I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1286: What do you take me for? A tall, rich, and handsome man?

Chapter 1286: What do you take me for? A tall, rich, and handsome man?

"Mr. Jiang, please have a seat for a moment. CEO Cao will be here shortly. Would you like something to drink?"

"Iced tea, thank you."

Summer is already here; it’s indeed time to start keeping cool.

After the secretary brought in the tea, she gave Jiang Chen a graceful and polite smile before leaving the room.

Jiang Chen was quite familiar with this place and sipped his tea calmly.

In less than ten minutes, Cao Jinse pushed the door open and walked in.

"Another new secretary?"

"Should I say you have a good memory or that you’re overly focused on my secretaries?"

"Purely good memory."

Even if he had only met someone once, Jiang Chen would leave an impression. Let alone the fact that he had been to Jiuding Group more than once. Holding the iced tea prepared by the secretary, he said, "Your new secretary is quite pretty."

This was not merely flattery but heartfelt commentary.

The young lady just now, her age, figure, and appearance, could all be considered top-notch. Such a secretary would typically be found in the office of some male executives.

"How about I hand her over to you?"

Cao Jinse walked over and sat down on the sofa.

Her tone was absolutely serious, without any hidden intention.

Jiang Chen didn’t misunderstand either and quickly replied, "A gentleman doesn’t covet what others love."

"You, a gentleman?"

Cao Jinse cleverly retorted.

Jiang Chen ignored her, took a sip of iced tea, and put the cup down. "Why bother choosing such a pretty secretary? It’s not like you’re hosting a beauty pageant."

Changing secretaries frequently was understandable.

Just like the emperor’s eunuchs and palace maids, turnover was common.

"Only men care about picking pretty ones?"

"The love of beauty is universal. Men enjoy looking at pretty women; in fact, so do women. Eye-catching beauty makes the workplace more pleasant."

Jiang Chen seemed to have gained insight and nodded affirmatively. "Well said."

"How’s the negotiation with Niu Jili going?" Cao Jinse asked.

"He’s in dire straits; he has no better option."

Su Da’s difficulties were known to all. Its stock price was like a weather vane; if it continued to plummet, bankruptcy and restructuring wouldn’t be surprising.

"What about the price?"

This was the key issue.

Putting herself in Niu Jili’s shoes, Cao Jinse also believed there were no other choices.

Although he would lose his majority shareholder status, at least he could save the downward spiral of the entire group, and his managerial authority would remain intact.

Thus, this couldn’t be considered exploitation during a crisis but rather a lifeline in dire circumstances.

As a businessperson and entrepreneur, one naturally knows what decisions to make.

"His psychological expectation should be around three billion US dollars. I offered three and a half billion."

At current stock prices, Jiang Chen’s offer roughly accounted for one-tenth of Su Da’s market value.

It might seem unwise for Niu Jili to lose the majority shareholder position for this price, but business is far from a simple elementary school math problem. You can’t calculate things so straightforwardly.

The stock price, or so-called market value, is incredibly fickle.

Su Da’s market value once exceeded ten billion US dollars, but what did that signify?

Once the capital loses confidence in you, stocks are just scraps of paper, worth nothing.

"You’re still generous."

Cao Jinse offered a nod, both approving and critiquing.

"At this price, we absolutely won’t lose out. Su Da is not like other e-commerce platforms; it resembles a physical company. Even though its current market value is less than half of ChopOne’s, it’s undeniably more solid, with better risk resistance and development potential."

"Niu Jili’s chosen direction is entirely correct. His only issue is that he started from too low a base, lacking sufficient foundation; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so caught in this plight."

Cao Jinse’s description was poetic; to put it in plain terms, Niu Jili was essentially a poor lad from the countryside, without the family background to support his ambitious plans.

Nobody’s life is smooth sailing forever. There are always bumps in the road.

Businesses are the same.

Some businesses thrive not because their path is smooth but because their strong backing can swiftly mitigate issues as they arise.

But for someone like Niu Jili, a grassroots entrepreneur, he plainly doesn’t possess that strength.

This is why many promising entrepreneurs, despite having great ideas and the right approach, ultimately lose their companies.

When stormy seas arise, you simply lack the ability to weather them. Even if you know that persevering would lead to clear skies and calm waters, to avoid sinking immediately, you’re forced to let external forces board your ship, losing ownership along the way.

On the flip side, this explains why major corporations are increasingly pivoting toward investing in companies.

It’s straightforward, efficient, and hassle-free.

"Su Da’s ship is seaworthy but lacks thickness. Thirty-five billion US dollars is enough to maximize its defenses. By putting up this sum, we can directly enter the e-commerce and logistics industries, claiming half the market. It’s a great deal."

Jiang Chen spoke unhurriedly.

Cao Jinse instinctively nodded.

Such is the power of wealth.

No matter how significant a tycoon like Niu Jili may seem,

he’s ultimately no different from an average person.

Money—or the lack thereof—defeats even heroes.

"Wait a moment."

Cao Jinse, being who she is, suddenly sensed something amiss. "Did you just say, ’we’ are putting up the money?"

Jiang Chen looked at her in puzzlement. "Is there a problem?"

"Did I ever say I’d put up money?"

"Didn’t you promise the company would fully support me?"

"But you’re the company’s majority shareholder."

Cao Jinse blinked her lashes innocently.

"..."

Jiang Chen was at a loss for words.

It seemed this woman had developed a "dependency" on him.

Did she really think he was a cash cow?

Sure, he was the majority shareholder at Great Wall, but Great Wall wasn’t solely his.

"What do you take me for?"

Investing in Xinghuo Medical, spearheading Great Wall’s founding, igniting the food delivery wars, and now venturing into e-commerce logistics... Jiang Chen, who had been acting as "Mr. Moneybags," looked at her. "A rich, handsome bachelor?"

Cao Jinse stared back, her long lashes fluttering, with a serious expression.

"Isn’t that... exactly what you are?"

"..."

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Cao Jinse tried hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips and said with feigned sincerity, "How about this: the company will pay part of the thirty-five billion US dollars; you and the rest of us will split the remaining balance. How does that sound?"

Unlike the hefty initial investments required to aggressively enter the food delivery sector,

this expenditure wasn’t actually that large.

The problem, however, was that all shareholders had stakes—why was it only being divided between him and her?

Was this some kind of landlord game?

Jiang Chen, seemingly discriminated against, looked as though he might resist. But given his established role and considerable responsibility, he ultimately nodded reluctantly.

"Fine, but on one condition."

"What condition?"

"I need information on the Fujiwara Family."

"The Fujiwara Family?"

Cao Jinse, caught off guard, looked puzzled. "Which Fujiwara Family?"

"Dongying, the Fujiwara Clan."