Chapter 3 Should we sleep?
After sending the message, Hua Cheng waited for a moment, and sure enough, a '1' popped up on the chat page.
A brief smile flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously turned the ring on his left ring finger. When he looked up, his expression had become indifferent.
He was not in his office at the moment, but in the VIP waiting room of a high-end medical institution.
The floor where the waiting room was located was cleared out for him, and there was a separate entrance and exit to ensure the privacy of his trip.
"President Hua." Wu En, who had been waiting beside him, immediately took a step forward when she saw Hua Cheng put away his phone.
Hua Cheng closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, pretending to doze off.
Upon seeing this, Wu En immediately shut up.
The waiting room, decorated in a style more luxurious than a five-star hotel suite, was quiet at this moment. Hua Cheng was breathing evenly and seemed to be asleep.
Looking at his calm expression, Wu En couldn't help but secretly yawn.
According to the original plan, Huacheng was supposed to return tomorrow at noon, but the project was signed a day earlier than expected, so he insisted on returning early.
Since there wasn't enough time to reapply for a charter flight route, Wu En could only buy him a ticket on a public airline. Because it was peak tourist season, they could only get him an economy class ticket.
Even though he was in economy class, Hua Cheng didn't change his mind. He boarded the plane as soon as he got off the negotiating table, sat with his legs bent for more than ten hours, and didn't get home until after 4 a.m. He came to work after only a short rest.
Wu En felt exhausted for him, but then she thought it was only natural, after all...
Knock knock knock.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Feng Wan pushed it open, holding a stack of reports in her hand.
Hua Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and alert, showing no signs of sleepiness.
Like a lion at its peak, even outside its own territory, it exudes the composure and indifference of a ruler.
Feng Wan met his gaze for a second, then turned to look at Wu En beside her.
Wu En smiled and tactfully left. The moment she closed the door, she heard Hua Cheng asking Feng Wan about the test results.
With the door closed, the waiting room became an absolutely private space once again.
Feng Wan answered the man's question: "I'm a little anemic, and the doctor prescribed iron supplements. The baby is fine, except his legs are a little short."
Hua Cheng paused: "Short legs?"
Feng Wan: "The last checkup was normal. The doctor said that it's normal for color Doppler ultrasound to have errors, so there's no need to worry about it."
Hua Cheng nodded and remained silent.
“Oh, right,” Feng Wan said, looking at him, “my dad said we’re having dinner at Yuehai Restaurant.”
Hua Cheng: "Mm."
"Should we go there now, or go back to the company first?" Feng Wan asked for his opinion.
Hua Cheng pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up: "Let's go to the mall to buy some things first."
Feng Wan: "Okay."
At the same time, at a private club.
When Lan Li returned from the restroom, she saw that Yun Jin had also eaten the second piece of cake, and she was speechless for a moment: "Is the cake really that delicious?"
“Even if you haven’t had lunch, you’ll still find it delicious,” Yun Jin replied.
"Why didn't you say you hadn't eaten?" Lan Li picked up her limited-edition bag as if it were a plastic bag. "Let's go, I'll treat you to a big meal."
Yun Jin happily stood up: "Okay."
What would you like to eat?
Yun Jin thought for a moment and said, "Rice noodles, please."
Lan Li: "...I'll think about it some more."
Yun Jin: "Small pot rice noodles, the kind with double the pickled peppers."
Lan Li: "..."
In the end, we went to the rice noodle shop that Yun Jin liked.
The rice noodle shop is located in the prime CBD area, and the owner is a huge fan of Hua Cheng. Photos of Hua Cheng can be seen everywhere in the shop, and even the only TV plays his interview videos on a loop.
Yun Jin found a seat as soon as she entered the store. When Lan Li returned after ordering, the TV host was asking Hua Cheng about his former name.
On TV, Hua Cheng smiled shyly: "Back then, I read too many action comics and longed for the life of a chivalrous hero who lived in anonymity, punishing evil and upholding justice. When I came to Pingcheng to look for a job, I gave myself the pseudonym 'Hua Yu'..."
"Wasn't he using a pseudonym to avoid debts? Why is he making it into history books?" Lan Li complained. "And why is he putting on this shy and innocent persona? It's disgusting."
