The events of that 'Pig-Slaughter List' year are still vivid in his mind.

So, seeing so much cash sitting in the company's account made his whole body itch.

He had to hurry and spend all the money.

Where to spend such a big sum?

It was really a bit challenging.

Just when he was worried about spending money.

Someone else was worried about raising money.

Wang· Hundred Million Small Goal ·Jianlin, was pouring out his troubles to his old comrade-in-arms.

Ever since the downturn in the real estate industry, with domestic business shrinking substantially and large foreign investments being halted, he didn't even know how many small goals his net worth had dropped by.

He had long fallen from his former position as the richest man.

Now, you don't even see his shadow in the top ten, not even in the top thirty.

Last year, he was ranked 36th on the domestic rich list, with 59 billion.

The substantial decrease in his net worth seemingly made him even fall behind Sun Dasheng?

Of course, this wasn't personal; as the saying goes, the broader environment is very important.

Nowadays, at the front of the rich list are all internet and automotive industries, everyone in real estate, like him, has seen a substantial decrease in their net worth.

It's completely different from ten or five years ago.

"Old Wang, didn't you get that 60 billion from the Middle East this April to buy some breathing room? Why the long face?"

The old comrade sitting opposite Old Wang was none other than the Universe Bank's Shanghai Branch President, Qian Jinsheng.

Old Wang had drunk a bit much tonight and opened up to his old comrade: "Breathing room I got, but the performance hasn't improved at all. They all say those Middle Eastern tycoons are stupid with money, but they aren't actually stupid. Now they're putting pressure on me."

"Saying if the performance doesn't improve, they'll consider replacing the leader at the shareholders' meeting."

Qian Jinsheng slapped his thigh, "Didn't you just invite a wolf into the house?"

"Who says not? But at the time I had no choice; without that 60 billion, the company wouldn't have made it this far. But losing 60% of the shares meant I lost a big part of my say in the company."

Old Wang wore a bitter expression, far from the high spirits of saying "a small goal" in past interviews.

"Caught between a rock and a hard place, what do you plan to do?" Qian Jinsheng poured him a drink, suddenly his eyes swirled as he thought of someone.

Thinking that the person in front of him was a longtime old comrade, he had to think of a way to help, so he leaned in and whispered: "Want to bring in reinforcements?"

"Reinforcements?" Old Wang sobered up from the alcohol.

Immediately shook his head quickly, "No one would want to take over this mess right now, seeing Xu Pidai's cautionary tale out there, everyone treats real estate like a tiger, who dares put their money into this bottomless pit?"

"Only those foolish-moneyed Middle Easterners have the guts for it right now. Do you think I didn't look for people domestically? Not one agreed."

Qian Jinsheng smiled mysteriously, "You just tell me, are you willing or not, as for this person, I will naturally find them for you."

Old Wang looked at his old comrade's serious expression, not seeming like he was joking, thus he straightened up.

With eyes bright and full of attention, he said: "As long as you find someone willing, I'll immediately facilitate a connection, get shares from those Middle Easterners."

"Oh? Do those Middle Easterners talk so easily?" Qian Jinsheng was doubtful.

Would they just hand over shares without any benefits?

Old Wang slammed the table confidently, "I don't want all their shares, just need them to give up a part so the three of us can keep each other in check.

If they don't agree, I'll drop it all, let their 60 billion go to waste.

Even if I can't pull the company ashore, you think I can't pull it down?"

At the end, Old Wang was a bit heartbroken, Wanda was built bit by bit with his own hands over the years, more dear to him than his own son.

In the end, he had to risk this dear son's safety on others.

When Sun Dasheng received Qian Jinsheng's call, he was a bit stunned.

Wang· Hundred Million Small Goal ·Jianlin was, of course, a household name to him.

After all, this was a legendary figure he often heard mentioned when he entered society from the campus.

Unexpectedly, he now sought his help?

What is this called?

This is called, what goes around comes around.

One word, satisfying!

Answered the invitation.

