The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 664 - 664 615 Bringing into the Bag

664: Chapter 615: Bringing into the Bag 664: Chapter 615: Bringing into the Bag All the shareholders thought this man was utterly absurd; he barged in with an indifferent face and then even took the chairman’s seat.

“So what if I did?” Liu Qingliu spoke up and asked.

“Alright then!

Let’s add a nominee—Liu Hun!” Liu Hun announced and then, smiling, looked around at everyone.

“Anyone voting for me?”

“Get the hell out of here right now!

Stop causing trouble!

Where are the security guards?” Wang Wenhua simply couldn’t stand Liu Hun’s mocking behavior.

Liu Hun paid no attention to Wang Wenhua and, seeing that nobody voted for him, he shrugged his shoulders with some regret, saying, “Looks like I’ll just have to vote for myself!”

“Why on earth would you vote?

This is the board election of Jiahe Entertainment Company!

It’s not child’s play in a kindergarten!” Liu Qingliu was also quite dissatisfied with the person who was speaking out of turn and voting for himself.

“I know the rules!

So, by the rules!

I declare!

Myself—Liu Hun!

Elected as the chairman of Jiahe Entertainment Company!” Liu Hun announced to everyone, then tossed the share transfer certificate on the table and settled back, enjoying the softness underneath him, “This chair is quite comfortable to sit in.”

“Useless security guards!

Why haven’t they come up yet!” Wang Wenhua stormed to the door, planning to personally call the security guards.

Meanwhile, Liu Qingliu and the other shareholders were dumbfounded as they looked at the share transfer agreement that Liu Hun had thrown on the table.

They couldn’t believe that all of Old Dao’s shares had fallen into this man’s hands, and even more unbelievable was that according to the board’s rules, this man was now the chairman of Jiahe Entertainment Company.

“You…

what are you doing…

this is…” Wang Wenhua, who had just rushed to the door, was pushed back in by a sudden swarm of reporters, nearly stumbling and falling to the ground.

A barrage of camera flashes blinded everyone.

“May I ask if you are the newly appointed chairman of Jiahe Company?”

“May I ask what the first thing you plan to do in office is?”

“May I ask how many shares you hold?”

“…”

A stream of reporters’ questions hammered down on Wang Wenhua’s heart.

He couldn’t tolerate anyone snatching the position of chairman away from him.

“Enough!

Enough!

He’s not the chairman!

I am!” Wang Wenhua straightened his suit, which had been misshapen by the pressing crowd of reporters, and then said to them, “According to the board’s rules!

The person who receives the most share support is elected chairman!

And decides on the company’s major affairs.

Since all the media reporters are here today!

Then I might as well not hide it, I—Wang Wenhua have already won in the just concluded voting, just short of an announcement.

It’s also good to announce this matter in front of so many media friends!”

Wang Wenhua smiled and tightened his tie, hoping to take advantage of the media’s presence to cement his status as chairman.

Liu Qingliu knew that Wang Wenhua hadn’t seen Liu Hun’s share authorization letter, but he didn’t expect Wang Wenhua would actually be making a wedding dress for someone else, and still be self-congratulatory.

“Idiot!” Liu Qingliu couldn’t help but inwardly curse Wang Wenhua.

“Thank you for your support, Director Wang!” Liu Hun reached out his hand towards the proud and head-held-high Wang Wenhua.

Wang Wenhua hadn’t yet realized that his statements had already firmly planted Liu Hun in the chairman’s seat of the Jiahe Company.

“What support?

Why are you still here?

Get out now!” Wang Wenhua didn’t want to lose his temper in front of the media, but he genuinely had no idea where this lunatic had come from.

“Oh!” Liu Hun feigned a sudden realization, then showed his share transfer authorization certificate to Wang Wenhua.

Wang Wenhua flipped through two pages and his face immediately froze.

Suddenly, his hands trembled, “Snap!” The share transfer authorization certificate dropped to the floor.

“Thank you, friends of the media for your support and for witnessing this moment!

I will lead Jiahe Company on a completely new path!

Thank you all!” Liu Hun smiled, bowed to the surrounding media, while Wang Wenhua stood behind him, his face ashened.

“The election of Jiahe’s chairman takes a dramatic turn!”

“The old factions of the Jiahe board collapse one after another!”

“Wang Wenhua follows the romantic scandal with another blunder!”

“……”

Liu Hun, smiling, handed the newspaper he was holding to Liu Qingliu sitting across from him.

“Director Liu, wanna take a look?”

Liu Qingliu had been reading these reports when he received a call from Liu Hun that morning, wanting to meet with him, and was almost spitting blood in frustration, “I’ve seen it, thanks.”

“So, Director Liu, what are your thoughts?” Liu Hun set aside the newspaper.

“What on earth do you want?” Liu Qingliu asked bluntly.

Liu Hun nodded, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He looked down at the multitude of people in Hong Kong beneath his feet and after a good long while, he said to Liu Qingliu, “What do you think would happen if I dumped all my shares on the market?”

“You!” Liu Qingliu immediately stood up.

He knew that Liu Hun held fifty-one percent of the shares.

If those shares were dumped, Jiahe’s stock price would definitely hit the limit-down immediately.

