Zhao Chen leaned back on the chair and looked out the window at the city skyline that was gradually being swallowed up by the dusk.
At this moment, his mind was quickly simulating the equity changes brought about by various ratios, the scale of financing, and the pressure on the Zhao Jianguo/L late Qing side.
After thinking for a moment, he withdrew his gaze, looked at Chen Xi, and made a decision:
"Once Rights Issue exceeded 50%, there was too much movement and too many variables. Even if we wanted to attract Independent Shareholder with a high discount, the risk of failure would be high.
At this stage, stability is the top priority and there cannot be any surprises."
His tone was calm but with an unchangeable determination,
"Just prepare Contingency Plan according to the ratio of 10 shares for 4 shares."
His mental arithmetic was as fast as lightning. Based on the total share capital of 400 million, this ratio meant an additional 160 million shares.
"The Rights Issue ratio of 40% falls just below the 50% red line, which is completely within our control.
The scale of financing is not yet determined, it depends on Market Reaction and subsequent needs.
What you have to do now is to compile all the Legal Document templates, Board of Directors and Shareholders' Meeting process schedules involved in the 10-for-4 plan.
and possible regulatory communication points, into a complete, ready-to-launch Contingency Plan package."
He paused and said, "We'll see the price later. It's too early to decide now."
"Understood." Chen Xi nodded solemnly and wrote down this highest priority task.
"The plan will be kept strictly confidential and will only be prepared within the necessary scope. 10 shares will be offered for 4, and 160 million new shares will be added...
This ratio can not only achieve sufficient financing and dilution effects, but also completely avoid the risk zone of Independent Shareholder voting, which is very safe."
"Yeah." Zhao Chen glanced at the dazzling market value of 2.848 billion on the screen for the last time, with cold eyes.
"Let Performance Express stir up the water first, so that those who deserve peace of mind can rest assured for the time being.
Celebrate the New Year well and stabilize the inside. As for the Rights Issue knife, when and how to unsheath it, we will wait for the best time."
Chen Xi picked up the tablet and knew that the communication on the core layout had been completed.
She said no more, nodded slightly, turned around and exited the office.
After Chen Xi left, the office was once again filled with a deep silence.
The cold light of the display screen reflected on Zhao Chen's face, outlining a slightly tight outline.
Every confrontation with Lin Wanqing, even if it seems to have the upper hand, actually requires a lot of effort to predict, game and suppress. This kind of effort is far better than simple labor.
The slight sound of the door opening broke the silence.
Su Wantang walked in with a plain white porcelain cup, steam with the fragrance of herbs rising from the mouth of the cup.
She gently placed the cup next to Zhao Chen's hand, and her eyes fell on his slightly frowned eyebrows and the slightly tired corners of his eyes.
Without saying a word, he just stretched out his hands and pressed his temples gently and irresistibly.
"Don't move, close your eyes." Her voice was like a feather brushing against her ears.
Zhao Chen's body stiffened slightly, then he leaned back on the chair obediently and closed his eyes.
The slightly cool and soft fingertips, with just the right amount of force, slowly but firmly massaged the tight acupuncture points, and the reassuring light fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose.
Every tense nerve related to Lin Wanqing seemed to be loosened little by little under her silent touch.
He couldn't help but let out an almost inaudible sigh from his throat.
After a long time, the tense eyebrows finally relaxed.
Zhao Chen closed his eyes and spoke in the relaxing silence, his voice much softer than before:
"It's almost Chinese New Year."
"Yeah." Su Wantang responded without stopping, "Time flies so fast."
The two of them tacitly avoided a certain key name that should have appeared in the topic of "New Year" - Zhao Jianguo.
It was as if it was an invisible forbidden zone that no one wanted to touch first and destroy the rare tranquility at this moment.
"New Year Goods It's time to get ready." Zhao Chen changed directions,
"The company has benefits, and the family has to feel like celebrating the New Year.
You look at what you need to buy, make a list, and I'll ask the driver to go with you, or I'll pick someone up to deliver it to you."
"Okay, I have an idea." Su Wantang agreed warmly,
"In addition to the family, there are a few elders and teachers who take good care of them. Shouldn't we also prepare some festive gifts and visit them before the new year?"
She is referring to several people who helped Zhao Chen's mother when he was alive or in his early growth.
"That's right. I'll give you the list later. You can carefully consider the gift."
Zhao Chen paused and seemed to hesitate before asking,
"What about you? During the Chinese New Year... do you want to go back and see your uncle and aunt?"
He was referring to Su Wantang's biological parents. He always regarded himself and Su Wantang as equals.
The fingertips rubbing behind him paused almost imperceptibly for half a second, and then resumed their regular movements.
Su Wantang's voice was as calm as if he was talking about someone else:
"Ever since... I decided to get married because of the trouble at home, the relationship has faded away.
It will be awkward for each other if we go back. Whether we go back or not depends on the situation, it doesn't matter."
Zhao Chen can hear the helplessness and alienation hidden in the understatement.
She sacrificed her marriage and emotions for the sake of her family, which may have brought her a short respite, but it also made her a "trading item" in her native family, with an awkward position.