Don't say, really don't say.

Old Wang is quite to his liking.

If it were other real estate people, he wouldn't be interested in dealing with them.

Because even if the system ensures he won't lose, there are hardly any good people among them.

They're all sucking the blood of ordinary folks.

Once upon a time, he too was drained by a house, wasn't he?

So his feelings are just like those of ordinary people; he gnashes his teeth when speaking of these damned real estate developers.

But Old Wang is indeed somewhat different.

He mainly deals in commercial real estate—Wanda Plaza, with hundreds across the nation.

Can't say it makes shopping convenient for people, but at least the harm to people is much less.

If there's any fleecing, it's of the wealthier folks.

If sitting before him was a developer like Xu Pidai who leaves people with abandoned buildings, he'd definitely walk away.

Yet Old Wang is indeed different.

He suits his taste; a good person.

Conversing with him is unpretentious (maybe reality has hit him several times, making him more honest.)

"How much do you need me to contribute?" Sun Dasheng asked directly, without messing around.

Wang Jianlin laughed happily, acknowledging that his interest indicated potential in the deal. He did not open his mouth wide but, after some deliberation, said, "The counterpart has taken 60% of the shares. To ensure a safe controlling stake, our goal is to achieve a relative controlling stake of 51%. If conditions allow, achieving an absolute controlling stake of 67% would be even better."

He left a choice for Sun Dasheng without deciding firmly.

Actually, he wasn't sure about how much was left after the counterpart's billion-dollar investment in Weima Automobile.

The only ones aware of his finances, aside from Sun Dasheng himself and the company's finances, are the bank specialist handling his company's account and the bank president, President Qian Jinsheng.

Although the latter is an old comrade, the principle issue is not easily breached. He can only hint that the funds he holds are abundant. As for how abundant, you'd have to figure it out yourself—basically guess.

Specific amounts, he surely can't disclose.

Because, if the counterpart learns of it, the consequence is severe.

After all, there are four major banks in the country. If there's an issue here, he can transfer funds to the other three major banks.

Hundreds of billions of cash, he can't bear that responsibility.

"67%? How many shares do you hold now, how many are still needed, and how much money? Just give me a single figure." Sun Dasheng didn't care to calculate and asked directly for a number.

This made Wang Jianlin more confident; he's overflowing with assurance.

An important matter is at hand!

So he merrily said, "I currently only hold 40% of the shares. To achieve an absolute controlling stake of 67%, there's still a 27% gap. Currently, the company's market valuation is 100 billion, so 27% is 270 billion."

After speaking, he stared directly at the counterpart.

Only to see no change in their expression, as if 270 billion was insignificant.

It really was insignificant.

Sun Dasheng smiled faintly, "Can 270 billion really settle it? No extra money needed? Those Middle Eastern folks willing to sell it at cost again?"

Wang Jianlin laughed heartily, "Of course not, we're all businessmen here, no one's dumb with lots of money, that's just their façade for outsiders. In reality, they're quite shrewd.

But this time, I'm seeking your help, Brother Sun, so the additional cost for the transaction, I'll handle alone. You don't need to contribute more.

As long as you provide 270 billion in cash, I'll safely transfer the 27% of shares to you; the rest you don't need to worry about, leave it to me, Old Wang, to handle. I've mingled domestically for years; I have my connections."

Beside them, President Qian added, "President Sun, don't worry about it. Old Wang might be a giant fallen camel now, but still bigger than a horse."

Sun Dasheng laughed and said, "This, I've no worry about. I just heard…"

He paused midway through his sentence, gestured upwards, then smiled without a word.

Old Wang and President Qian exchanged a hearty laugh.

"Brother Sun, you've got it wrong." Old Wang seemed to instantly understand, explaining, "Those Red Boys have no interest in our sunset industry anymore. Indeed, many shares were secretly held by them, but now everyone knows there's no future in this field, so they've all shifted focus to emerging industries."

Ah, now it makes sense.

Sun Dasheng finally understood why his journey to acquire a new energy vehicle wasn't smooth and ended up acquiring a bankrupt Weima Automobile.

Turns out, other new forces are backed by them.

Everything explained now.

Before acquiring Weima Automobile shares, their company did send purchase intentions to those scorching hot new energy vehicle companies, but most vanished without a trace.

"Alright! Let's go with that." Sun Dasheng nodded.

Wang Jianlin warmly shook hands, "Brother Sun, you're my lifesaver, no need for words, all in the drinks."

Old Wang lifted a bottle of Mao Tai and downed it in one go.

"Whoa! Better not." Sun Dasheng quickly stopped him, "Drinking, be merry, don't let your body suffer, or it's not pleasant. Besides, Wanda is a big company needing President Wang's robust health to lead forward."

Perhaps the last sentence deeply touched Wang Jianlin; he put down the bottle and bowed deeply to Sun Dasheng, a gesture he's never done in his life.

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