This sent a chill through his heart.
He knew clearly that this was just the beginning of the impact.
The subsequent series of chain reactions would be the true horror.
The business model, information disclosure chanisms, and weaknesses in the core technology of Win-win Technology were all under scrutiny.
The Series C financing was almost destined to fail.
If they couldn’t achieve a significant breakthrough in performance in the next year or two, listing on the New Third Board would beco an illusion.
And once the listing plan couldn’t be completed, the terms of the betting clause in the investnt agreent would be triggered.
Investors in Win-win Technology are all professional financial institutions, and they wouldn’t let any opportunity slip by easily.
The cruelty, cold-bloodedness, and greed of capital would be fully displayed through them.
Calculated at the valuation during Series B investnt (350 million) with an annualized 10% interest for repurchasing, it amounts to a colossal number.
For Win-win Technology, which was already struggling with its financial chain, this would undoubtedly be a devastating disaster.
So the result...
Thinking of this, Ren Mingyuan’s breath beca rapid.
He suddenly realized that the tragedy that once happened to Youjie Housekeeping would replay on Win-win Technology in an even more brutal way.
...
At 8 PM, the presentation ended.
The lights on the main stage dimd gradually, the overhead lights turned to a warm white of 4000K, and soft piano music drifted in the air.
The entire banquet hall was enveloped in an elegant and relaxing atmosphere.
The dinner officially began.
The nu was a custom fusion of Chinese and Western cuisine, with each dish thoughtfully designed to satisfy the taste buds and serve as a visual feast.
Shen Yuyan sat next to Tang Song, elegantly picked up her knife and fork, and sliced the foie gras and beef ribs for him, then considerately placed it in front of him.
"President Tang, please enjoy."
Her voice was gentle and appropriate, with every detail impeccable.
The sound of conversation gradually rose, from whispered exchanges to heated discussions, and the atmosphere ward up.
After having a taste of so dishes, the guests began to leave their seats one after another, holding wine glasses and heading towards other tables to toast or exchange business cards.
At such gatherings, few really co with the sole purpose of eating. Many take advantage of the friendly atmosphere to communicate, expand their network, and foster potential cooperation opportunities.
As ti went by, the main venue beca more and more lively, with people starting to mingle.
"Hello, President Tang." A middle-aged man approached with a wine glass. "I’m Zhou Mingcha, vice president of Huading Group. Our group had previous collaborations with Rongliu Capital. It’s an honor to et you here."
Tang Song raised his champagne glass gently, "Hello, President Zhou."
Zhou Mingcha smoothly pulled out a gold-embossed business card and handed it over: "Our company has always been interested in investing in the cultural industry. If President Tang has any relevant projects needing cooperation, feel free to contact ."
"Sure, thank you for your support, President Zhou."
Assistant Shen Yuyan quickly reached out to take the business card, polite and composed.
As the core area of the entire conference, visitors ca incessantly, naturally.
Each visitor brought different purposes—seeking cooperation, expanding their network, or simply wanting to chat with Tang Song for a brief mont to show closeness.
Shen Yuyan followed closely by Tang Song’s side, acutely sensing the subtle tension in this social ga.
At this mont, her presence was particularly important. Delivering business cards, recording information, tily interjecting to relieve awkwardness...
These seemingly trivial tasks made her an indispensable part of Tang Song.
She knew in her heart that this was the best opportunity to showcase her value, and she had to firmly grasp this rare chance to fully prove her abilities in front of Tang Song.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning:
[Leverage and rise! Replace Lin Muxue!]
If Tang Song were just an entrepreneur with significant funds, like the asset holder of Lanfeng International Hotel, then she might hope to cooperate with him and enter a new track through resource integration.
However, what she witnessed tonight totally shocked her, overturning her cognitive frawork.
The world was far more complex and vast than she imagined.
Instead of continuing the "humble" entrepreneurship path, trudging along with limited resources, she had another shortcut—to lean on the high platform provided by Rongliu Capital and gain more support and opportunities.
Thinking of this, she subconsciously glanced secretly at Anne Kate.
The graceful, lazy deanor and the powerful aura she exuded made one reverent.
She couldn’t help but secretly guess, what exactly was the relationship between this Ms. Kate and Tang Song?
From the information she currently possessed, it seed many of Tang Song’s enterprises bore the shadow of the Kate Consortium.
This once low-profile alumna was indeed intricately tied to such a colossal entity.
If Anne Kate is truly Tang Song’s backing, then his power probably far exceeded her estimation.
Shen Yuyan’s heart raced.
If she could truly integrate into Tang Song’s circle, even becoming one of his trusted core people, her life would be completely rewritten.
Once this idea popped up, it was impossible to suppress.
[Qingqing, I’m sorry... but I really can’t control myself]
[Xue! You’re really hogging the gold mine but not using it, with so many good resources, yet you’re running around pulling pretentious stunts at small gatherings every day?]
[Let teach you what true pretentiousness looks like!]
[Before, I had no choice, but now I just want to be an Assistant Shen!]
...
At this mont, a timid female voice ca from the side: "President Tang... Tang Song, it’s a pleasure to et you here."
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