Yun Jin calmly replied, "Audiences like contrast. After this interview came out, Yuncheng Technology's stock rose a lot, and he himself was voted the number one 'boss that contemporary college students most want to have'."
“No wonder college students are so easy to fool,” Lan Li sighed. “They even develop a liking for capitalists.”
Yun Jin was amused by her.
Lan Li stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Are we friends?"
"Nonsense." Yun Jin ignored her.
Lan Li crossed her arms and looked at her leisurely: "If a friend asks you a question, will you answer truthfully?"
"Ask whatever you want, no need to beat around the bush." Yun Jin pushed the cola towards her.
Lan Li unscrewed the bottle cap and pushed it back: "Huacheng has been making frequent big moves since last year. First, it established six subsidiaries to control live streaming and logistics. Then it did something like dual-class shares and increased board seats. Now it's frequently appearing in the public eye, constantly increasing its influence over Yuncheng Technology... What exactly is it trying to do?"
Yun Jin took a sip of cola, the cool carbonation exploding on her tongue, dispelling a trace of the summer heat.
She paused for a moment before saying, "It's obvious that he wants to further control the Yuncheng ship."
Lan Li frowned: "Isn't he the one in charge of Yuncheng Technology now?"
“Yes, but he felt it wasn’t enough.” Yun Jin shrugged.
Lan Li rolled her eyes: "He's both a spiritual leader and the chairman of the board, and he still doesn't think that's enough? What would this greedy capitalist need to be satisfied with?"
Yun Jin smiled without saying a word.
On television, greedy capitalists continue to play the role of innocent, shy, and honest people.
Outside the television, Lan Li suddenly realized: "He wants absolute voting rights?!"
Yun Jin glanced at her but did not deny it.
“…That’s quite an ambition.” Lan Li was speechless.
For a listed company like Yuncheng, voting rights are equivalent to control. If Huacheng obtains absolute voting rights, it means that he can do whatever he wants in Yuncheng and achieve complete dictatorship.
Lan Li sighed a couple more times about Hua Cheng's ambition, then suddenly said, "But based on what he's doing now, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to achieve his goal."
Yun Jin took another sip of cola: "His personal companies have been investing in the headquarters' projects over the past two years. The board of directors recently made a resolution that if the shareholders' meeting approves the investment by more than 60%, his investments and resources will flow back to him in the form of voting rights."
Common methods for reclaiming voting rights.
Lan Li nodded: "If he succeeds, how many voting rights will he get in return?"
30%.
Lan Li laughed: "That's it, I think he's destined to fail."
The board of directors votes on a one-person-one-vote basis. Huacheng only needs to place more of its own people on the board to get the desired result.
However, this result still needs to be approved by the shareholders' meeting before it can be implemented.
The voting method at the shareholders' meeting is one share, one vote. Before Lan Li resigned, she was responsible for part of Yuncheng Technology's legal business and had a good understanding of Yuncheng's equity structure.
Although Hua Cheng himself is crucial to Yuncheng Technology, he only has 17% of the voting rights, Yun Jin has 19%, and Liu Zhuang, Hua Cheng's best friend of more than ten years, has 11%.
The largest shareholder is director Feng He, who has 30% of the voting rights, while the other shareholders hold a combined 23%.
If Yun Jin and Hua Cheng weren't so closely intertwined, and if Liu Zhuang didn't blindly follow Hua Cheng's lead, it's hard to say who would be sitting in the chairman's seat today.
Although Feng He failed to win the election for chairman, as the individual with the highest voting rights in Yuncheng, he has always been eager to take over the position of chairman of the board.
Even if Hua Cheng temporarily gains the upper hand through an alliance, he could rise to power at any time as long as his voting power is not diluted.
After all, when it comes to alliances, you might be with him today, but tomorrow he might be with me.
Lan Li: "Feng He has 30% of the voting rights. It would be difficult enough if he were the only one to oppose it, not to mention that the other directors might not like this one-off deal either."
Or to put it another way, it's highly likely they don't like it, even those who blindly follow Hua Cheng's lead.
