20% of the shares, based on his current understanding of the company's situation, are worth at least several hundred million.

"I agree," Ye Hanwen was the first to respond.

After two seconds, General Manager Li also spoke: "I have no problem either."

Seeing the two agree, General Manager Bi smiled: "Good, then it's settled. Once Old Ye and Brother Qi return after handling their matters, we can sign the share transfer agreement."

Qi Yun felt a bit moved inside. These three were indeed very good business partners, willing to share the benefits they got.

However, he also knew very well that the reason they made such a suggestion was largely because of his connection with Fu Wentao.

But knowing is one thing, and a gentleman judges by actions, not intents, and this time he got a real benefit.

After a courteous refusal, Qi Yun eventually accepted their goodwill.

...

On the other side, in a certain hotel in Bird City.

The man with the slicked-back hair held a phone, pacing back and forth in the room.

The woman on the bed beside him was covering her mouth and wiping away tears, and from the clear slap marks on her face, it was clear the man with the slicked-back hair was not in a good mood.

After about two or three minutes, his phone finally rang, and he impatiently pressed the answer button.

"Well? Did you find where he is?"

The voice on the other end replied: "Yes, we found him. He hasn't been home for the past two days, staying at a friend's place."

"Give me the address!" the man with the slicked-back hair said urgently.

"Shuimu Huafu******"

After getting the address, the man with the slicked-back hair grabbed his coat and hurriedly left, completely ignoring the heartbroken woman behind him.

More than half an hour later, his figure appeared in front of an ordinary residential building.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Creak~"

The door opened, and the person inside looked visibly surprised to see the man with the slicked-back hair, then sighed, "Why did you come here?"

The man with the slicked-back hair's eyes were bloodshot, and he said angrily: "Why are you deliberately avoiding me?"

The person inside, who was Secretary Xia, a close friend who once shared everything with him, knew very well why the other party was deliberately avoiding him.

What he really wanted to ask was about the person behind Secretary Xia.

Secretary Xia peeked around, noticing the emotional instability of the man with the slicked-back hair, fearing a bad impact, he reluctantly let him into the house.

After the two sat on the sofa, he handed over a bottle of water and said, "Have a drink of water first."

The man with the slicked-back hair took the water, placed it aside, and kept his eyes fixed on Secretary Xia: "What exactly happened?"

"Why hasn't the demolition compensation, which should have been paid long ago, arrived yet? Do you know that my company's cash flow is almost broken?"

Although his statement was somewhat exaggerated, it was true that the demolition project had indeed tied up a lot of his funds, severely affecting his other projects, forcing him to apply for bank loans.

What angered him, though, was that the bank managers who once treated him like a VIP were now avoiding him like the plague.

Fortunately, he had strong connections in Kashi, and managed to secure some funding from the bank to temporarily ease the crisis.

Secretary Xia sighed helplessly, lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and slowly said: "There are some things I can't say, and why it became like this, I think you should know in your heart."

The man with the slicked-back hair got even angrier hearing this, slammed the table, and shouted: "If I knew, would I still be here looking for you?"

"What does he mean by this? Is he trying to burn bridges after gaining benefits from me? If it wasn't for my old man supporting him back then, would he be where he is today?"

Upon hearing this, Secretary Xia's expression immediately turned grim. Although the man with the slicked-back hair said "he," it was clear he was also warning him.

He could feel the anger brewing inside the man with the slicked-back hair; it seemed he was indeed at his wit's end.

"You're going too far!" Secretary Xia coldly reminded.

No matter how much the other party shouted or lost his temper, he didn't take it to heart, but such words signaled a potential fallout.

The man with the slicked-back hair seemed to realize he lost his composure, picked up the cigarette from the table, lit it, and took a deep drag to suppress his excitement.

Seeing this, Secretary Xia didn't press further about the other's previous behavior. After a moment of silence, he spoke again: "You really don't know?"

The man with the slicked-back hair's hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, ash falling onto the sofa: "I know nothing!"

Secretary Xia's gaze swept over the man with the slicked-back hair's face, seemingly determining whether he was genuinely unaware or just probing.

After staring at him for a full half-minute, he sensed that the other man truly seemed ignorant.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, he contemplated, "Out of old times' sake, I'll tell you the truth, but honestly, I don't know much more than you do."

"I was suddenly instructed that night not to contact you anymore, and as for the reason, I don't know, as nothing was disclosed."

After saying that, Secretary Xia stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, leaned back against the sofa, and let out a long sigh.

In fact, by speaking those words, he had already broken the rules, and if it reached his ears, he'd surely be sent away to guard a pond.

But he couldn't help it; the man with the slicked-back hair had been overly generous before.

After hearing everything, the man with the slicked-back hair frowned deeply, unable to understand what could have caused such a sudden change in attitude from the other party.

Did they detect a danger and decide to cut ties with him?

But he hadn't done anything illegal recently!

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