Hang City, private club.
Inside an antique-style private room.
Meng Chuan sat upright, personally pouring a cup of freshly awakened Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao for Tian Chengye across from him, his manner humble and appropriate.
The face that usually carried a hint of arrogance now bore unmistakable exhaustion and lingering fear.
"Director Tian." He pushed the teacup over. "Congratulations. I heard about Huineng Electronics."
Tian Chengye smiled, lifted the cup, and gently blew on the steam. "I suppose I've benefited from my Jingjing's good fortune."
His words were full of unconcealable emotion and satisfaction.
Only five short days had passed since the birthday party that changed everything.
Tang Yi Precision had officially dispatched an expert team to coordinate with them, and a preliminary technical cooperation proposal was already sitting on his desk.
Even before that, he had quietly repurchased the shares held by the two minor shareholders who had always been at odds with him, at an extremely low price.
Now, his stake in Huineng Electronics had exceeded 80%!
He could practically foresee Huineng Electronics soaring to new heights in China's new energy sector under the protection of Tang Yi Precision, that aircraft carrier of a company!
Of course, what excited him just as much was—
His daughter Jingjing had also been reassigned by Tang Song. She was to join the renowned De Ju Ren He as a "Global Special Projects Partner."
After more than half a year of repression, Tian Chengye now felt as though he had returned to the high-spirited days of starting his business twenty years ago.
Meng Chuan echoed his sentiments for a couple of lines, then lowered his voice. "Director Tian, I don't know whether you've heard, but Conrad—something happened to him."
"Oh? What happened?"
"Yesterday, New York Mellon Bank issued an official internal