Yuncheng Technology is a rising star with unlimited potential. They don't need to allow their most important equity to be diluted for the sake of immediate interests.
Lan Li picked up her coconut water and clinked it against Yun Jin's cola: "Have you figured out how to comfort your CEO Hua?"
Yun Jin smiled and said, "Maybe Feng He will suddenly decide to vote in favor?"
Lan Li laughed exaggeratedly, and just as she was about to say something, the steaming hot rice noodles were served.
Yun Jin thanked the owner, picked up disposable chopsticks, and was about to start eating when Lan Li suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Yun Jin looked up helplessly: "Is there anything else?"
“One last question.” Lan Li held up one finger.
Yun Jin glanced at her manicured nails, so sharp they could be used as murder weapons, and gave in: "Ask."
"Did you and Hua Cheng sign any supplementary clauses to your prenuptial agreement?" Lan Li suddenly asked seriously.
When Yun Jin and Hua Cheng got married, the company had already gone public. In order to avoid stock price fluctuations and stabilize morale, they signed a prenuptial agreement before registering their marriage to separate personal assets from company shares. The agreement was drafted by Yun Jin herself.
In other words, if the supplementary regulations are not signed, then no matter how many voting rights Huacheng obtains, it will have nothing to do with Yunjin.
In response to Lan Li's question, Yun Jin blinked.
Lan Li was speechless again: "You didn't sign? You support him taking back voting rights even though you didn't sign? Do you know that if he succeeds, your voting rights will be diluted to less than 15%?"
"It's not much different from before," Yun Jin said with a smile.
Lan Li said unhappily, "President Yun, could you please be a little more professional? Don't forget that once he gets the voting rights, he won't be tied to you anymore. Do you know what that means?"
Yun Jin lowered her head and set out the tableware: "I know."
This means that when she and Hua Cheng disagree, Hua Cheng no longer needs to consider her opinion.
Worse still, it means she might end up like that Mrs. Zhou, completely losing her voice in Yuncheng.
"I advise you to sign a supplementary agreement with him before the board meeting, requesting a portion of the voting rights. I'll draft the agreement, and you just need to sign it." The wealthy woman said sternly, displaying the professionalism of a lawyer with a red circle around her name.
Yun Jin just smiled and said, "No, it won't happen."
Lan Li paused, not understanding the meaning of her words. Did she mean that Hua Cheng would not succeed, or that she would not be put in a passive position?
Yun Jin has to go to work tomorrow, so the two parted ways after dinner.
When Yun Jin returned home alone, the house was pitch black.
She didn't turn on the light and groped her way back to the bedroom in the dark. The perpetual calendar on the wall emitted a faint red glow, making it look like a crime scene at first glance.
She stood in front of the perpetual calendar for a moment and sent a message to Hua Cheng: When are you coming back?
Hua Cheng replied instantly: It will probably be a little later.
Yunjin: Specific time.
Huacheng: Around 11 o'clock?
Yun Jin: Bring me Chengji scallion pancakes when you come back.
Hua Cheng: Okay.
After the brief conversation ended, Yun Jin went to the bathroom, and again she didn't turn on the light.
She was born in the mountains and lived with her uncle in another mountain after the age of 11. This long-term life of living under someone else's roof instilled in her a habit of frugality to the point of being harsh.
She spent over a decade learning to be extravagant and wasteful, yet she always habitually turned off the lights and did things alone at night.
After taking a bath and changing her clothes, Yun Jin looked at herself in the mirror by the moonlight shining through the window.
With well-proportioned features, a beautiful figure, and skin and hair that gleamed with the glow of meticulous care, she looked as pretty as a 20-year-old.
But it's only 'seemingly'; when standing next to someone who is actually 20 years old, there's a very clear sense of older sisterhood.
Yun Jin likes this sense of sisterhood she possesses. Time is the sharpest weapon, allowing her to accumulate enough experience to protect everything she deserves.
Life is good.
Yun Jin stared at herself in the mirror for a while, then turned the mechanical watch on her wrist counterclockwise.
She waited patiently for a few minutes, and after vaguely sensing the air shifting, she skillfully closed her eyes.
