A re Bai Yuqiu—she can crawl as far away as possible, just don't get in the way of building my damn career!
Thinking of this, Gao Shen took the initiative to hand over his surrender letter.
"Mr. Han, I won't beat around the bush with you. Gao Yuan Real Estate used to have net assets of around 3 billion. After my dad tossed it around, its influence and reputation took a hit, but there's still about 2.5 billion in net value left.
The 5.5% stake I hold, I don't dare and can't ask you for too much. How about this: 125 million in cash, you take it!"
"Also, there's one more thing. I'm actually willing to give the other half to Bai Yuqiu, but she probably can't get it—there are so issues with the company between us two that haven't been properly dealt with. I'll explain it to you in advance so you don't think I'm so kind of scumbag…"
Han Lie waved his hand calmly. "Your family drama, I'm not getting involved. Just don't drag into it so that in the end Xiaoshuang and Xiaoxue co to nag , that's all."
Gao Shen nodded, feeling even more at ease.
Looks like it really was just drunken interest and taking a random bite of a rotten peach; Han Lie doesn't take Bai Yuqiu seriously at all…
Makes sense. The man's got younger, prettier Xiaoshuang and Xiaoxue looking after him. Either sister alone is enough to wear him out—where would he still have the energy to think about a middle‑aged Bai Yuqiu past her pri?
The little green kid projected from himself onto others, stubbornly suspecting that the scene he saw that day of Bai Yuqiu bracing herself against the wall had so other reason behind it, and he was sure Han Lie neither had that intention nor that ability.
So the last bit of pent‑up frustration in his heart pretty much dispersed.
"Alright, alright, so we have a deal then?"
"Sure."
Han Lie stood up and shook hands with Gao Shen, then casually added one last reminder:
"I can pull the money out anyti on my side, but you'd better settle your family matters first. If you can avoid divorce, try not to divorce. If you really have to, at least get the asset split done clearly; otherwise how are you going to throw yourself into your career wholeheartedly? Right?"
"Okay, don't worry!"
A flash of resolve crossed Gao Shen's eyes; clearly he had made so sort of decision.
He didn't feel he was being influenced by Han Lie, but in reality, his every move had long been completely under the control of Grandmaster Lie's palm.
Barring surprises, the divorce lawsuit should proceed very, very quickly…
...
While the Gao‑idiot father and son were starting to stir things up, Han Lie also entered an unprecedented busy period.
At the top of the list, the biggest thing worth ntioning, was of course that his fund company was finally registered.
The parent company's na was Sky Capital.
The GP was Han Shi Holdings, holding 60% of the shares. It was a sole proprietorship with registered capital of 100,000.
The LP was Phoenix Holdings, holding 40% of the shares. It was a company registered on Hong Kong Island by an overseas platform, which then set up a wholly owned subsidiary in the mainland. The legal representative wasn't Han Lie—easy to guess, right?
It was big Naiyun.
Yu Yun thought it through very clearly and happily went to take office.
But in reality, this company had just that one office, you even had to pour your own water.
The fund company under Sky Capital was called Zhongcheng iyu Investnt Co., Ltd.
Abbreviated as Zhongi Investnt, with registered capital of 1 billion.
The current share structure was: Sky Capital 70%, Pan Holdings 25%, Minghao Holdings 5%.
Of that group of shareholders who previously partnered to do the corporatized private fund, only Liu Minghao ultimately got on the bus. This was determined by personal value. The others definitely had ideas and had been "strategizing" around Han Lie recently.
But it was pointless. The current Han Lie had already officially reappeared in the small circle in the image of Pan Shengwu's son‑in‑law. Neither money, beauty nor connections could move the father‑in‑law and son‑in‑law duo, so at best they'd get access to standard investnt fund products.
Both the legal representative and CEO of Zhongi were Han Lie; no one else was qualified.
The compliance director was still Gao Yuan; this dude really saved people a lot of worry.
The trading departnt head was naturally still Jiao Fangyan—beautiful and capable, soone you could trust.
Liang Wu got promoted to executive assistant to the CEO, with inner‑palace‑steward‑level authority.
Liu Minghao served as legal counsel, and Lü Shuli handled in‑house legal affairs.
As for all the other employees, they picked out the ones worth keeping from Zhongcheng isai's original team and put together a small squad.
The forr general manager, Zhao Zhongshi, transford overnight into the back‑office departnt manager.
Then they started recruiting—recruiting financial elites.
Interestingly, President Jin's son, Jin Minghui, really did co. He took a deputy manager spot in the Research and Strategy Departnt.
The departnt head role went to soone President Jin recomnded: Chu Hongfang—male, 43, double PhDs in finance and economics from Fuda, forrly deputy senior researcher at Minsheng's head office Economic Research Institute.
Liu Minghao also recruited a post‑doc from Tsinghua and an international economics expert from Wharton Business School, then added a few young researchers from TOP5 universities, and the research departnt suddenly looked quite legit.
Next ca the office move.
The new company address was in Lujiazui, IFC Phase II, 50th floor.
Downstairs was IFC Mall, the most famous gathering spot for luxury brands and handso guys and pretty girls.
Even though they couldn't possibly use that much space, Han Lie still rented an entire 2,500‑square‑ter floor. Daily rent was 75,000; Panzi got soone to give him a discount. Including property fees, it ca to 25 million a year.
For a financial firm, it's all about the facade.
The 50th floor just happened to be the trading/administration executive level, with a ceiling height of 3.3 ters—super comfortable.
As for the general manager's office, Han Lie didn't ask for much; Zhao Zhongshi proactively cobbled together 218 square ters for him.
From outside to inside: secretary reception area, eting area, workspace, gym area, rest area, a separate big bathroom and restroom—everything was there.
Standing by the floor‑to‑ceiling window, the Bund's beautiful scenery spread out in full view.
You drag Wang Jingze over here to stand for a bit, and he'd be so fired up he'd smash his bowl on the ground and roar: "How can a real man bow for re five pecks of rice?!"
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