Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 643 - 280: Deception and Turning Tigers Against Wolves Part 2

How much my private equity fund can earn in a year, even if you're not clear on the exact figure, you should have a rough idea, right?

However, your idea does have a certain feasibility.

So, I can help, but I must get the share I deserve.

Yet, I don't want to tarnish my good reputation, so what should I do?

Why don't you give me a suggestion?"

Han Lie spoke with a strongly mocking tone, and the lingering effects of alcohol seemed to have no impact on his reason.

Gao Diaomao felt very regretful about this.

But as Han Lie spoke, Gao Diaomao also felt a strong sense of relief—

I'm not afraid you'll ask for too much; I'm only afraid you won't ask at all, and even more afraid you have other schemes in mind!

If it was simply a matter of wanting a share of the profits, that would be much easier to handle.

"Mr. Han, how many shares do you want?"

"That depends on how much net assets your company has..."

Han Lie smiled amiably, then dropped a bombshell—

"You give me shares worth 600 million in actual value, I'll sort out the project for you, and then I'll take a little dividend later. Fair, right?"

Gao Diaomao's pupils shrank sharply. "Do you mean... I have to buy the shares myself and then gift them to you for nothing?"

"Mhmm."

Han Lie grinned, showing his shiny white teeth. "I'm not asking for much, am I?"

Not much? Bullshit!

Gao Diaomao almost burst with anger, his chest boiling with fury as if it were about to explode.

He knew his company's situation best. Gao Yuan Real Estate's debt ratio was already close to 70%, leaving less than 3 billion in net assets.

Han Lie, with a single demand, was asking for 20% of the shares. This was outrageous!

Moreover, once the project was successful, the two properties could ideally yield over 6 billion in profit; even in a less than ideal scenario, it would be 4 billion.

How much would Han Lie take away?

At least 800 million, or even as much as 1.2 billion!

And he would be continuously draining the company's profits!

Of course, there were pros and cons.

Han Lie joining the company could greatly open up financing channels and bring in new connections and backing.

Considering this, whether it was a loss or a gain was still uncertain.

Gao Diaomao was angry for less than five seconds before he quickly calmed down.

His strong self-control was one reason; another was that he had long been mentally prepared to be hit hard.

Turn against him over this? Only an incredibly naive and impulsive person would do that... Continuing the negotiation is the right move.

"Mr. Han, 600 million is a bit too much. That's almost 15% of the company's shares. Setting aside whether I have that much money, just acquiring the shares isn't very realistic. Our company's shareholders aren't so easy to negotiate with..."

Gao Diaomao made a pained expression, trying hard to appear pitiful.

"That's your problem."

Han Lie shrugged lightly. "If you think it's too expensive, you're free to find someone else to handle your idea. Why should I get involved in this mess without sufficient incentive? Mr. Gao, you don't really think I'm interested in your real estate industry, do you?!"

This was brutally honest, almost completely tearing away the pretense.

The real estate industry is a vast reservoir and has been the strongest wealth-creating legend for nearly a decade, but it is still inferior to the financial industry.

The top conglomerates in the country, those distinguished enough to be known as 'XYZ Group' or 'So-and-so Conglomerate,' are all financial groups.

In Gao Diaomao's view, Han Lie indeed had no reason to covet control of his company.

With his private equity fund doing so well, who would dive into real estate?

But Gao Diaomao still hadn't given up. "Mr. Han, our two plots of land, though not as large as Mr. Gu's, are superior in both location and sector. The profits will be quite high! You're asking for 20% right off the bat. I can understand your potential contribution, but how could the other shareholders possibly accept it?"

Han Lie smiled, stood up decisively, and extended his right hand.

"Mr. Gao, it's getting late. Let's not disturb young Mr. and Mrs. Gao's rest. We'll talk another time, shall we?"

Gao Diaomao's heart suddenly jolted.

The entire industry, as well as many banks, have their eyes on Han Lie. If I miss this chance today, it will be hard to see him again anytime soon! He has plenty of options; whom else can I turn to?

Gao Diaomao grew anxious and, gritting his teeth, said, "Mr. Han, you just want shares worth 600 million, and then to peacefully collect dividends?"

"Or what?"

Han Lie chuckled in amusement. "Am I going to kick you out, run the company myself, and switch careers to sell houses?!"

Gao Diaomao himself was amused by this and chuckled awkwardly, shaking his head. "Heh, no, of course not, of course not..."

Han Lie didn't sit back down. Instead, he shook his head and patted Gao Diaomao's shoulder.

"Mr. Gao, I'm someone who always pays close attention to managing risk. We don't know each other well, and suddenly we're discussing such a large collaboration. I'll need to audit your company's actual situation thoroughly, right? Then, I'll take some shares, act as a supervising minority shareholder, and receive the money I'm due. Is there anything unreasonable about that?"

"Reasonable, very reasonable!"

Gao Diaomao threw caution to the wind. He bowed, nodding incessantly, like a damn lapdog.

He was a master of knowing when to yield.

And this old fox, Gao Diaomao, hadn't given up on fighting for his interests and continued to haggle. "Mr. Han, I can give you the shares, but 600 million is really too much... To be honest with you, 600 million is almost 20% of the company. Even if you gave me the money to buy them, I couldn't acquire that many! Now you're asking me to gift them... Where am I supposed to get them?!"

Han Lie wore a playful smile. He suddenly dusted off Gao Diaomao's shoulder with a gentle, leisurely gesture, as if brushing away a speck of dust.

In this atmosphere, the young man asked with a smile, "What if I can turn your crappy Plot A into 2.5 billion?"