"Boss Ye, just as Xinghui told you, if I invest in Yong'an Group, you can get policy support and the opportunity to enter Kyoto."
"From your appearance, you should know what kind of existence the Kyoto Ye family is, so there is no need to doubt the truth of my words."
Ye Feng smiled and handed a document to Ye Yongan.
Ye Yongan took the document and his face changed suddenly. As he expected, Ye Feng wanted absolute control over Yongan Group and he wanted 51% of the shares!
"Young Master Ye, you're joking. Yong'an Group is a listed company, and I don't even hold 51% of the shares!"
Ye Yongan handed the document back, but Ye Feng did not take it. Instead, he handed over another document.
"The major financial groups under the name of my Kyoto Ye family own 40% of the shares of Yongan Group. Boss Ye still holds 41% of the shares. He only needs to give up 11%."
Ye Yongan's hand paused in the air. He had forgotten that the strength of the Kyoto Ye family was not limited to the country.
He took a deep breath. Yongan Group was the career he had worked hard for half his life, and he would never give it up to others.
"I can sell it, but I want the control of Yongan Group!"
"Absolute control must be in my hands. Of course, you will still be the chairman of the board. I will hardly ask how you handle things."
"Don't worry, I guarantee that you will remain the chairman of the board of directors of Yong'an Group for the rest of your life."
"I want power, but I will give it to you."
Ye Feng spoke slowly.
Ye Xinghui, who was standing by, never imagined that Ye Feng was just using him to lure out his father in order to seize the entire Yong'an Group.
He seemed to notice the change in Ye Xinghui's expression and Ye Yongan's hesitation.
"How about this? I can train your son, at least let him be independent. How about that?"
Ye Yongan looked at Ye Feng with burning eyes:
"really?"
"As long as your son is not stupid, seriously!"
"Then I'll sign!"
…
The next morning, a press conference that shocked the entire Jiangcheng business circle was held.
The largest enterprise in Jiangcheng accepted the acquisition of Ye Capital, and Ye Capital, a newly established company, officially came into the eyes of Jiangcheng's business tycoons.
Then, Ye Capital started to frantically acquire and invest in Jiangcheng enterprises, seemingly intending to take over all the large enterprises in Jiangcheng in one fell swoop.
Ye Feng, the executive president of Ye Capital, also appeared at the press conference. In less than an hour, Ye Feng's identity and background were exposed by gossipers.
As for the part about the Ye family in Kyoto, they had no way of knowing, but they had basically found out about his growth experience before the age of eighteen.
Social sensation, the youngest and most promising entrepreneur in Jiangcheng appears!
At this time, in a villa worth tens of millions, a man looked at the news and related photos and called his wife.
"Meng Lan, does this kid look familiar?"
The man waved to the woman who was busy cleaning and asked, pointing to a photo of a child on the tablet.
Wang Menglan quickly put down the mop in her hand, walked forward and looked at the photo. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly remembered:
"Isn't this the son of my ex-husband?"
"You gave birth to it?"
The man was a little anxious, this was very important to him!
Wang Menglan's expression changed, and she quickly spoke:
"Zhiqiang, I only gave birth to your child. This child is not mine. It's a bastard that my ex-husband brought back from somewhere and asked me to be his mother."
"Every time he calls me mom, I get goosebumps and feel terrified, so I really don't like him."
The man's name is Feng Zhiqiang. He is the chairman of a listed company and Wang Menglan's current husband.
Feng Zhiqiang's expression changed slightly when he heard this. Compared to whether Wang Menglan had given birth to a child for someone else, he hoped that this child was Wang Menglan's biological flesh and blood.
Wang Menglan noticed the change in Feng Zhiqiang's expression and asked hurriedly:
"Zhiqiang, what's wrong? He's really not my son. At most, he's your daughter, and I asked my ex-husband to raise her!"
Wang Menglan was afraid that Feng Zhiqiang would not believe her, so she knelt on the ground and explained with tears in her eyes.
Feng Zhiqiang looked at Wang Menglan like this, and he was so angry that he roared:
"Stop crying, it makes me upset!"
Wang Menglan didn't dare to disobey and could only hold back her tears.
"I actually hope that he is your son. If he were your son, you would be a great hero in our family now. Unfortunately, you are not."
Feng Zhiqiang threw the tablet on the sofa. He, the chairman of a listed company, married a divorced woman, which made him feel humiliated.
But there was no way, because he had an accident when he was young and lost his fertility, and his mistress, Wang Menglan, happened to be pregnant.
After her divorce, Wang Menglan learned about this and forced him to marry her, otherwise she would abort the baby.
He had no choice but to marry such a mistress. Fortunately, the child was a boy, otherwise he would have to find a successor like the previous girl.
Wang Menglan also gained a firm foothold in the Feng family thanks to her son's status, but her life was not easy. After Feng Zhiqiang inherited the family's bloodline, he no longer cared about Wang Menglan's life or death.
He treated her like a servant at home and didn't consider her his wife at all. How could a divorced woman be qualified to be his wife?
The Feng family favors boys over girls, otherwise Feng Zhiqiang would not let Wang Menglan deal with her first daughter freely, because the Feng family didn't want her anyway.
Wang Menglan was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have thought of something and quickly spoke:
"Zhiqiang, there's a way. The child has always thought I was his mother, and my ex-husband probably never explained it to him. We can make it look real."
Feng Zhiqiang's depressed mood became a little excited at this moment, but he still had doubts in his heart:
"Are you sure it works?"
"Yes, my ex-husband didn't tell me who the child's mother was. He only said he had no mother and asked me to be his mother, and he told me to keep it a secret. My ex-husband would definitely not talk about this matter on his own initiative, so in the eyes of the child, I have always been his mother."
Although Wang Menglan didn't know why Feng Zhiqiang was so obsessed with this, she would be satisfied as long as she could make Feng Zhiqiang happy and treat her better.
Upon hearing this, Feng Zhiqiang immediately helped Wang Menglan up from the ground and said in a friendly manner:
"Dear wife, I have a small request."
Wang Menglan was trembling all over. She had never seen Feng Zhiqiang treat her like this before. She was afraid that this was a new way of torturing her.
Feng Zhiqiang curled his lips, but there was nothing he could do. Now he needed help from Wang Menglan.
"Wife, relax and do as I say, and you will become the real mistress of the Feng family in the future!"
The bewitching voice kept ringing in Wang Menglan's ears.
A real hostess!
A true hostess...
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