It's already September, and the temperature differences between morning and evening are starting to widen. When the wind picks up a bit at night, there's no longer a need for air conditioning or fans.
That night, Chen Feng lay comfortably on the third-floor terrace, scrolling through his phone, gazing at the stars, enjoying the cool breeze, with no mosquitoes to bother him.
Feeling his eyes getting tired, he put down the phone, closed his eyes, and gently swayed on the rocking chair, enjoying a mont of relaxation.
Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, his phone rang, making him frown.
Part of him didn't want to answer, but thinking it might be his mom calling, he picked up the phone to check, only to see it was from Guo ngyao.
"I've basically talked it over with two investors. They're both quite substantial. If you truly want to sell your shares, they can buy them. After discussing with them, their current offer is 90 million. What do you think?"
Guo ngyao got straight to the point.
Upon hearing the offer, Chen Feng was, of course, dissatisfied and said, "Not good enough. Isn't your company valued at over a billion now? My 15% stake should be worth more than a hundred million."
Guo ngyao explained, "Market valuations are difficult to pin down accurately, and there's inevitably so padding. Now that actual transfer of shares is involved, we can't price strictly by market valuation. Besides, this offer is based on a six-billion valuation, which isn't low. I argued this out on your behalf; otherwise, they might not have offered this price."
A six-billion valuation doesn't seem low. After all, last year, ngyao Costics' valuation was at most two or three billion. In less than a year, that valuation has doubled or tripled. Chen Feng had spent 30 million to buy this 15% stake, and selling it now for 90 million equals a threefold profit—isn't that quick? This return rate is quite high.
However, it's not as simple as just profit. Regardless of the fact that 90 million is already a significant gain, the issue is that ngyao Costics is developing well and is highly regarded by many investors. His shares should be worth more.
Chen Feng wanted to sell those shares, but that didn't an he wanted to sell them cheaply.
"This price is too low for ." After so thought, Chen Feng said, "I'm not greedy. If it's 150 million, I'll agree to sell. Otherwise, I'd rather go to the trouble of finding buyers myself. I'm sure many people would be interested."
"Your asking price is a bit high. You're calculating based on a ten-billion valuation, while our company doesn't actually have such a high market value at the mont."
Chen Feng didn't believe a word of that, chuckling a bit as he said, "Anyway, that's how much I want. If you can't find a buyer, I'll look for one myself. Also, didn't you say you're planning to expand and looking for further investnt? How much of your own shares are you planning to sell, and at what price?"
Guo ngyao was silent for a mont before sighing. "Fine. I'll give them your asking price, and I'll cover the difference."
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but chuckle twice more: "Then, thank you. But you'd better discuss it with them again. If they don't agree to my offer, let it go. I'll find other buyers. I don't want you to cover the difference."
"Alright. I can convince them. I probably won't need to cover the difference for you."
"Alright then. Let know when they agree."
"Okay."
After saying that, Chen Feng hung up directly, letting out a sigh; indeed, business is all about cunning.
Guo ngyao was undoubtedly an adept businesswoman. Despite their past relationship, she remained rational and pragmatic. After all, business is business, though it left Chen Feng feeling slightly uncomfortable.
Chen Feng had rely probed, and he could already sense that Guo ngyao and those two investors were colluding to lower the price.
His forr love was now on the opposing side. Though she softened in the end and didn't persist with the lowballing, how could Chen Feng possibly feel comfortable about it?
In truth, Guo ngyao indeed helped those investors to squeeze the price. Both sides wanted to obtain the 15% stake in ngyao Costics, aning ngyao also intended to sell 15% of her shares. After much negotiation, they agreed to pay 160 million, with one condition being to help bring Chen Feng's stake below 100 million.
After hesitating for most of the afternoon, Guo ngyao eventually agreed.
As a result, Chen Feng easily saw through her ploy to help drive down the price, which left her feeling ashad, embarrassed, and regretful.
In the past, she would never have agreed to help those two lower Chen Feng's price—to do anything against Chen Feng's interest.
Besides, for just tens of millions, she wouldn't betray Chen Feng. That obviously wasn't possible.
But lately, Chen Feng had been noticeably neglectful and distanced from her. Even though she herself kind of felt the sa way, it seed like Chen Feng was eager to break off their relationship completely, which undeniably made her feel indignant.
Especially that night when she texted him, and he didn't return her calls or ssages, not even the next day, which significantly fueled her discontent.
Moreover, Chen Feng insisted on withdrawing his shares against her advice, which left her with a sense of abandonnt, a kind of resentful lancholy that led to her actions, despite so hesitation.
The reason was simple. It wasn't about money; she just wanted to spite Chen Feng a little in revenge, let him suffer a silent loss.
But Chen Feng wasn't so easily fooled. He quickly saw through her act and explicitly ntioned her sharing intent, too.
When it ca ti for her to sell her shares, there would be contracts in black and white; as a shareholder, Chen Feng had the right to review them. If Chen Feng sincerely wanted to investigate, it would be hard to keep it a secret.
And so, after rely hesitating for a mont, she guiltily agreed to Chen Feng's asking price of 150 million.
In fact, Chen Feng's asking price wasn't high and leaned slightly on the lower side. For instance, the sa amount of her shares to others was priced at 160 million. This indicated that her company shares were indeed worth that much money.
This made her feel utterly embarrassed, leaving her with a sense of sha that made her want to avoid eting Chen Feng in the future.
Because no matter what, Chen Feng helped her during her most difficult tis last year; she owed him for that favor, and doing this today felt like stabbing him in the back.
Indeed, it was a mistake on her part, arising from not expecting Chen Feng to see through it, plus triggered by her small-minded vindictiveness.
Now, regretting it is useless; Chen Feng must surely be very disappointed in her, and maintaining even the previous kind of relationship, let alone moving further, would be geotrically more difficult.
As Guo ngyao thought about it more, she regretted more, growing angrier, and slapped herself across the face, but it was to no avail.
…..
It was after nine in the evening when Pan Dongliang finally received the news.
His granduncle started the call with a barrage of rebukes, as news about his son Pan Zhizheng had reached him.
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