Official Career Storm

Chapter 1742: Chapter 1742

Evening.

Chairman Fang arrived as promised.

As the host, Lin He arrived early.

"Chairman Fang." Lin He shook his hand firmly.

Chairman Fang sat down, took the cigarette handed to him, and asked, "What brings Mr. Lin to see me?"

Lin He smiled, "Chairman Fang, you’re quite direct."

Chairman Fang smiled without speaking. Given his current situation, he had no mood for pleasantries.

He knew Lin He was definitely here for his company, so he might as well be straightforward.

"What do you want, Chairman Fang?" Lin He asked, "Tell me, and I’ll see if I can help."

Chairman Fang replied, "The company accounts are frozen."

Lin He nodded, "I understand, you want the accounts unfrozen so the money can be transferred out?"

Chairman Fang exhaled smoke and nodded, indicating Lin He was right.

Lin He asked, "Once the money’s out, what will happen to the company? As far as I know, there are still some profitable departments."

Chairman Fang said, "If it were up to me, I’d sell it, but with the account frozen, we can’t transact."

"I see." Lin He said, "I have an idea, not fully thought out. Let me share it, and you can see what you think."

Chairman Fang looked at him with interest, curious to hear a useful suggestion.

Lin He said, "I’ll help you get the money out from the public account, you leave a twenty percent cut for me as a fee."

Chairman Fang’s eyelid twitched.

Twenty percent!

He really dared to ask for a king’s ransom.

The account had over three billion yuan.

Of course, within these three billion, there are employee salaries for next month, interest to banks, and operating expenses...

After deducting these, about seven to eight hundred million would remain.

And this seven to eight hundred million, if withdrawn through normal channels, would incur hefty taxes.

The actual amount pocketed would likely be around five hundred million.

This five hundred million wouldn’t entirely belong to him since he was just a senior executive with minimal shares.

Converting dividends, shares, and salary, he’d get around twenty million.

But now Lin He was asking for twenty percent.

Twenty percent of three billion is six hundred million, more than the company’s net profit.

And to put it bluntly, if the board could tolerate a loss of six hundred million, would they even need him?

They could easily get provincial leaders involved.

So without thinking, Chairman Fang shook his head and declined.

Lin He smiled, "Does Chairman Fang think that’s too much?"

Chairman Fang smiled, "The board wouldn’t agree."

Lin He said, "Of course, the board wouldn’t agree. After all, the company belongs to them. But why should Chairman Fang refuse? The company isn’t yours."

Upon hearing this, Chairman Fang paused and looked at him, seeing a subtly meaningful look in his eyes.

His heart stirred gently, listening as Lin He said, "Chairman Fang can take the money and start over elsewhere."

Chairman Fang was a bit tempted by his words.

Indeed, the company isn’t mine, so why should I worry for them?

As long as I get my rightful share, that’s enough, isn’t it?

In the adult world, everyone minds their business. Who cares about others’ lives?

With this thought in mind, Chairman Fang’s perspective shifted.

He calculated his shares and salary. By the City’s proposal, he’d get only a little over a million.

If he could unfreeze the accounts, he’d at least get twenty million.

But twenty million isn’t enough!

This money was his in the first place.

It should at least double!

With a clear plan, Chairman Fang asked, "Mr. Lin is also interested in the company’s quality assets?"

Lin He nodded, "Couldn’t hide it from you, Chairman Fang."

Chairman Fang said, "I can cooperate, but..."

He paused, smiling at him, and Lin He said, "Name your price, Chairman Fang."

"One hundred million." Chairman Fang said, "I don’t care how much you take, but I need to ensure that’s the amount I get."

His mental price was forty million, but business is business, and you start high and negotiate.

Lin He asked, "How much is in the company account?"

"3.3 billion."

"What’s the salary expenditure ratio?"

"About 24%."

"What’s the profit margin?"

"8%."

"And the debt ratio?"

"72%."

"Not bad."

Lin He was very satisfied with these figures.

"One hundred million, no problem."

Chairman Fang smiled upon hearing this and extended his right hand, "I’ll be waiting for your good news, Mr. Lin."

Lin He shook his hand, stood up, and said, "Take your time eating, Chairman Fang. Wait for my call."

After he left, Chairman Fang leaned back on the sofa, contemplating the potential impact of the situation.

This kind of covert matter certainly couldn’t be disclosed to the board.

Moreover, once done, he wouldn’t be able to stay in Jiangzhou to avoid board retaliation.

The acquisition process must be safe, without any procedural issues; even if sued, he wouldn’t fear.

The only worry was retaliation.

So once he got the money, he’d have to leave Jiangzhou immediately and disappear for a while.

As he was fantasizing about his future life with the money, he suddenly stiffened, thinking of Song Guanchao.

Though Lin He was supported by the Lin Family, with vast resources and connections.

He was slightly worried about whether Lin He could handle the official matters.

If not for Song Guanchao’s persistent meddling, he wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Though Lin He has a remarkable background, it’s uncertain if he can deal with Song Guanchao.

As he pondered, his mood grew troubled.

This was a hundred million, with which he could retire comfortably, living out the rest of his life.

But worrying was futile; all he could do was wait patiently.

...

"Sister Weiwei, it’s time to eat."

In the living room, Zeng Li hopped off the sofa, happily heading towards the kitchen.

Song Guanchao, holding the last dish, smiled reluctantly as he emerged from the kitchen.

He had originally planned a romantic evening with Wu Qiangwei.

But Zeng Li, having no plans after work, wanted to shop with Wu Qiangwei.

At the time, Song Guanchao could see the helplessness in Wu Qiangwei’s eyes, clearly, she was also eagerly anticipating their date night.

She had no choice but to suggest celebrating at home since the issue of pollution in the park was resolved.

Hence this scene unfolded.

Besides Zeng Li, Wu Ming also came.

"Shall we have some wine?" Zeng Li asked.

Wu Qiangwei gave a barely noticeable glance at Song Guanchao, who pretended to be indifferent.

Just the two of them would mean drinking for sure and drinking well!

But with others around, he couldn’t display too much eagerness, lest someone notice his relationship with Wu Qiangwei.

"Let’s have some red wine," Wu Qiangwei said casually, taking a bottle of red wine and handing it to Wu Ming, "Open it."

Wu Ming rolled his eyes, reluctantly taking it and silently playing his role of a toolman.

A few minutes later, they all sat down.

Wu Qiangwei and Zeng Li sat together, while Song Guanchao could only sit beside Wu Ming.

Wu Ming discerned deep resentment in his eyes, and from his sister’s eyes, he sensed her disdain, frustrating him almost to the point of suffocation.

Damn it, being a third wheel wasn’t his idea. They insisted he come—now they despised him.

If not for fear of his sister’s scolding, he’d have laughed out loud and left.

"Director Song, I toast to you with this glass of wine. You deserve the main credit for the positive outcome of the pollution incident."

Wu Qiangwei slightly raised her glass, and Song Guanchao raised his in acknowledgment, downing it in one go.

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