249: Chapter 250 A generous reward of thirty months' salary

Three days later, Shanghai Hospital.

Under the military doctor's strict requirements for bed rest and Hong Yun's constant, unwavering care.

Shen Du's body, which had been pushed to the absolute limit of life and death, finally purged the last traces of illness and exhaustion, returning to its peak state.

He took off the loose hospital gown and changed into a sharply tailored black suit.

"Click."

Shen Du pushed open the door to the surgical intensive care unit next door and walked in.

Inside the room.

Shen Hong and Honorary Vice President Yan Feng were half-reclining against their headboards; one was resting with his eyes closed, while the other was boredly flipping through an internal military publication.

Hearing the sound of the hinges turning, both men looked up simultaneously.

"Ready to leave?"

Honorary Vice President Yan Feng closed the publication in his hand, scanned Shen Du from head to toe, and a flash of barely perceptible shock crossed his eyes.

"Yeah, there's still a pile of messes at the company waiting to be cleaned up. I can't keep lying here."

Shen Du replied casually, walked up to the hospital beds, and gave the two of them a crisp nod, a gesture of farewell:

"You two just focus on recovering here. If anything comes up, have the hospital contact me at any time."

Shen Hong didn't waste words, simply giving his nephew a deep look before saying in a low voice:

"Go do what you need to do. The sky outside is yours to hold up now."

From the time Shen Du left for Europe to his return to Shanghai after surviving life-and-death battles, a full month had passed.

But for Shen Du, this month had been a journey across an invisible chasm.

Watching Shen Du's retreating figure, the muscles at the corner of Honorary Vice President Yan Feng's eyes twitched slightly.

As a special agent who had spent years walking the line between life and death, his intuition was far sharper than that of an ordinary person.

He could clearly sense that the Shen Du standing before him was completely different from the head of Jiyuan Technology who had boarded the plane to Europe a month ago.

That death trap, which spanned half the globe and incited a frenzy among multiple nations' militaries, had been a brutal crucible of slaughter.

In this crucible, not only had Shen Du miraculously survived, but he had also perfectly fused the violent, murderous aura he'd picked up amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood into his very bones and blood.

At this moment, every movement of Shen Du's had shed the slickness and composure of a businessman. What remained was a sharpness, tempered by the baptism of violence, capable of slicing through the very air!

It was a suffocating sense of regal pressure that required no effort to project.

Ten in the morning. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a smooth stop in front of the glass doors of the Jiyuan Technology headquarters building.

The driver quickly exited the vehicle and opened the door. Shen Du stepped out, and the moment he crossed the threshold of the massive automatic sensory doors, he keenly sensed something amiss.

The spacious, high-ceilinged lobby on the ground floor was unnervingly silent.

The employees and visitors who usually bustled about, even the receptionists and security staff, were nowhere to be found.

The entire space was so quiet that the only sound was the crisp echo of Shen Du's leather shoes against the marble floor.

"Pop! Pop! Pop!"

The very second Shen Du reached the center of the lobby, deafening sounds of confetti cannons erupted from all directions.

Countless colorful glitter and confetti ribbons cascaded down from the second-floor circular corridor in an instant, filling his entire field of vision.

Immediately after, a dense crowd surged out from behind the load-bearing pillars on both sides of the lobby.

General Manager Chen Shengqiang, Technical Expert Su Hua, Operations Manager Zhang Nan, Lin Zimo, Xu Hao, and even Chen Fei, who was usually stationed abroad, were all present.

This group of key personnel, who managed the various core sectors of the vast Jiyuan Technology business empire, all wore fanatical expressions, erupting into earth-shaking cheers in unison:

"Congratulations to President Shen for securing the massive deal and breaking through the semiconductor blockade in Europe!"

That roar, which threatened to lift the very ceiling, was the emotional release of a group that had spent an entire month suppressing their fear and anxiety.

Looking at the team before him, their eyes shining with excitement, a faint glimmer of warmth flashed in Shen Du's deep eyes.

But he didn't get carried away by the atmosphere to deliver some long-winded, sentimental speech, nor did he paint any grand blueprints.

Shen Du simply raised his right hand and pressed it down gently in the air, instantly silencing the lobby that had been boiling just a second before.

"The end of the year is approaching, so let's skip the sentimental talk."

Shen Du turned to look at General Manager Chen Shengqiang, who was standing at the front, and issued an order in an extremely calm tone:

"Notify Finance. This year's year-end bonus will be thirty months' salary for everyone in the company. Also, before New Year's Day, book the best hotel in Shanghai; let's all celebrate to our heart's content."

No empty promises. In this world, nothing unites people more effectively than cold, hard cash and heavy rewards.

"Understood! I'll go arrange it immediately!" General Manager Chen Shengqiang nodded repeatedly in excitement.

As the words "thirty months' salary" landed with a resounding thud, the atmosphere in the Jiyuan Technology lobby was like a firebomb being thrown into it, instantly blasting to a near-uncontrollable boiling point!

While the aftershocks of the revelry downstairs still echoed in the lobby, Shen Du had already turned and stepped into his private elevator.

When the heavy solid wood doors of the top-floor conference room slammed shut, all the noise from the outside world was instantly cut off.

General Manager Chen Shengqiang, Technical Expert Su Hua, and the other executives quickly wiped the smiles from their faces, taking their seats along the oval conference table with solemn expressions.

They keenly sensed that the cold aura radiating from Shen Du, who sat at the head of the table, was not that of someone here to listen to routine work reports.

Shen Du crossed his hands, resting his elbows on the dark solid wood tabletop. His gaze swept across the room, and without any pleasantries, he dropped this bombshell:

"Immediately initiate the full spin-off of Jiyuan Technology's semiconductor business. Goal: IPO in Europe!"

These few words struck the center of the conference room like a thunderbolt. Before the group could recover from the shock and begin to deduce the IPO process,

Shen Du slapped a thin document onto the table with a "smack":

"Put away your conventional business projections. This IPO isn't about going to Europe to raise money; it's a full-blown declaration of a profit-sharing scheme."

Without any preamble, Shen Du laid out the trump card he had risked his life to win in Europe:

"I've already locked in the equity and dividend structure post-IPO during that life-or-death gamble. Jiyuan Technology will only hold onto thirty percent of the profits."

"The remaining seventy percent will be completely conceded! It will be taken over entirely by European heavy industry giants, old money families, and Middle Eastern royalty!"

Hearing this insane ratio, General Manager Chen Shengqiang and the others all gasped in unison.

Seventy percent of the semiconductor profits—what a terrifying, astronomical figure, enough to upend the economies of several small nations!

Looking at their horrified expressions, Shen Du leaned forward slightly, his fingers tapping forcefully against the tabletop, creating a rhythm that made hearts tighten:

"Feeling the pinch? Remember, this seventy percent isn't a compromise—it's a shackle!"