The huge conference room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Zhang Kai stared wide-eyed, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and gave a dry laugh: "Mr. Fu, what... what do you mean by this?"
Fu Wenzhou raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly: "I heard that your son has started a game company with a friend in recent years, and it seems to be doing quite well? You must have invested a lot of money in it."
Zhang Kai immediately tensed up; anyone who wasn't intellectually disabled could see the blatant threat. He turned to Qin Tian, hoping to get his help.
Qin Tian slammed his teacup on the table and said sternly, "Fu Wenzhou, everything should be done reasonably. Song Qingyou has drained the Song family's resources, causing us shareholders so much loss. Their internal strife has dragged down the Song Group. Shouldn't we, as shareholders, get more?"
"Reasoning?" Fu Wenzhou scoffed, as if he found it amusing: "Sorry, the thing I dislike most is reasoning."
Qin Tianqi's face turned ashen, but he dared not refute anything.
Fu Wenzhou said casually, "I can tell you really like the number 50%. So how about this, my Youyou will reluctantly buy your shares at 50% below market price."
Qin Tian was instantly enraged. He stood up abruptly: "What did you say? Fifty percent below market price?! Fu Wenzhou, how are you any different from a robber?!"
Song Qingyou glanced at him indifferently: "President Qin, when you asked me for 50% more than the market price, how were you any different from a robber? Don't laugh at me for being no better."
Qin was furious and pointed in the direction of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou: "You! You guys! This is simply outrageous!"
Fu Wenzhou sat there leisurely, his tone flippant: "Let me give you a piece of advice: once the Song family goes bankrupt, your shares will be worthless. I'll give you only two minutes to consider, or you'll miss your chance."
Qin Tian was truly anxious and looked at Song Qingyou: "Miss Song, are you really going to just watch your grandfather's hard-earned company go bankrupt like this?"
"That's none of your concern, Mr. Qin. So what if the Song family falls? We can just create another Song family. But if your Qin's Department Store falls, it's a real fall." Fu Wenzhou sneered, "Who do you think you are to negotiate with me? Let me remind you, half of the two minutes have already passed."
Qin Tian's gaze locked onto Fu Wenzhou. The man in front of him clearly had a smile playing on his lips, but Qin Tian felt a chill run down his spine.
He had no doubt about Fu Wenzhou's abilities. This madman was capable of anything, and he was afraid that he would have to sign the contract today, whether he wanted to or not.
Zhang Kai was the first to break down, "I'll sign, Mr. Fu, I'll sign."
He didn't dare risk all his assets to go head-to-head with a mad dog like Fu Wenzhou. Losing Song's shares would at most mean losing more money, but if his son's company was gone, it would be all over.
This madman is terrifying; I feel a deep-seated fear in my heart.
Someone in the industry once offended him, but the very next day, no such person could be found in Beijing.
Zhang Kai was covered in sweat; he dared not gamble with his life.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the rest of the people chimed in, as if they weren't the ones who had just been arrogantly bullying Song Qingyou.
They all grinned and begged Fu Wenzhou to sign the contract.
Qin Tian watched as everyone turned against him, his face turning ashen.
Since Fu Wenzhou has intervened, this is no longer something they can handle. Even if Fu Wenzhou says today that it's less than 80%, they still have to sign the contract.
"Uncle Chang, go prepare the contract," Fu Wenzhou said casually.
Song Chang said "Hey," and immediately went out to print the contracts. In less than ten minutes, he returned, handed over the contracts one by one, and watched the group sign them and leave.
Fu Wenzhou waved to them with great interest: "See you later, everyone."
Someone cursed inwardly, but turned around with a beaming smile: "See you later, Mr. Fu."
Only after everyone had left did Fu Wenzhou turn his face and stare straight at Song Qingyou, "Youyou, what are you planning to do next?"
After a moment's thought, Song Qingyou said, "I plan to go to Jiangcheng."
Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Why are we going to Jiangcheng again?"
Song Qingyou: "I want to meet with the president of SY."
Fu Wenzhou's eyelids twitched, and he asked tentatively, "Why are you going to see the president of SY?"
Song Qingyou glanced at him: "Talk to him about financing. If Song's Group doesn't get financing, it won't last a week. I want to use shares as collateral to make a deal with him."
Before she could finish speaking, Fu Wenzhou suddenly stood up, his tone somewhat cold: "Why did you go to someone else instead of me? Your boyfriend is sitting right here, yet you choose to go to such lengths. Do you think I'm not qualified to cooperate with you, or do you think I'm incompetent?"
Song Qingyou frowned slightly, not answering his question, but glancing at his leg. He had gotten up so suddenly; she wondered if he was alright: "Are you healed?"
Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, "It was just a minor injury, nothing serious. Youyou, why didn't you come to me?"
Song Qingyou explained to him, "I think SY's business philosophy is similar to the philosophy I'm going to use to reform the Song family. SY is more suitable to be my partner than the Fu family."
She felt that Fu Wenzhou should be able to accept her reasoning. After all, from a business and long-term perspective, cooperating with SY was clearly better than cooperating with the Fu family, and Fu Wenzhou should understand this.
But she was clearly wrong. After hearing what she said, Fu Wenzhou's face suddenly darkened.
He stared into Song Qingyou's eyes and twitched his lips: "Even though I can help you solve things, you insist on going to great lengths to solve them yourself. You always talk to me about being rational and objective, but your rationality and objectivity mean that when you encounter trouble, you go to Yan Shaoqin or SY, but you never go to me, your boyfriend."
Song Qingyou frowned but did not reply.
Fu Wenzhou's eyes were deep and his voice was low: "I will help you with the financing of Song's Group. If you don't want to give the shares to anyone, just give them to me. Anyway, what's mine is yours, so it doesn't matter."
He deliberately added that last sentence, almost obsessively trying to bind the two of them together.
Fu Wenzhou didn't understand why emotions and career had to be separated so much. He was afraid of Song Qingyou's overly rational nature, and this feeling made him anxious and uneasy.
Song Qingyou glanced at Fu Wenzhou for a few seconds, remembering how he was worried she would be bullied and had come to the company despite being injured. Her tone softened as she tried to reason with him: "It's not that we can't be separated, it's just that I think SY is more suitable..."
“The Fu family can develop new industries. I will support whatever you want to do. Funding, talent, projects, I can provide you with whatever you want,” Fu Wenzhou interrupted her and said in a deep voice.
Song Qingyou frowned and said, "Fu Wenzhou, don't be so willful. The Fu family is a traditional industrial company. Why do you want to switch? Can you think that developing a new field can be done in just one or two years? Don't be so naive."
"Me, willful? Me, naive?" Fu Wenzhou almost laughed in anger. "Song Qingyou, is it so hard to make me your first choice? Have you never really cared about me at all?"
Song Qingyou's fingertips curled slightly, turning a cold white: "This is just a collaboration."
Fu Wenzhou said in a hoarse voice, "I'll just ask you one question: what am I to you?"
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