Song Qingyou was willing to go all in, and this move was a last resort, but she clearly underestimated Qin Tian.
He saw through Song Qingyou's chess game.
Song Qingyou was straightforward with him, and he was equally frank with her.
The two went back and forth, and it remained to be seen who would emerge victorious in this contest.
However, Song Qingyou was at a disadvantage. She had originally planned to gradually consolidate her gains after the New Year, giving her enough time to integrate the shares. But Song Chen's actions hurt Fu Wenzhou, which made her want to prevent the family from having a good New Year.
This has led to the current predicament.
Song Yuan still holds 45% of the Song family's shares, which can only be recovered after he is sentenced. I only have 15% in my own hands.
If she chooses to acquire the shares of other directors at a high price and regain control of the Song Group, it means that she will have to give up the interests of Dingsheng and Shiyu, otherwise the funds she currently has are not enough.
If she doesn't buy these people's shares, she won't be able to discuss financing with SY. She'll end up fighting to the death with these people and watching helplessly as the Song family goes bankrupt.
Qin Tian understood this point perfectly, which is why he was able to negotiate with me calmly.
Song Qingyou took a slow breath.
She was still anxious.
We should wait a little longer.
Seeing that the situation was in his favor, Zhang Kai began to mock again, "Miss Song, why don't you say something? How about we move out of this seat?"
With a confident expression, Qin Tian took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "I have a suggestion for Miss Song. After all, Song's is your maternal grandfather's business. Why don't you buy our shares? That way, you'll have the board seat and the old man's business too. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"
Song Qingyou's expression was aloof as she glanced at the other person indifferently: "Then I wonder how much President Qin plans to sell your shares for?"
Qin Tian gestured a number: "Miss Song, we are all your elders, so we naturally won't make things too difficult for you. However, this chairman's position isn't something anyone can just sit in. How about we set it at 50% above the market price?"
"Fifty percent?" Yang Fugang exclaimed angrily, "Isn't that just asking for the moon?!"
Qin Tian laughed and said, "Hey, Mr. Yang, you can't say that. It's a matter of willing buyer and willing seller. I was just making a suggestion."
After a few seconds of silence, Yang Fugang said, "Qingyou, your Uncle Li and I will sell it to you at 20% below the market price. Once the news of Song's broken capital chain gets out, the share price will also drop."
Song Qingyou looked at Yang Fugang and Li Yan with gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you, Uncle Yang and Uncle Li."
"Don't be so polite with your uncle." Yang Fugang sighed. They only had five percent of the shares, and now the Song family was beyond their control. This was all they could do to help their grandfather's granddaughter.
Zhang Kai sneered, "President Yang and President Li are truly magnanimous; they are indeed the old man's most loyal dogs."
"You!" Yang Fugang was nearly sixty years old and had a heart condition. He was so angry that he almost had a heart attack.
Song Qingyou raised her eyes and said expressionlessly, "Fifty percent? President Qin really has the nerve to ask that."
Qin Tian was not in a hurry at all. "It's alright, we have plenty of time. Miss Song can think about it slowly. In any case, it's just a matter of us all dying together. It's just that we can afford to lose, but Miss Song, you may not be able to afford to lose."
Song Qingyou's eyes suddenly turned cold as her gaze swept over Qin Tian's pockmarked face.
Throughout, her tone and expression remained calm, without the slightest loss of composure, and she didn't even frown once.
After a long pause, she raised her eyes indifferently, as if she had already made a decision.
"I……"
"Wow, it's so lively here."
Before Song Qingyou could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a low, cold, and flippant voice.
She turned around abruptly and saw Fu Wenzhou leaning against the door frame, exuding a nonchalant air, but his raised eyebrows held a cold smile.
A man followed behind him, his forehead covered in sweat: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I... I couldn't stop him."
When Qin Tian saw Fu Wenzhou, his face suddenly turned cold. He had been secretly relieved that he hadn't seen this madman follow him today, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't escape!
Fu Wenzhou, as if nothing had happened, strolled over with his hands in his pockets, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Song Qingyou. His gaze swept over everyone, his eyes filled with a frivolous and disdainful air: "Come on, repeat your suggestions from earlier."
Everyone present wore long faces, clearly displeased by the arrival of this uninvited guest.
Everyone in the capital knows Fu Wenzhou's temperament.
When this person gets ruthless, they can kill someone without them even realizing it.
It's like two people arguing; usually, it's just words. But he's different; he'll fight you to the death.
Who the hell would dare mess with this madman?
Qin Tian knew he couldn't lose his composure at this moment, so he calmly said, "Mr. Fu, this is a matter for our Song Group. It's not appropriate for you to interfere."
Fu Wenzhou crossed his legs, his arm casually draped over the back of Song Qingyou's chair. Hearing this, he chuckled softly, a sound that seemed both mocking and displeased, with an indescribable air of languor: "Song Qingyou is my wife. I can interfere whenever I want. Is it any of your business?"
As he spoke, he didn't forget to observe Song Qingyou's reaction. Just then, she turned her head and looked over, and their eyes met in mid-air.
Fu Wenzhou had ulterior motives and was naturally a little guilty, but after not seeing any signs of anger from Song Qingyou, he was satisfied.
Song Qingyou pursed her lips. She had no doubt that if Fu Wenzhou had a tail, it would be wagging its tail in the air by now.
She covered her mouth and coughed lightly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Zhang Kai said coldly, "Mr. Fu, if Miss Song wants to buy our shares, then of course we should set the price. We think that a price 50% higher than the market price is a normal and reasonable request."
"I see." Fu Wenzhou's voice was languid, a half-smile playing on his lips. "What's your name again?"
Zhang Kai frowned, puzzled, but still answered, "Zhang Kai, a director of the group."
Fu Wenzhou nodded thoughtfully, then said casually, "How about this, I'll use the money from buying your shares to bankrupt your son's company. What do you think of that idea?"
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