It was still that hidden restaurant in the old neighborhood from last time.

The quiet private room.

It was Sun Dasheng's first time meeting Old Wang in person; he looked him over a few more times.

Old Wang also curiously observed this mysterious millionaire praised by his old comrade.

He immediately recognized him; isn't this the guy who's been making headlines, affectionately called the rich fool by netizens, and who threw a billion onto the bankrupt Weima Automobile?

Having received this information, Old Wang instantly felt at ease.

The old comrade really had his back, introducing him to someone like this.

He was initially afraid the person would be too domineering, especially if they were an old-school millionaire from the same circle.

Because having too strong an ally can be hard to control.

Ah!

The person in front of him seemed just right.

The rich fool, who doesn't really meddle—after investing a billion in Weima, just installed a few directors to oversee finances and didn't get involved in specifics.

The matter had long been a hot topic in the circle.

After all, at a time when major investors are holding onto cash and investing cautiously, such a persona emerging attracts a lot of attention.

"This must be President Wang, pleased to meet you!" Sun Dasheng initiated courteously.

Wang Jianlin also quickly got up to shake hands, showing his respect.

"Please sit! I wondered which big shot from Shanghai City President Jin would introduce me to, turns out it's the sensational President Sun, I've heard much about you."

"Haha... I'm afraid it might not be a good reputation, right?" Sun Dasheng said with a smile as he sat down.

"No, no, President Sun, you're mistaken, you are a prized figure in the industry, wielding substantial capital, everyone wants to cozy up to you; it's thanks to my old friendship with President Jin that I have the privilege of meeting you."

Seeing Old Wang so politely low-key, it completely contradicted his usual high profile outside.

He couldn't help but sigh: money really is a man's courage. Without it, even the Old Wang who used to sing his heart out at annual parties becomes so cautious now.

Because of President Jin's connection, this meal turned out to be quite enjoyable.

Not much was discussed regarding the project at the table, mainly because the amount of money was too significant; Old Wang felt that such a simple gathering couldn't seal the deal.

As an experienced man of the world, Old Wang had patience. As long as he solidified this connection through this meeting, everything afterward could be handled easily; he could wait.

But after the meal, Sun Dasheng suddenly proposed: "President Wang, we've eaten and drunk, feel free to speak your mind."

This was a bit beyond Old Wang's expectations.

But having navigated the business sea for many years, his adaptability was stellar; he quickly chuckled and said, "Honestly, this meal was just to get acquainted with President Sun, fostering good relations."

"I didn't think President Sun would be so direct; actually, I do have a difficult favor to ask, but I'm unsure if I should."

"Just go ahead, President Sun is entirely different from your generation's entrepreneurs, he doesn't like beating around the bush, say what you need straightforwardly." President Jin smoothed things over.

Because he noticed a hint of impatience on Sun Dasheng's face.

Probably not very accustomed to the Tai Chi Skills of the older generation entrepreneurs.

President Jin, who often dealt with money, clearly had keener senses.

And he wasn't wrong.

Hearing the roundabout words, he really did feel a bit impatient.

However, upon hearing President Jin's mediating words, he relaxed his expression and joked: "President Wang, just say what you have, rest assured, in honor of President Jin, if it's within my ability to help, I certainly will, but if it's beyond my powers, you can't blame me."

Watching this 'straight shooter' of a young man, Wang Jianlin wasn't annoyed at all, because he saw a reflection of his younger self in him.

How nice!

Youths should be like this.

As an entrepreneur who started his business after leaving the military, he, too, was once such a straight shooter.

Life naturally dislikes convoluted talk.

But after years in this huge melting pot, inevitably, he had picked up some of the habits he once disliked.

"Alright!" Wang Jianlin slapped his thigh, stood up, and stared straight at Sun Dasheng, "Since President Sun is so forthright, I won't beat around the bush."

The Wanda Group is currently facing an unprecedented predicament; I hope Brother Sun can lend a hand and pull me up."

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