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Chapter 775 - 776: Either Sell Your Shares and Get Lost, or Maintain the Status Quo [Second Update]

Chapter 775: Chapter 776: Either Sell Your Shares and Get Lost, or Maintain the Status Quo [Second Update]

Feng Zhiqiang, Gao Xiangyang, and Ding Jianwei entered and sat down, noticing Xia Lan and the others already seated there.

The three of them weren’t sure if Xia Lan had made up her mind yet.

Since Secretary Su was stationed at the president’s office, naturally no one came to serve them tea. Besides, the three of them had rushed over anxiously, clearly not for tea.

"Sister-in-law, you called us here in such a hurry. Have you made your decision?"

Feng Zhiqiang asked.

"Yes, I’ve made my decision!"

Xia Lan replied coolly.

"Then which department are you planning to let me manage?"

Feng Zhiqiang asked eagerly.

There were plenty of departments he wanted to oversee, such as HR, Finance, Marketing, and so on.

But Xia Lan sneered coldly and asked, "How many shares do you have?"

"Less than three percent."

Feng Zhiqiang replied.

"Then what was the agreement you had with Li Fei back then?"

Xia Lan pressed further.

The agreement?

It was clearly stated that they couldn’t interfere with the hotel group’s major and minor affairs. All they were entitled to was dividends and financial oversight—nothing else involved Feng Zhiqiang whatsoever.

Hearing this, Feng Zhiqiang, Gao Xiangyang, and Ding Jianwei all had a change of expression. How could Xia Lan, after just one night, become so assertive?

Wasn’t she just a weak and easily bullied widow?

How had she turned into this?

Feng Zhiqiang found himself at a loss for words.

"Sister-in-law, we were just concerned that your lack of management experience might lead to issues. We only wanted to help."

"So tell me, what exactly was the agreement you had with Li Fei? Does it have legal validity?"

Xia Lan’s tone remained frosty.

The three of them naturally understood what Xia Lan was trying to get at.

As Feng Zhiqiang stayed silent, Xia Lan turned her gaze to Gao Xiangyang and asked, "What about you? How many shares do you own in the company?"

"Also less than three percent."

"And what agreements or arrangements did Li Fei have with you before his death?"

"Old Li said we couldn’t interfere in the hotel group’s major or minor affairs. Our only agreements were financial oversight and dividends."

"BANG!"

Xia Lan slammed her hand on the table, startling Feng Zhiqiang, Gao Xiangyang, and Ding Jianwei. They never expected this once gentle-seeming widow to suddenly show such ferocity.

"There you have it. Together, all your shares don’t even amount to anything significant, and you also had explicit agreements with my late husband. Now, you’re trying to take advantage of his misfortune to seize control? Do you even qualify as human beings? Were you really my husband’s so-called good friends from back in the day?"

Xia Lan coldly scolded them.

Truthfully, this was all something Ye Qiu had just taught her. As for her tone and demeanor, Xia Lan had improvised those herself. But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Previously, she had indeed been too weak. Despite her husband owning more than eighty percent of the company’s shares, she had been afraid of these minor shareholders stirring up trouble.

"Sister-in-law, we..."

Feng Zhiqiang and Gao Xiangyang exchanged awkward glances but didn’t know what to say. Initially, they had been confident based on their previous understanding of Xia Lan, thinking they could easily wrest full control of the company. Later, they could manipulate the group’s affairs to gradually increase their shares and dilute Li Fei’s dominance. That had been their real plan.

"From now on, there are only two options for you. First, sell your shares to me outright. Based on the hotel’s current valuation, take the cash and leave. Second, shut your mouths, attend the annual shareholder meeting to collect dividends, and stay completely out of the company’s affairs. If you don’t trust my management abilities, then it’d be best for you to sell your shares now."

Xia Lan declared icily.

With that, Feng Zhiqiang, Gao Xiangyang, and even Ding Jianwei suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. Just yesterday, they had been brimming with overconfidence, genuinely believing they could seize control of this hotel group of over ten thousand employees.

Who could have expected Xia Lan’s words to sober them up immediately? Over the past week, they had indeed been overreaching.

Xia Lan’s table-slam just now had been a real wake-up call for them.

"Professor Ding, what’s your opinion?"

Xia Lan asked Ding Jianwei directly.

Ding Jianwei had been planning to insert himself into the hotel group’s management, arranging for his so-called skilled connections to take over key positions so he could maintain control.

Now he realized he had severely underestimated Li Fei’s wife.

"I... I think it’s best to maintain the status quo."

Selling his shares now would certainly yield a considerable sum, but Ding Jianwei couldn’t bear to part with them. What if the hotel grew even more profitable in the future? Besides, he received fixed dividends every year—how could he willingly give that up?

"Do you two have anything else to say?"

Xia Lan turned to Feng Zhiqiang and Gao Xiangyang.

The two men felt profoundly awkward. When Xia Lan asked, Feng Zhiqiang replied, "Sister-in-law, we were overthinking things. Let’s just keep things as they are."

"Very well. Later, you’ll re-sign agreements based on the terms Li Fei established with you before his death. If you’re satisfied, sign them. If not, sell your shares as soon as possible."

Xia Lan’s voice remained cold.

In the business world, deceit was the norm. Xia Lan hadn’t anticipated that her husband’s old friends would scheme like this. Given her approach now, she was being surprisingly lenient.

The three men said nothing further.

Just then, Deng Zhiyong and An Lijun arrived.

When Deng Zhiyong knocked on the door and Luo Fei opened it, the two of them entered to see Feng Zhiqiang and the others sitting there silently and Xia Lan’s composed expression. However, they also noticed a casually seated young man in plain clothes, the same one they had seen yesterday.

The awkward atmosphere in the small conference room was palpable, and both men could sense it immediately.

As Deng Zhiyong took out a cigarette and prepared to light it, Xia Lan pointed to a sign in front of her.

No Smoking in the Conference Room.

Embarrassed, Deng Zhiyong put the cigarette away, sat down, and addressed Xia Lan, "Sister-in-law, have you given last night’s proposal any thought?"

He was referring to selling the hotel group at a high valuation to an external party. Unbeknownst to Feng Zhiqiang and the others, however, this proposal was entirely different—they had assumed Deng Zhiyong and An Lijun shared the same aims of seeking management control over the company.

But Xia Lan had already made herself clear earlier: either sell their shares and leave or keep the status quo.

Before Xia Lan could respond, Ye Qiu suddenly raised his hand and placed it in front of Deng Zhiyong and An Lijun.

Feng Zhiqiang and the others were perplexed. Even Luo Fei and Xia Lan found Ye Qiu’s behavior curious as he asked, "Were you planning to sell the hotel to someone else?"

To those who knew, it was evident Ye Qiu was using hypnotism, placing Deng Zhiyong and An Lijun under a spell.

Of course, Ye Qiu’s hypnotism was far more advanced than most. While others needed tools and time, Ye Qiu simply raised his hand before retracting it, and the two men immediately entered a trance, their minds visibly dazed.