In the whole of Hong Kong, there were no more than five people who could swallow such a volume, and it was uncertain whether they would be willing to buy these shares.

Thus, if Liu Hun sold them off, Jiahe would certainly be delisted from the Hong Kong Stock Exchange, and the shares in Liu Qingliu’s hands would become worthless paper.

“You wouldn’t do that!

It’s your money too!” Liu Qingliu calmed himself; he didn’t want to be led by the nose by Liu Hun.

“Do you know I’m the owner of Imperial City?

Do you know how much I’m worth?

I don’t care about this small amount of money at all.

I think it’s worth it to use this money to remove an obstacle in my path.

Do you want to bet?” Liu Hun said to Liu Qingliu with a threatening undertone.

“What…

what exactly do you want to do?” Liu Qingliu was worried about his ten percent of shares turning into waste paper, extremely worried.

That was his largest asset and the guarantee of his foothold in Hong Kong.

“First, restructure Jiahe Company, then make it a subsidiary of Imperial City.

Sell half of your shareholding to me at the market price, and for the remaining half, I’ll exchange them for shares of the new company at the new stock price, allowing you to hold shares of the new company.

Additionally, the position of general manager is yours,” Liu Hun threw out his bargaining chip.

Liu Qingliu calculated in his mind.

Facing someone far more powerful than himself, who could carelessly throw around money irrationally, he had no room to bargain, especially since the offer made wasn’t too bad.

Liu Qingliu downed the red wine in his hand in one go, then said to Liu Hun, “Fine!

I agree!”

“Excellent!” Liu Hun smiled and poured another glass of wine for Liu Qingliu.

“I need the resources of the entertainment industry.

After restructuring Jiahe, I can get these, and I also need talent for management—that’s you!”

Facing Liu Hun’s recognition, Liu Qingliu was somewhat tempted, but he still had a concern, Wang Wenhua.

He then asked, “What about Wang Wenhua?”

“After the restructuring of Jiahe, only its original name will be retained, and all of Jiahe’s previous affairs will be merged into Imperial City.

I have new ideas for the new Jiahe.” Liu Hun savored the red wine in his hand.

In his heart, he wanted Jiahe to become a subsidiary that would feed Imperial City, thereby not affecting the dominant position of Imperial City.

“As for Wang Wenhua…

after the restructuring of Jiahe, I’ll issue new shares of Jiahe, diluting the shares Wang Wenhua holds.

Either he sits on his devalued shares and waits for death, or he sells them to me and then scrams from the Hong Kong entertainment industry!” Liu Hun smiled at Liu Qingliu.

Liu Qingliu knew how deep the murderous intent was hidden in Liu Hun’s smile; he felt fortunate that he was on Liu Hun’s side rather than the opposition.

Through Liu Hun’s tactics and Liu Qingliu’s persuasion, the shareholders of Jiahe either sold their shares directly to Liu Hun or joined Liu Hun’s restructuring plan.

In the end, Wang Wenhua had no choice but to lower his head and beg Liu Hun for mercy.

From then on, Jiahe Entertainment Company fell from the top three in the Hong Kong entertainment industry and became a subsidiary silently channeling profits to Imperial City Entertainment.

“Ah Wen!

Don’t go!

Don’t leave me…”

Liu Hun watched a movie once produced by Jiahe Company playing on the TV, feeling somewhat sentimental that he had personally put an end to something.

“Is she Jiahe Company’s leading lady, Hu Qinglan?” Liu Hun asked Liu Qingliu.

“Yes!” Liu Qingliu nodded and replied.

He now sat in his general manager’s office, finding the view outside the window quite pleasant.

At least he hadn’t lost any money, and the Jiahe subsidiary had even secured a floor in the Imperial City Group’s headquarters building.

“I heard that all the famous male and female movie stars under Jiahe have signed with Imperial City, except for her, right?” Liu Hun asked, looking at Hu Qinglan on TV.

“Yes, Hu Qinglan’s contract with Jiahe was originally set to expire this year.

Because of some turbulence in Jiahe, that might be why she’s reluctant to renew,” Liu Qingliu told Liu Hun.

“The turmoil in Jiahe caused her not to renew?” Liu Hun looked at Liu Qingliu with a questioning gaze.

“General Manager Liu, you are now with Imperial City!

You need to understand where your loyalties lie!”

“I understand!

I understand!” Liu Qingliu quickly nodded in response, startled by Liu Hun’s words.

“Have you shown her the new contract with Imperial City?” Liu Hun asked more gently.

“Already…

have already shown her,” Liu Qingliu responded.

“What did she say?” Liu Hun asked further.

“She just…

she said her contract had expired, so she wants to choose a movie company to sign with on her own,” Liu Qingliu answered Liu Hun.

“Choose on her own?” Liu Hun repeated the phrase, then switched off the TV with the remote control, “Never mind, artists have their own choices.

Don’t bother with this matter anymore; just straighten out the new company’s order.

You’ll soon have work to do.”

“Yes, yes, Chairman!

Have a safe trip!” Liu Qingliu finally saw Liu Hun off and heaved a sigh of relief.

After Liu Hun left Liu Qingliu’s office, he received a call from Jiang Fengqin, “Hello, Fengqin, what’s up?”