535: Chapter 53 Hua Teng's Soul Returns

Shen Yan's plan perfectly preserved both of these things.

It even made them shine brighter.

Wei Guoliang looked at the voice recorder on the table, then looked at Shen Yan.

This young man was meticulous, ruthless in his methods, and seemed capable of seeing through everything.

In front of him, Wei Guoliang felt like a child who was not wearing any clothes.

Gamble or not?

If he didn't gamble, it was a dead end.

The company would go bankrupt, the workers would be laid off, he would be saddled with debt, and he would never recover in his lifetime.

Gamble!

He still had a chance to save his life's work and the brothers under him.

Wei Guoliang picked up the voice recorder from the table and clenched it tightly in his palm.

"President Shen, I'll do it!"

His voice was hoarse, but carried the decisiveness of someone burning their bridges.

"I will have my lawyer bring over the equity transfer agreement tomorrow."

"I believe that President Wei is a smart man."

Shen Yan stood up, said not another word, and turned to leave the private room.

Feng Yuanshan looked at Wei Guoliang and patted his shoulder.

"Old Wei, you've met a benefactor."

Wei Guoliang gave a wry smile, his palm completely covered in sweat.

"Whether he is a benefactor or a fierce tiger remains to be seen."

But he knew he had no turning back now.

The next day,

The construction circle of T City was rocked by three pieces of news.

The first: Hua Teng Decoration offered a ten million reward for the apprehension of deadbeat Wang Zhen, putting out a nationwide bounty.

That huge reward poster was plastered on almost every bulletin board in every building material market.

The second: Hua Teng Decoration secured massive financing, paid off all debts overnight, and announced a thirty percent salary increase for all Employees.

This news made countless foremen and workers from small decoration companies green with envy.

The third: Hua Teng Decoration publicly offered high salaries to poach talent, targeting the industry leader, 'Golden Mantis'.

Each piece of news was more explosive than the last.

The long-silent Hua Teng Decoration returned to everyone's sight in an extremely powerful manner.

Wei Guoliang became the busiest man in T City.

At precisely nine o'clock in the morning, his phone received a Bank SMS.

["Your account * * * * * * received a deposit of RMB 300,000,000.00 on September 15th at 9:00. Current balance is RMB 300,000,128.50."]

Looking at that long string of zeros, the hand holding the phone trembled violently.

He had lived half his life and had never seen so much money.

The first thing he did was rush into the Finance Department.

"Repay the debts! To the Bank, to the suppliers, every penny owed, pay it all back right now!"

The second thing he did was gather all two hundred-plus Employees in the company for a meeting in the factory's open area.

When he stood on the makeshift stage and announced through the loudspeaker that they would not only receive back pay for all wages but also double that amount as a bonus, the entire area fell into a dead silence.

Then, it erupted into a cheer like a tidal wave.

Countless hard hats were thrown into the air.

The men who had struggled bitterly with him for several months had red-rimmed eyes, roaring and shouting.

Wei Guoliang looked at the boiling crowd below, and his own eyes grew moist.

He knew the soul of Hua Teng had returned.

The following days showed immediate results.

The Bank's account manager personally visited, his attitude as subservient as a grandson, flatteringly asking if Hua Teng had any new loan requirements.

The bosses of several material suppliers who had previously avoided him now blocked his office door with famous cigarettes and fine wines, just to continue their cooperation.

And of the three master craftsmen poached by Golden Mantis, two sent word through intermediaries that they wanted to return.

Wei Guoliang politely refused, following Shen Yan's instructions.

He wanted everyone to know that Hua Teng's ship was not something one could board or leave at will.

What was most satisfying was the news about Wang Zhen.

On the third day after the bounty was issued, a call came into the company.

It was from a distant cousin of Wang Zhen, hiding in the countryside.

For that ten million, the cousin sold Wang Zhen out completely.

The police caught Wang Zhen red-handed at a farmhouse restaurant on the outskirts of the city, where he was enjoying himself with his mistress.

When the news arrived, the entire Hua Teng Company erupted once more.

Wei Guoliang stood by the window of his office, looking down at the high-spirited workers, his heart filled with complex emotions.

In just one week,

His life had returned to heaven from hell.

All of this stemmed from that young man.

The young man who, in the private room, had broken down all of his dignity and defenses with just a few sentences.

He took out his phone and found Shen Yan's number.

He had to do something.

A meal, a word of thanks—it was mandatory.

He wanted President Shen to see that he, Wei Guoliang, was someone who repaid kindness.

He dialed the number.

After a few rings, it was answered.

"Hello, is this President Shen?"

Wei Guoliang's voice carried a hint of excitement and reverence.

"Hello, I am Wei Guoliang."

A cool, familiar voice came from the other end of the line, but the background was somewhat noisy, seemingly containing wind sounds and some unintelligible English.

"President Wei, have things been handled?"

It was Shen Yan.

"They are handled! President Shen, everything is settled! Thank you so much! I..."

Wei Guoliang became somewhat incoherent with excitement.

"I just wanted to ask when you might be free, I'd like to treat you to a meal and thank you in person!"

Shen Yan on the other end of the line seemed to chuckle lightly.

"No need for a meal."

"How is the preparation for the interior decoration project at Shen Yan Plaza going?"

"Ah? Oh, oh, I have already assembled the best team, and the preliminary proposal is underway..."

Wei Guoliang quickly reported on the work.

"Very good."

"Send the proposal to my email as soon as possible."

"Also, add one item to the proposal: all materials must comply with the LEED Platinum environmental standard from Country M."

"I will send you the specific parameters and requirements later."

Wei Guoliang froze.

LEED Platinum Grade?

That was the world's top green building certification standard; few projects in the country could manage it.

"President Shen, are... are you in Country M?"

Shen Yan's voice came calmly from the other end of the phone.

"Yes."

"Just got off the plane, I'm in San Luodu."

"Meeting someone to discuss cooperation."

"Let's leave it at that, I'm entering the venue now."

Beep.

The call was hung up.

Wei Guoliang held his phone, standing motionless by the window for a long time.

San Luodu.

Country M.

That young man was already standing on another stage of the world.

And he, Wei Guoliang, had just crawled out of the mire of T City.

He took a deep breath, and what surged in his chest was no longer humiliation, but a burning thing called ambition.

He gripped his phone and turned toward his desk.

LEED Platinum Grade standard.

This would be the first stepping stone for the new Hua Teng.

A stepping stone toward the world.

At the same time, in San Luodu,

The dome of the convention center shimmered with galaxy-like blue light points, and a massive holographic projection rotated slowly in the air, displaying cutting-edge technology concept designs.

The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the buzzing sound of elites conversing in low voices.

This was the Global Future Technology Summit.

The meeting place for the world's top minds and the most formidable capital.