474: Chapter 469 Only Two Months Given

This condition could be described as extremely harsh.

But Wang Haidong offered it willingly.

He was very clear that Shen Yan's connections and intelligence were worth far more than this twenty percent stake.

This was no longer about investing; it was about worshipping a true god who could ensure his foundation remained evergreen.

Finally.

Shen Yan turned to the last page.

He raised his eyes and looked at Wang Haidong.

"No problem."

Another simple three words.

Wang Haidong felt as if he had heard the sound of heaven; his entire body relaxed.

He immediately pulled out a Montblanc pen from his bag, uncapped it, and respectfully handed it over.

"Then... General Manager Shen, what do you think?"

Shen Yan took the pen.

The cool touch of the pen barrel reached his fingertips.

He did not hesitate in the slightest.

With a slight movement of his wrist, he signed his name in a bold, sweeping script at the signature line at the end of the contract.

Shen Yan.

The two characters seemed to pierce through the paper.

Once the stroke was complete.

Wang Haidong felt the worry that had hung over him for three days finally settle back into his stomach.

He let out a long breath, his face covered in a smile.

"General Manager Shen, from today onwards, we are family!"

"Pleasure doing business with you."

Shen Yan put down the pen and pushed the contract back.

"Oh, by the way, General Manager Shen."

Wang Haidong seemed to remember something.

"Didn't you say you needed that apartment renovated?"

"I specially invited a friend over today."

"He is Feng Yuanshan, General Manager Feng. He is the leading name in high-end private residence design and renovation in City T. He claims no one in the entire Jiangnan region can claim to be number one."

As soon as Wang Haidong finished speaking.

The door to the private room was pushed open again.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark grey Improvements Tang suit walked in.

He looked around fifty years old, lean, with a small goatee, and carried a faint scent of ink, looking less like a businessman and more like a scholar or gentleman from ancient times.

"Old Wang, sorry, the traffic was a bit jammed. I'm late."

The man's voice was gentle, carrying a smile.

When his gaze fell upon Shen Yan seated at the main seat, he paused slightly.

So young.

Such a steady aura.

This was Feng Yuanshan's first impression of Shen Yan.

"Not late, not late. General Manager Feng, you arrived just in time."

Wang Haidong quickly stood up and introduced him warmly.

"General Manager Feng, let me introduce you. This is General Manager Shen, the new owner of that apartment unit I mentioned to you."

"General Manager Shen, this is Feng Yuanshan, General Manager Feng, whom I told you about."

Feng Yuanshan politely cupped his hands toward Shen Yan.

"General Manager Shen, I have long admired you."

"General Manager Feng, hello."

Shen Yan merely nodded slightly, signaling him to sit.

No unnecessary pleasantries.

He went straight to the point.

"General Manager Wang should have told you my requirements."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuanshan sat up straighter, the polite smile on his face replaced by a professional expression.

"General Manager Wang told me."

"General Manager Shen’s requirement is a complete internal renovation while preserving the main structural framework."

"The style must be top-tier New Chinese."

"The construction period should be as fast as possible."

Shen Yan looked at him.

"Can you do it, General Manager Feng?"

Feng Yuanshan pondered for a moment.

"General Manager Shen, I am more familiar with that apartment than Old Wang."

His words surprised even Wang Haidong.

"My father and I handled the initial decoration of that house back then."

Feng Yuanshan said with some pride.

"Therefore, I am intimately familiar with every scenic spot and the origin of every unique rock within it."

"To renovate it, no one is more suitable than me."

Shen Yan’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

This was an unexpected bonus.

"What about the construction period?"

"If we use the best team, the best materials, and work non-stop in three shifts."

Feng Yuanshan held up three fingers.

"Three months. I will give you a brand new home."

"Too long."

Shen Yan interrupted him directly.

Feng Yuanshan was startled.

Three months was already the absolute limit for executing a top-tier fine decoration on an apartment of that scale.

"I am not asking for the limit."

Shen Yan lightly tapped the mahogany tabletop with his index finger.

"I am asking for a miracle."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an unchallengeable sense of pressure.

"Money is not an issue."

"Use the best materials in the world."

"I can give you triple the labor costs."

"I only want one result."

Shen Yan looked into Feng Yuanshan's eyes.

"Two months."

"In two months, I need to bring my team here to work."

Two months.

Feng Yuanshan's pupils contracted sharply.

Those two words struck his professional dignity like two heavy hammers.

The entire private room instantly fell into a dead silence.

Only the wisp of smoke from the agarwood in the corner incense burner stubbornly spiraled upwards.

The smile on Wang Haidong's face froze. He wanted to interject and smooth things over, but found his throat felt blocked, unable to utter a single word.

He looked at Feng Yuanshan.

He saw his old friend's face shift between pale and ashen.

Feng Yuanshan's hand clenched into a fist under the table.

This was not a matter of money.

This was an insult to him, and to the craftsmanship of his entire Feng family spanning several generations.

That apartment unit was different from other flat buildings.

It was his father's final masterpiece, a place where he had poured countless efforts in his youth.

To tear it down and rebuild it in two months, and still achieve top-tier New Chinese style?

It was a fantasy.

The daydreaming of an amateur.

He almost wanted to slam the table and storm out.

But when his gaze met Shen Yan's bottomless eyes, the fire in his heart felt as if it had been doused by a bucket of ice water.

In those eyes, there was no urging, no contempt, not even the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

Only a calm abyss.

As if to say, I am only stating a fact; whether you accept it is up to you.

Feng Yuanshan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Wang Haidong's nearly hysterical wails over the phone a few days prior involuntarily flashed through his mind.

"Old Feng, I'm finished, I'm truly finished this time..."

"The capital chain broke, that batch of goods is stuck at customs, the daily late fees alone are enough to bankrupt me several times..."

"I was even prepared to sell my favorite apartment unit, but it won't cover the hole..."

But now?

Wang Haidong was sitting across from him, and although he looked somewhat nervous, the high spirits in his expression could not be hidden.

This entire transformation stemmed from the young man before him.

A man who could bring Haidong International Trade back from the brink of death.

A man for whom Wang Haidong was willing to surrender twenty percent of his shares and veto power.

Was his power truly just money?

Feng Yuanshan did not believe it.

He had seen too many rich fools in his life.

But none of them possessed the aura Shen Yan had.

This was an opportunity.

An opportunity to connect with such a figure.

If he missed it...

He glanced again at Wang Haidong.

Wang Haidong's eyes held a trace of pleading.

Feng Yuanshan's tightly clenched fist slowly loosened.