At seven in the evening, the atmosphere inside the Ye Family Villa was oppressive.
Over the course of the day, Ye Group's stock had fallen by 60%, which meant the Ye Family's assets had shrunk by the same amount.
Although the Ye Family owned assets beyond Ye Group, the company was one of their most important holdings. Its importance to the family's overall business was self-evident.
More importantly, their internal estimates showed that they now controlled only 35% of Ye Group's shares.
They had realized that afternoon that the mysterious funds were trying to swallow up Ye Group.
But the disparity in their financial resources had left them suppressed at every turn as they tried to buy back shares, and their efforts had achieved little.
Now the Ye Family faced a brutal reality: Ye Group seemed to have changed hands.
This was a common problem for publicly listed companies. It was easy for an enemy to acquire a company with a massive influx of capital.
But if they did not go public, they could not raise funds, and the Ye Family would run short of money.
A family as large as the Ye Family had expenses to manage everywhere. They had to buy cultivation resources; without money, they were sunk.
Ye Haipeng still could not figure out who would go to such lengths to acquire Ye Group.
Acquiring a company this way required spending more than the company itself was worth.
It was an entirely self-defeating act.
"Smash..."
"You useless fool! A whole day has passed, and you still don't even know who the other side is!"
Ye Haipeng looked at Ye Zhenshan, who stood nearby with his head bowed, and hurled the expensive antique cup in his hand at Ye Zhenshan's feet. It shattered into pieces.
"Master! Someone outside