The next second, her legs went weak, and when she opened her eyes, she saw herself lying on a two-meter-long bed, with an electronic perpetual calendar hanging on the wall opposite the bed.
[July 13, 2013, 8:11:33 PM]
The way this watch travels through time is by refreshing the screen in place.
She left this time and space on the bed last time, so she will appear on this bed again when she returns. After turning clockwise once, she will return to the bathroom she just left in.
Yun Jin took out the phone she had bought in this time and space from the drawer, got out of bed and walked straight outside.
It was already dark, but the old town was still bustling with traffic.
Yun Jin arrived at the Royal Bar by taxi. As soon as she stepped out of the car in her seven-centimeter stilettos, two waiters in floral shirts came to greet her.
"Sister Yun, you're here!"
"Sister, we've been waiting for you."
The waiters were very enthusiastic. Yun Jin glanced at them and realized they were not nearly as pretty as Hua Yu, but they were youthful and fair-skinned, which made them quite pleasing.
Sister Yun was in a good mood, so she casually took out a few bills from her bag and gave them to them, which earned her even more enthusiasm in return.
Yun Jin was surrounded as she entered the bar, and she ran into Hua Yu right at the entrance.
Hua Yu, holding the tray, took a step back to the side.
Are you going to pretend you don't know me?
That's so much fun.
Yun Jin walked straight past him.
"Are you still using booth number 19 today, sister?" a waiter asked.
Yun Jin: "Let's go to a private room today, and find one with good soundproofing."
Private room fares are generally higher than booth fares, and higher fares mean higher commissions.
The waiter's eyes lit up: "Alright! And the drink? The same as before?"
“The wine,” Yun Jin stopped and turned to look at Hua Yu behind her, “you decide.”
Hua Yu looked over upon hearing the sound, and once again met her dark eyes.
The two waiters exchanged a glance, realizing something and feeling somewhat resentful, but not daring to disobey their distinguished guest, so they could only chat for a few more minutes before leaving.
Hua Yu was still standing in the passageway, with the cold air from the air conditioner in front of her and the heat of the summer night behind her.
The clash between hot and cold forces, and the attack from both sides.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yun Jin smiled and said, "You promised me yesterday, have you forgotten?"
Hua Yu paused for a moment, then said in a deep, pleasant voice, "I haven't forgotten."
Yun Jin stood still, watching him with a leisurely air.
Hua Yu lowered her eyes and led her directly to the best soundproof private room.
Sister Yun was quite satisfied with this.
The moment the door closed, the deafening drumbeats were shut out. Yun Jin, who didn't like noise, breathed a slight sigh of relief and slowly sat down on the sofa.
"What kind of wine would you like?" Hua Yu asked.
Yun Jin looked into his beautiful eyes: "I already told you, it's up to you to decide."
Hua Yu: "The same as before?"
Yun Jin smiled: "If I wanted things to be the same as before, why would I let you decide?"
Hua Yu paused for a moment, then asked, "Any kind of wine is fine?"
"Um."
Hua Yu went straight out.
Two minutes later, he brought in a bottle of fine champagne.
Yun Jin raised an eyebrow slightly when she saw the wine: "Why did you choose this one?"
"The minimum spend for the private room is 3000, this one is 3600, and after the discount it's 3060, which is just enough to cover the minimum spend." Hua Yu calmly met her gaze. "Anyway, you don't drink, so there's no need to buy the expensive one."
Although Yun Jin had guessed the reason, she still fell silent briefly when she heard him say it himself.
In just over ten days, she spent over a million yuan in the VIP booths alone. Tonight, on her first time in a private room, she set a record for the lowest spending.
Although 20-year-old Hua Yu is brooding and aloof, he is surprisingly well-behaved. If it were 32-year-old Hua Cheng, he would want to make his guests hand over their ancestral property.
The old fox should be punished, while the good boy should be rewarded.
Yun Jin looked at the handsome young man and asked, "Want to sleep with me?"
The young man, who thought he had experienced a lot and could remain calm no matter what happened, looked up in surprise upon hearing this.
A note from the author:
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Mr. Yun is just that decisive.
Draw 50 red envelopes~
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