The core idea of the plan quickly became clear:
Taking advantage of Zhao Jianguo's obsession with Control and Lin Wanqing's remaining Cash Reserves, design a Rights Issue price that puts them in a dilemma, forcing them to fire the last bullet.
The meeting is coming to an end.
Su Wantang serves hot tea for everyone and reminds you gently:
"The day after tomorrow will be Lunar New Year's Eve. These calculations and plans are not urgent for a day or two, right? We have to let everyone take a breather and celebrate the New Year."
Zhao Chen took the tea cup, and the warm touch relaxed his tense nerves slightly.
He looked at the three most capable assistants and allies in front of him, and a rare and warm smile appeared on his face.
"Wantang is right. This is the last moment of the year and the business ends here."
He picked up the tea cup and said, "The specific calculations will be refined after the year. Aunt Zhang, Chen Xi, you have worked hard too. I wish you New Year happiness in advance. After the year... there may still be tough battles to be fought."
"Xiao Chen, Zhao Zong New Year are happy." Zhang Qingxue and Chen Xi raised their glasses at the same time.
Su Wantang also smiled and raised his cup.
The two teacups touched together lightly and made a crisp sound.
Outside the window, one or two pre-tested fireworks occasionally exploded in the city's night sky. The momentary light reflected on the glass, and then quickly disappeared.
The meeting ended, Chen Xi and Zhang Qingxue left first with new tasks.
Su Wantang was packing the tea sets, while Zhao Chen was standing in front of the window, looking at the scattered fireworks in the distance.
Underneath the hustle and bustle of the past few years and the temporary calm, is a picture of the decisive battle that has been clearly outlined.
Lin Wanqing's trust funds are being consumed, and Zhao Jianguo's most cherished controlling rights are being placed on the scales and awaiting valuation.
This year may be the last one Spring Festival he can spend relatively "easily" since his rebirth.
Years later, when "10 for 4" Subscription Plan is thrown into the market like a carefully packaged "New Year gift package", the real capital strangulation and power transfer will enter its climax.
He needs to rest and gather strength.
And his opponents are probably also planning how to get through this Spring Festival, which has tight capital flow but has to maintain its appearance of respectability.
Su Wantang After putting away the tea sets, she came to him quietly and looked at the faint fatigue and emptiness on his face that had never been shown in front of her subordinates.
She didn't speak, she just stretched out her hand and handed a glass of warm water to Zhao Chen.
The water vapor curls up, bringing a touch of warmth.
"Suddenly... I don't know what to do." Zhao Chen suddenly spoke, his voice was low, with a rare, almost blank tone.
He didn't look at Su Wantang, as if he was talking to himself. "It seems that from... from that day on, it was like there was a whip whipping behind my back, and there was a fire burning.
Classes, raising money, Short Selling, entering Board of Directors, quarreling, settling accounts... Every minute is filled, I can't stop, and I don't dare to stop."
Su Wantang didn't know what "that day" was, and she didn't ask.
He paused and finally turned his gaze to Su Wantang, his eyes showed the reality after removing part of the armor:
"Now, the Chinese New Year is approaching, the arrangements that need to be made have been made, and the things that need to be done have been done, and everyone suddenly dispersed and went back to their homes.
I looked at this empty building, and this sudden extra time, instead...
It's a bit unaccustomed. It's like a machine that has been running at high speed for a long time and suddenly loses power, but it is still trembling with inertia."
Su Wantang's heart was gently tugged, and he was pulled back to the sofa.
"Machines also need maintenance. They need to stop to refuel and cool down. People even more so."
Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, "You have been too tense during this period. If a string is stretched too hard, it will break."
Zhao Chen twitched the corner of his mouth and responded with a wry smile.
He picked up the hot water and took a sip. The warmth spread from the tip of his tongue, bringing a real and alive feeling.
"I'm not afraid that Henglong won't be done well."
He put down the cup and pointed at the smooth porcelain wall,
"I am confident, more confident than anyone else, that I can make it survive, or even live better. Optimize debt, clean up garbage, focus on cash flow... I can do these things."
His eyes gradually became deeper and his tone became darker:
"But I can't accept that I spent so much effort to drag it out of the mire, clean it, and make it strong, only to end up making a wedding dress for others.
Especially, for the person who regards my mother's hard work and my life as a stepping stone."
Su Wantang knows that "that person" refers to Zhao Jianguo.
She listened quietly.
"So, I have to find a way to prevent him from keeping his shares."
Zhao Chen's voice was very calm, but it contained a biting chill.
"Little by little, justifiably, pry him out of that position. Rights Issue, that's the first step."
Su Wantang remembered the discussion at the meeting just now and asked softly:
"But if he and Lin Wanqing really bite the bullet and use their last cash to participate in Rights Issue and keep their shareholding ratio, wouldn't we... be in vain? Instead, we will help them consolidate their position?"
"It won't be in vain." Zhao Chen shook his head, a calculating cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Rights Issue itself will suck out the last bit of liquidity on their surface. But this is not enough. I will continue to exert pressure from other aspects.