709: Chapter 709 You're really straightforward and crude!

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow: "It seems... Chairman Kim still wants to try?"

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers.

Park Hyang-ho's blade slowly moved downward, aiming at Kim Tianyou's crotch.

"No... don't!"

Kim Zhilong finally couldn't hold it together anymore.

"Stop!"

"Everyone stop!"

He turned his head sharply and looked toward the plaza.

"Everyone retreat! Do not fire!!!"

Hearing Kim Zhilong's voice, the tank commander took a deep breath and spoke into the microphone: "Command, Chairman Kim has ordered a retreat, should we execute?"

There was silence on the radio for a few seconds.

The voice sounded again.

"Execute."

The commander felt a sense of relief, grabbed the vehicle radio's communicator, and issued the order.

"All units attention, all units attention, retreat! Repeat, retreat immediately!"

The tanks began to retreat, their tracks grinding against the asphalt road, emitting a dull rumble.

The self-propelled artillery slowly lowered their barrels, and the searchlights of the armed helicopters turned off one by one.

Five thousand special forces members retreated like a receding tide.

The next second.

The atmosphere that had been oppressing the entire plaza suddenly dissipated by more than half.

Ye Chen patted Kim Zhilong's shoulder with satisfaction.

"That's more like it."

"Chairman Kim, if you had cooperated this early, your son wouldn't have had to take this stab, right?"

Kim Zhilong's face turned green and then pale.

But he didn't dare to lash out.

Because he had already seen clearly that this young man in front of him really dared to kill.

Moreover, he killed without blinking.

Kim Zhilong took a deep breath and asked through gritted teeth: "What exactly do you want?"

Ye Chen looked at him and smiled.

"Didn't I already make it very clear what I want?"

"51% of the Jin Conglomerate's shares, transferred to Bing Lan."

"Understand?"

The muscles on Kim Zhilong's face twitched violently.

51% of the shares?

That was the empire the Jin family had built up over three generations, the lifeblood of the Jin Conglomerate.

Handing over 51% of the shares was equivalent to handing over control of the entire conglomerate.

The Jin family would be reduced to someone else's vassal.

But if he didn't hand them over...

Kim Zhilong glanced at his son, then looked at Ye Chen's calm, unruffled eyes.

He knew that this young man wasn't negotiating; he was delivering an ultimatum.

"I..."

Kim Zhilong opened his mouth.

"I'll hand them over."

As soon as he spoke, his whole body seemed to be drained of all strength; his shoulders slumped, and his eyes became hollow and dim.

The Jin family's empire had ended in his hands.

Ye Chen nodded, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned on the recording function, and handed it to Kim Zhilong.

"Say it clearly: voluntarily transfer 51% of the Jin Conglomerate's shares to Bing Lan, and never go back on it."

"After you finish, you will go and sign the contract."

Kim Zhilong looked at the phone, his mouth twitching several times.

He had spent decades in South Korea, seen countless ruthless people, and played countless schemes.

But never had anyone been able to do things so ruthlessly.

This couldn't even be described as robbery.

It was simply like chewing his bones to pieces and swallowing them, not even leaving the dregs.

"Speak."

Ye Chen urged, "Chairman Kim, your time is precious, but my time is even more precious."

Kim Zhilong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, his eyes were full of despair and resignation.

"I, Kim Zhilong, voluntarily transfer 51% of the Jin Conglomerate's shares to Ms. Bing Lan."

The people around them were all dumbfounded.

The Jin Conglomerate, one of the largest conglomerates in South Korea, had changed hands just like that?

It wasn't annexed, it wasn't acquired, but forcibly snatched away by someone holding a knife to their throat.

If this got out, it would shock many people's jaws off.

Ye Chen put away his phone with satisfaction, turned to look at Bing Lan, and grinned.

"Wife, it's done."

"From today on, you are the largest shareholder of the Jin Conglomerate."

Bing Lan looked at his look of asking for credit, feeling both angry and amused.

"You've really backed them into a dead end."

"He brought it on himself."

Ye Chen shrugged, looking indifferent, "If he hadn't sent people to cripple me, and hadn't said he wanted to play with my woman right in front of me, I wouldn't have bothered to lower myself to his level."

"At the end of the day, this is the consequence of not being able to control his own mouth and his own little brother; he can't blame anyone else."

Bing Lan sighed softly and said nothing more.

She knew Ye Chen was right.

Kim Tianyou's arrogance and Kim Zhilong's contempt for others were the root causes of everything that happened today.

If they hadn't provoked Ye Chen and hadn't touched his bottom line, the Jin family would still be the top conglomerate in South Korea.

But there are no 'ifs' in this world.

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price.

Ye Chen turned around and looked at the three men including Park Hyang-ho.

"You three, keep an eye on this father and son and make sure the contract is implemented for me."

"And from now on, stay in the Jin Conglomerate, but you will be the ones controlling them, not them ordering you around."

