886: Chapter 881 Withdrawal of Shares?

Mo Weiming tightly clutched the USB drive, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He looked at Shen Yan's retreating back and suddenly felt that this businessman, reeking of money, might be even crazier than him.

"Madman."

Mo Weiming cursed under his breath, but a ferocious yet excited smile cracked across his lips.

He liked madmen.

Because only madmen could change the world.

Shen Yan walked out of the annex building; the sunlight was a bit harsh.

Wu Ya was still waiting at the door, the shock from the scene moments ago not yet faded.

"Mr. Shen, those shareholders just called, questioning why we are spending so much money to keep a loafer and even demolishing a building."

"They said they want to call a Board of Directors meeting to impeach you for misusing company funds."

Wu Ya sounded worried.

Although Shen Yan held the controlling shares of the Shenlan Group, those shareholders who had swooped in opportunistically when the company was in trouble were like a swarm of bloodsucking leeches, constantly eyeing his wallet.

Shen Yan stopped walking and straightened his tie.

"Tell them, anyone who doesn't want to stay can sell their shares right now."

"I will buy them back at a ten percent premium based on today's market price."

His voice was soft but carried an undeniable dominance.

"As for the Board of Directors..."

Shen Yan heard the system's notification chime—the daily intelligence report pushed by the tycoon system.

[Intermediate Wealth Intelligence: Tomorrow afternoon, the nickel ore market in the East China Futures Exchange will crash.]

He closed the screen and casually slipped the phone into his pocket.

"Postpone it. I don't have time to listen to their nonsense."

"I have to go have lunch with my daughter."

Lunch was at a three-Michelin-star restaurant near the company, and Hao Hao ate happily, her mouth smeared with traces of creamy mushroom soup.

Shen Yan took a napkin and meticulously wiped her mouth, his movements as gentle as if he were wiping a priceless treasure.

The warm moment between father and daughter contrasted sharply with the hurrying figures in the financial district outside the window.

After dropping Hao Hao off at school, the softness on Shen Yan's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold hardness almost like granite.

He dialed Chen Guangke's number in the car.

"Guang Ke, consolidate all the liquid funds on the company's books. Also, mortgage all those properties under your name and all my sports cars."

Chen Guangke on the other end almost choked on his saliva.

"Brother Yan, are you crazy? The company just stabilized, and now that Old Mo is here, you're doing this? This is playing with fire."

Shen Yan looked at the street scenes constantly receding outside the window, his fingers tapping lightly on his knee.

"It's not playing with fire; it's robbing money."

"Also, help me schedule a meeting with An Ran and Ning Ke. Eight o'clock tonight, our usual spot."

Hanging up the phone, Shen Yan closed his eyes. The red system intelligence in his mind was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.

Intermediate Wealth Intelligence: Tomorrow afternoon, the nickel ore market in the East China Futures Exchange will crash.

Crash.

These two words meant devastation in the financial circle, but in Shen Yan's eyes, it meant gold everywhere.

The current nickel ore market was red-hot, known as 'Demon Nickel,' with prices soaring, and everyone believed they could continue to rise for another decade.

No one dared to short it at this time; that was defying the heavens.

When he returned to the company, the conference room was already full.

The air was thick with the smell of expensive cigars and a suffocating sense of impending storm.

The leader was a bald middle-aged man named Li Guofu, a speculator who had bought shares cheaply when Shen Yan's family ran into trouble.

He was rolling two walnuts in his hand, the fat on his face trembling slightly with the movement.

Seeing Shen Yan enter, Li Guofu didn't even bother to lift his backside.

"Mr. Shen, I hear you hired a rag-picker for a high price to guard the gate? And you demolished the annex building?"

Li Guofu's voice was sarcastic, and several minor shareholders around him let out a burst of mocking laughter.

Shen Yan pulled out the main seat chair and sat down, casually draping his suit jacket over the back of the chair.

"That is the company's Chief Scientist, not a gate guard."

"I don't care if he's a scientist or a magician."

Li Guofu slammed the walnuts in his hand onto the table with a loud bang.

"That is shareholder money! You are being recklessly extravagant for this old man, and we have the right to question your management ability."

"We have discussed it. Either you kick that old man out and return the money, or we sell our shares."

Li Guofu leaned forward, greed flashing in his small, bean-like eyes.

He was forcing a coup.

The Shenlan Group was currently in an upward phase, and Shen Yan absolutely could not produce a large amount of cash to buy back shares at this critical juncture.

As long as Shen Yan couldn't produce the money, they could use it as an excuse to cause trouble, even kicking Shen Yan out of the picture.

Shen Yan looked at Li Guofu's greasy face and suddenly laughed.

A laugh full of deep meaning.

"Want to sell your shares? Fine."

Wu Ya, standing behind Shen Yan, turned pale when she heard this. She tried to reach out and tug Shen Yan's sleeve but was stopped by his look.

"Based on today's closing price, plus a ten percent premium, I will buy all the shares you hold."

The conference room instantly fell silent, so quiet that Li Guofu's heavy breathing could be heard.

Li Guofu was stunned; he hadn't expected Shen Yan to agree so readily.

"Shen Yan, stop playing games. I've seen the company's books; you don't have the billions in cash flow for this."

"I don't have it right now."

Shen Yan pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and pale blue smoke rose between the two of them.

"Give me twenty-four hours."

"Tomorrow at noon sharp, the money will be transferred to your accounts. We'll exchange money for the share transfer documents then."

Li Guofu looked at Shen Yan suspiciously, trying to find a trace of panic on the young man's face.

But he failed.

Shen Yan was as calm as a bottomless lake.

"Fine! I'll give you twenty-four hours!"

Li Guofu suddenly stood up and grabbed the documents from the table.

"If you don't see the money by noon tomorrow, just wait for the court summons. By then, forget about the company; I can even make you lose your daughter's custody again!"

Li Guofu left with his entourage in a grand manner.

Wu Ya was so anxious she was about to cry.

"Mr. Shen, that's three billion! Where can we get that much money by tomorrow noon? Even robbing a Bank wouldn't be fast enough!"

Shen Yan put out the cigarette butt and stood up to adjust his collar.

"Robbing a Bank is too slow, and it's illegal."

He turned to look at the neon lights gradually lighting up outside the window.

"We'll make a withdrawal from the capital market."

At eight o'clock in the evening, in a private room at a clubhouse on the Bund.

An Ran, wearing a black evening gown, swirled her red wine glass, looking at Shen Yan with amusement.

She was known in the venture capital circle as an Iron Lady, with sharp judgment and ruthless methods.

Sitting next to her was Ning Ke, a chubby man skilled in social graces, who was pouring tea for Shen Yan.

"Three billion in bridge financing, with a daily interest rate of three per thousand."

Shen Yan got straight to the point, without any preamble.

Ning Ke's hand trembled, spilling a few drops of tea.

"That interest rate is a bit terrifyingly high. Are you borrowing from loan sharks?"