Fang Wentao said nothing.
"Two hours." Zhao Jianguo said, "I'll make a call. Regardless of whether it's successful or not, I'll give you a reply within today."
Fang Wentao looked at the watch.
Then he nodded.
"I'll come back in two hours."
He stood up.
When he walked to the door, Zhao Jianguo suddenly spoke:
"Mr. Fang."
Fang Wentao stopped.
"What did you say about my son... what did he say?"
Fang Wentao There is no looking back.
"Mr. Zhao Chen," he paused, "We haven't formally communicated yet."
The door is closed.
Zhao Jianguo is sitting alone in Meeting Room.
He looked at the landline phone on the table.
The microphone was in his hand for a long time.
He didn't dial.
He was thinking - what exactly has Lin Wanqing been trying to do all these years?
Looking for money? She is already Finance Director, with an annual salary of tens of millions, and she can walk through the gray tunnel of Henglong more smoothly than anyone else.
Pictured: For more than ten years, he has never thought about divorce.
Picture title? She has been hiding for more than ten years and has never admitted in public that she has three children.
What's the picture?
He remembered the interview video he saw yesterday. Lin Wanqing looked at the camera with red eyes and said that she "had three children and never dared to make it public."
Her expression didn't look like she was acting.
That's really aggrieved.
I have been wronged for more than ten years.
Zhao Jianguo Put the microphone back.
Pick it up again.
Put it back again.
Ten minutes west.
He dialed three times and hung up three times.
The fifth time, he pressed the speakerphone button and started dialing.
Connected.
"Late Qing Dynasty."
There was no sound on the other end of the phone.
"Wan Qing, why did you do this?"
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed across his throat.
"Do you know what's going on outside now? Do you know that my Pledged Shares will be liquidated on Monday?"
Lin Wanqing's voice came from the receiver, as cold as ice:
"I know."
"Then why do you still-"
"Because it was your son who forced me." Lin Wanqing interrupted him,
"If he doesn't give me a way to survive, I will let him die too."
Zhao Jianguo was stunned.
"You're crazy..."
"Yes." Lin Wanqing said, "I'm just crazy."
She paused, and her voice suddenly became softer, with a kind of broken-hearted calmness:
"Zhao Jianguo, I have been with you for more than ten years. In order not to affect your family, I hid my three children for thirteen years.
Where were you when your son forced me to refund my money, force me to plug holes, and force my companies to stop working?"
Zhao Jianguo opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"You can't do anything in Detention Center."
Lin Wanqing said, "Then why should I think about it for you?"
"But my shares--"
"Your shares have been pledged."
Lin Wanqing interrupted him, "If your position is liquidated on Monday, you will be nothing on Tuesday."
Her voice returned to that cold calmness:
"But I still have the company under my name, the relationships I have managed over the years, and the assets I have accumulated outside of Henglong - when this storm passes, I can create another Henglong."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.
"So you can figure out what to do with your shares."
Busy tone.
Zhao Jianguo held the microphone and remained motionless.
He forgot to hang up.
Forgot to put it down.
I forgot that the phone call had ended.
Fang Wentao When he pushed the door in, he saw this picture--
The founder of Henglong Group, Zhao Jianguo, who once had a net worth of tens of billions, is like a clay sculpture, holding the phone that has been hung up long ago, looking at the glass partition with blank eyes.
Fang Wentao sat down opposite him.
He didn't ask "Did you get beaten?" He didn't ask "What did she say?"
He just pushes the file to the window again.
"Chairman Zhao," he said, "There is another plan."
Zhao Jianguo didn't move.
"We had preliminary communication with the Mr. Zhao Chen team."
Fang Wentao said, "He is willing to take over your shares."
He paused:
"It's not a forced liquidation, it's a transfer by agreement. The price is discounted based on Monday's estimated value. Once you sign, the 800 million debt will be transferred to his name.
Overselling Risks, liability for insurance, joint and several lawsuits - all go with him."
Zhao Jianguo finally raised his head.
He looked at Fang Wentao.
"What price did he offer?"
Fang Wentao was silent for two seconds.
"Fifty million Hong Kong Dollar. cash."
Zhao Jianguo smiled.
That smile was ugly, like crying.
Zhao Jianguo put his hands on the table and leaned forward.
The handcuffs made a muffled sound as they hit the armrest of the chair.
"Fifty million?" His voice was very low, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
"My shares were worth 3 billion three years ago. They were worth 1.5 billion last year."
He stared at Fang Wentao:
"Is it worth fifty million now?"
Fang Wentao did not avoid his gaze.
"Chairman Zhao, that's not how the account is calculated. It also includes a liability of 800 million."
He said, "Moreover, this is an agreement transfer, not a market transaction. The risks borne by the buyer are different."
He clapped his fingers:
"First, the stock price is likely to exceed 5.5 at the opening on Monday, and the actual value of your shares has shrunk.
Second, Mr. Zhao Chen must immediately replenish the pledge after taking over, which requires at least 200 million cash quota.
Third, and most importantly--"
He paused:
"You have no other buyers."
Zhao Jianguo leans back on the chair.
There was silence for a long time.
"... two hundred million." He said,
"You tell him, 200 million. I will package all the shares in my hand, with additional repayment obligations."
Fang Wentao shook his head.
"Impossible," he said, "I won't even raise this price for you."
"Then you go and talk." Zhao Jianguo said, "We have been friends for fifteen years and you go and talk for me. He won't talk to me anymore."
Fang Wentao was silent for a few seconds.
"I can fight for you," he said, "But you have to be mentally prepared."