"If you do a good job, I will reward you."

"If you don't..."

"Killing you and replacing you with others isn't out of the question."

That's right.

It didn't matter who acted as the puppets.

He just wanted a few obedient puppets so he wouldn't have a headache.

Bing Lan's focus was naturally still domestically, so someone needed to control this place.

And people like Park Hyang-ho were the best to use.

For one, they had betrayed the Jin family, so they certainly wouldn't be soft-hearted.

Secondly, if the Jin family had a chance, they would never let them off.

Therefore...

They would naturally do their best to work.

The three men including Park Hyang-ho shivered in unison and hurriedly bowed.

"Rest assured, Sir, we will do our utmost to handle this matter beautifully!"

"If you suffer even the slightest loss, we will bring our heads to see you!"

Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, then bent down to help up the still-screaming Kim Tianyou, patting the dust off his face.

"Young Master Kim, stop crying."

"Go back and nurse your injuries well; once you've recovered, continue being your Young Master Kim."

"It's just that from now on, your whole family must obediently listen..."

"Understand?"

Kim Tianyou looked at him with teary eyes, nodding desperately.

"Understand... understand! I understand everything!"

"Thank you, Instructor Ye, for sparing my life!"

He no longer had the heart to resent or be angry.

The only thing he was afraid of now was... whether he would bleed to death!

Very quickly.

Under the guidance of Park Hyang-ho, Ye Chen's group went directly to the Jin family estate.

The motorcade slowly drove through the main gate, with servants lining up on both sides to welcome them.

But Kim Zhilong sat in the car, his face as gray and defeated as if he had just crawled out of a grave.

He was no longer struggling.

All the way from the hotel to the villa, he had thought of countless possibilities for a comeback, but he had dismissed every single one of them himself.

He couldn't win.

He couldn't afford to provoke them.

Might as well resign himself to fate.

Kim Tianyou lay on the stretcher, carried into the living room by two servants.

The wound on his right leg had already received emergency treatment, but a patch of bright red seeped through the white bandage.

Miserable!

Too miserable!

Ye Chen walked into the living room holding Bing Lan's hand and whistled.

"Chairman Kim, this house of yours is not bad."

"It's much bigger than my house in Xiamen City."

Kim Zhilong's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from cursing.

"Where's the contract?"

Ye Chen didn't mind, sitting directly on the sofa, crossing his legs, and looking at Kim Zhilong.

Kim Zhilong took a deep breath and waved to the butler behind him.

The butler turned and walked into the study, returning a moment later carrying a stack of documents.

Equity transfer agreement.

51% of the Jin Conglomerate's shares, transferred to Bing Lan.

That was what Ye Chen had asked Kim Zhilong to prepare on the way here.

Three copies in total, one each in Korean, Chinese, and English.

The terms were written clearly and explicitly.

Kim Zhilong took the documents and flipped through them page by page.

These documents were drafted word by word by him over the phone.

Every page, every clause, every word was like a knife, carving into his heart.

But he still flipped to the last page, picked up a fountain pen, signed his name, and then stamped it with the three seals of the Jin Conglomerate.

After it was done.

Kim Zhilong seemed to have been drained of all his strength, leaning back against the chair and closing his eyes.

It was all over!

Now his shares were only 21% left.

But what was the use?

Now the biggest say belonged to someone else...

The butler handed the documents to Bing Lan.

Bing Lan took them, lowered her head to read through them once, confirmed there were no issues, and then picked up the pen to sign.

Then.

She stamped the seals.

Ye Chen leaned over to take a look and grinned.

"Alright, done."

He picked up one of the contracts, shook it in his hand, and looked at Bing Lan with a smile.

"Wife, the exchange meeting can also be considered successfully concluded."

"You won't need to worry about styles and such in the future."

"After all..."

"The Jin family has a ton of girl groups under them; when it comes to things like women's lingerie, they are the most trendy and fashionable."

Bing Lan looked at him, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Your solution is really... simple and crude."

"As long as it works."

Ye Chen looked matter-of-fact.

"Besides, I'm not robbing them; they voluntarily transferred it."

"Right, Chairman Kim?"

Kim Zhilong's mouth twitched several times before he squeezed a word out through his teeth: "...Yes."

He was voluntary.

He voluntarily handed over the empire that three generations had built up.

He wanted to slap himself a few times!

Kim Tianyou lay on the stretcher, looking at his father's gray, defeated face, and then at the contract in Ye Chen's hand, tears falling continuously.

It hurt.

His leg hurt.

His heart hurt.

His whole body hurt.

This trip today, he hadn't just lost the health of one leg, but the future of the entire Jin family.

If he had known earlier that that hick wearing shorts and slippers was the Chief Instructor of the Dragon Group, if he had known earlier that that man didn't even hold the Kunlun Ruins in his eyes...

he wouldn't have dared to have those thoughts even if it killed him.

But in this world, there are no 'ifs'.