, you really should go home. Your 'aunt' said she'd go get some water, but you've been waiting and waiting, and there's no tea, and she's nowhere to be found. Well, you should go home and have something hot!"
Of course, he knew what he was doing, but he had to keep on playing the game, so he immediately pretended to be angry: "Hey! This bitch! She made it impossible for me to even drink a sip of water..." As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to rush out to call the police to account.
He was quick-witted and stopped him with a smile that said, "You won't be fooled!" He said, "No, no, no! I won't make my brother kneel on the washboard!"
The play was done to the point, just right. The two of them looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
After laughing, he asked with concern: "You didn't drink tonight, how are you going to drive?"
He waved his hand, looking relaxed: "No big deal, just go downstairs and hail a designated driver later."
Seeing him leave, it was inconvenient to keep him, so he accompanied him out of the study.
께惠 probably thought that 놆 was trying to avoid suspicion and had already hidden in the room, so 놖 had no choice but to see him out alone.
As he walked through the entrance, he suddenly stopped and asked casually, "By the way, what day is it today?"
놖 didn't react for a moment and answered casually, "Monday."
He said "Oh" in a long tone, and a mischievous smile instantly covered his face: "Monday... Then tonight, it's Auntie's turn to be on duty."
At this moment, she suddenly came to her senses, feeling embarrassed and annoyed. She raised her head and punched him hard on the shoulder: "Go to hell!"
I watched him enter the elevator and wait until the door closed, then closed the door with a hint of warmth.
He first walked towards Xixi's room, but the door was locked from the inside. It was obviously Xiaomin's "masterpiece". After hesitating for a moment, his fingertips finally turned and gently pushed open the door of another bedroom.
In the darkness, Peng Xiaohui lay quietly on the bed.
놖's appearance did not alarm her at all. 놖 hesitated, and was about to quietly retreat to another room.
Her cold voice suddenly rang out from the silence, with a barely perceptible tremor: "Since you're here... why are you leaving?"
The footsteps paused, and a hint of awkward stagnation filled the air.
"If you want to leave, just close the door for me." She said with her back to me, her tone filled with resentment, "Are you...still waiting for me to send you off?"
Having said that, if I leave now, it will no longer be related to Hongjun.
He closed the door, shutting out the faint light from the outside world. In the thick darkness, he groped his way to the bed.
"Take off your coat," her voice came muffled, "and your pajamas are by the pillow."
Even pajamas are ready... How could I let such thoughtfulness go to waste? A sweet feeling welled up in my heart, and I did as I was told.
Lying next to her, she remained motionless, like a cold jade sculpture.
"What's wrong? Are you drunk? Not feeling well?" 놖 turned sideways and asked softly.
She turned over to face 놖: "...uncomfortable." She responded briefly and emotionally.
He made a gesture to stand up and said, "I'll make you a bowl of honey water."
In the darkness, a slightly cool hand suddenly grasped my wrist, and said stubbornly, his voice also revealing depression: "My heart... is so blocked."
He quickly leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of her breath on his cheek. "What's wrong?"
She snorted softly, finally unable to contain herself: "Sisters, do you think you need wives and concubines who take turns on duty? You even have a 'duty roster' arranged?"
Oh! That's the crux of the matter! It turns out that she had overheard the joke between her and Zhang Pingmin.
He understood and deliberately lowered his voice to tease, "Tsk, this room looks respectable, but I didn't expect the soundproofing to be so poor. If we have some 'activity' tonight...wouldn't the neighbors hear it clearly?"
"Hmph!" She snorted in dissatisfaction again, and her dark fingertips, filled with resentment, precisely twisted the soft flesh on her waist.
"Hiss—" He gasped for air and just as he was about to cry out in pain, a hand had already taken the lead and covered his mouth tightly.
Taking advantage of this flow, he fell down and buried his face in the warm crook of her neck, silently absorbing the fragrance and softness.
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