Chapter 125: Make a Call (2/2)

“…”

A new problem emerged.

The scene fell into dead silence again.

The shareholders’ hearts fluctuated wildly, looking at each other, unsure of how to respond.

They very much wanted Erlunsi to shine.

If the annual income could reach 4 billion, their net worth would grow hundreds to thousands of times.

But the key issue was.

What did this young man, who might lead the company to glory, want?

The shareholders fell into deep thought, swaying from side to side, while Wang Yang became infuriated.

Seeing the situation out of control again, he immediately stood up and shouted at everyone.

“Hey, hey, hey!”

“Are you all stupid!”

“Letting a middle school student talk here for so long, confusing you all, and you, being in your forties and fifties, how can you listen to a kid talking nonsense!”

This statement once again swayed the undecided crowd.

Many people reversed their opinions again, leaning towards Wang Yang, after all, no matter what, Zhao Qingfeng’s face was too young, making it really hard to fully convince them.

But.

Whether it was nonsense was not for him to say.

Zhao Qingfeng still ignored him, as if he was nothing.

He just sat there calmly and indifferently, smiling, without saying a word.

Until the scene quieted down again, when all the questioning or nervous gazes once again locked on him, he slowly began to speak, uttering the most shocking statement of the shareholders’ meeting.

“As an investor contributing intellectual efforts to solve the major crisis facing Erlunsi and uncertainties about future development, including information asymmetry, stock repurchase, financial compensation, and all arrangements for future company valuation adjustments, my intention was to draft a valuation adjustment agreement with you all.”

“The legal department should know, a valuation adjustment agreement is essentially a bet agreement.”

“What I mean is, if you allow, I will join Erlunsi as an investor, expecting 20% of the equity, with an expected return of 1000% profit in three years.”

“As for my position, that’s for the shareholders’ meeting to decide.”

“If agreed, we can draft the valuation adjustment agreement now. Moreover, to dispel your doubts, I can answer ten questions. Any question is fine, whether it’s about the future development of the domestic economy or the company’s trend, to prove my strength.”

“I have finished speaking.”

“You only have thirty minutes to consider.”

The advantage is mine, the pace is mine.

For Zhao Qingfeng, influencing everyone’s thinking through language was just too easy.

This last professional and confident statement once again stunned everyone present!

The colleagues from the legal department had been listening all along.

They couldn’t believe that an eighteen-year-old boy knew what a valuation adjustment agreement was.

And he even stated the expected demands and expected returns, which are genuinely meaningful in legal terms!

The shareholders were all dumbfounded.

20% of the equity, wasn’t that asking too much?

You should know.

As major shareholders, Wang Yang and a few others only held about 10%.

Li Jianjun had a bit more, but also only about 15%.

The other onlookers were even more astonished, their mouths agape, some scratching their heads, some stroking their chins, with sounds of disbelief filling the air.

In an instant.

The room fell silent again.

Though people found it absurd, they dared not underestimate it, their emotions incredibly complex.

The shareholders’ gazes became serious again.

After all, Zhao Qingfeng had a point.

To dispel doubts, you can ask ten questions.

In that case.

Why not try it?

If he could perfectly answer all the tricky questions raised, this seemingly absurd and impractical matter might indeed have a possibility for discussion.

“Mr. Zhao, since it has come to this, as one of the major shareholders, I will ask a question first. I want to know…”

One of the major shareholders quickly wanted to ask a question.

But.

Zhao Qingfeng interrupted again.

He looked at the time; it was noon. If he wasn’t there, Shen Lingyao would definitely go home for lunch.

He didn’t know if his mother was upset, and he missed the little girl, too. The shareholders’ meeting was far less important than they were; he needed to make a call to check on the situation.

“Wait a moment, someone hand me a phone, I need to use it.”

He tapped the table lightly, naturally, as if a boss instructing an employee.

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