After Wang Tianlei left, Jiang Che sat back down, blew on the barrel of the Golden Desert Eagle, and turned his gaze back to the Wang Group executives.
"Before coming here, Lingxiao Capital's investment department had already discussed the price for acquiring Wang Group shares with all of you. That is also the bottom line I agreed to."
"I hope you'll do me the favor of showing some respect and not refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
"I've said my piece. Who supports this, and who opposes it?"
Jiang Che looked down on everyone present, his icy gaze sweeping across the room. He casually toyed with the Golden Desert Eagle in his hand, spinning it constantly as though it might accidentally go off at any moment.
The Wang Group executives were scared out of their wits once again and hurriedly began stating their positions.
"I'll sell! Young Master Jiang, I'm willing to sell my shares for three hundred million!"
"Young Master Jiang, I'm willing too. We can sign the contract right now!"
Without a doubt, Jiang Che's strategy of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys had worked brilliantly.
Intimidated by Jiang Che's tyranny, these Wang Group executives did not dare utter another word of protest and scrambled to hand over their shares.
If they sold now, they could at least walk away with several hundred million. If they stubbornly resisted, not only would they get nothing, but they might even be shot dead by the volatile Young Master Jiang.
Rich people cherished their lives. Their money had not been spent, and they had not yet enjoyed enough of their luxurious lives. They did not want to die just like that.
As for making an issue of today's events afterward and suing Jiang Che for