"It's not about giving up, it's about cutting losses."
Lin Wanqing corrected, his eyes as sharp as knives,
"Zhao Chen wants Stock Issuance and lets him allocate it. At most it will dilute our equity. We will keep most of the funds in our own hands to cope with changes.
Even... if the time is right, we can take advantage of the stock price fluctuations and secretly increase our holdings."
"No! I will never agree!"
Zhao Jianguo roared, the veins on his forehead popped out,
"Henglong is my life's work! It's the thing with my name Zhao Jianguo engraved on it! It's absolutely impossible for me to give up the controlling stake and watch it fall into the hands of that traitor!
Don't even think about it! As for the money, you have to figure it out! If you squeeze it, there is always something! If it doesn't work for those few construction companies, just sell one or two! But Henglong's shares must be kept!"
Squeeze it? Sell it? Lin Wanqing looked at him, suddenly feeling extremely ridiculous and exhausted.
Does he know how troublesome it is to sell a company?
Do you know how easy it is to deal with assets under such rumors?
He only has his "kingdom" and his "dignity" in his mind, completely ignoring the danger of reality and their actual situation.
The two faced each other silently across the glass.
On one side is a man who is still fighting in a corner, clinging to old dreams of false fame;
On one side is a woman who smells a fatal crisis and is eager to preserve her strength and cut off her tail to survive.
The same interests once bound them tightly, but now, facing a desperate situation, this chain of interests has revealed two completely different sides, tearing them apart in two directions.
The meeting time is coming soon.
The guard began to signal.
Lin Wanqing glanced at Zhao Jianguo for the last time. There was no longer the tenderness, calculation or dependence in his eyes, only the frozen determination and a trace of unconcealable disappointment.
She said nothing more, stood up slowly, straightened her clothes that had no wrinkles at all, turned and left.
The back of the figure is straight, but there is a chill of all-or-nothing.
Zhao Jianguo froze in place, looking at her back as she left without any regret, and opened her mouth, but in the end no sound came out.
A huge wave of betrayal anger and a deeper panic seized him.
He realized that some things had quietly changed during the time he was trapped here.
The strongest alliance has cracks that he can't repair.
And to what extent will this rift be exploited by covetous opponents?
Detention Center's coldness seemed to have penetrated his bone marrow.
Su Wantang drove the black Bentley car and slowly parked in front of the Villa's door. The engine hummed and went out, and the soft sound of the wheels running over the gravel also fell silent.
The car was shrouded in a subtle silence, separated from the cold night outside by a layer of glass, but it could not separate the almost physical exhaustion and dependence flowing between the two.
Zhao Chen sat in the passenger seat and did not move.
His eyes fell on the familiar yet seemingly distant outline of the house outside the window.
Everything that happened these days--
The tense situation in Board of Directors, the malicious surge of public opinion, and the angry and distorted face of the father in Detention Center - like the cold tide, after it recedes, it leaves behind moist and heavy gravel, which is clogged in the chest.
At this time, a slightly cool but soft hand gently touched the back of his hand that was still holding the gear.
He turned his head.
In the driver's seat, Su Wantang looked sideways at him.
She didn't ask anything, just looked at him like this. Silent, but more powerful than any words.
A strong and complicated emotion suddenly rushed into Zhao Chen's throat--
It was the exhaustion after a fierce battle,
It is the sorrow of facing the ugliness of a loved one,
He also felt unreserved and heavy gratitude to the woman beside him, as well as a trace of deep guilt that even he himself was ashamed to admit.
He relied on her and needed her, but he had to drag her into the center of the vortex stirred by his own hands again and again.
His Adam's apple rolled and he unbuckled his seat belt.
The soft sound of the metal buckle popping open was particularly clear in the silence.
Then, he leaned over, his movements a little slow, but with an unquestionable determination.
Su Wantang seemed to be slightly startled, but he did not move away or speak. He just Jingjing watched him approach.
Zhao Chen stretched out his arms, carefully but with an almost greedy intensity, and pulled her into his arms.
This hug was not meant to be affectionate, it was more like an exhausted warrior who finally found the only corner where he could take off his armor on the battlefield where the smoke had cleared.
He buried his face deeply into the warm crook of her neck, where there was the faint and reassuring fragrance of her body, like grass after the rain or silk warmed by the sun.
He took a deep, shuddering breath, as if to carve this breath into his lungs and dispel the chill seeping from his bones.
"Thank you, Wantang."
His voice came out muffled, low and dry, as if it had been ground by sand and stone, and each syllable carried an indescribable weight.
The warm breath brushed against the delicate skin on the side of her neck, causing a slight shiver.
Not just for today's companionship or waiting. It's for everything--