At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties sighed slightly, looked up at Li Xing, and said apologetically.
His meaning is quite obvious: he has decided to leave and sell his shares. This is a choice that any normal person would make. The idea of "preferring to live and die with the company" is a lie; in the end, the company still goes bankrupt. Those who can turn the tide of bankruptcy are just scenes from TV dramas and movies.
They weren't acting; they were living their lives.
A man carries a lot on his shoulders: cars, houses, loans, and so on.
Moreover, they are not young people in their twenties who have the desire to strive, but lack the sense of duty.
“I’m really sorry, Chairman, my decision is the same as his. We are going to withdraw our investment. Remember, we are all businessmen. The business world is like a battlefield. Maybe tomorrow our company will be forcibly suppressed by others and go bankrupt. At that time, we won’t even have a penny.”
Another middle-aged man, who was nearly sixty years old and had some gray hair, shook his head slightly and said.
"Yes, Chairman, there's no other way. You'd better take care of yourself. If you want to live and die with ZTE Corporation, you'll only end up battered and bruised."
"Withdraw investment, sell shares..."
The other shareholders all had similar opinions: sell their shares.
Li Xing felt a sense of suffocation, an indescribable discomfort. ZTE Corporation was a company he had built from scratch, weathering countless storms, yet in the end, it still had to fall to this state.
"Everyone, is this really how you intend to do it? We've been through so much together at ZTE. Are you all going to desert us now that we're facing this crisis?! Please believe me, give me some time, and I will definitely rebuild ZTE!"
Li Xing's eyes reddened, and he clenched his fists, speaking with great emotion.
All the shareholders fell silent again. Indeed, they had been through a lot with ZTE, and some even wanted their children to join the ZTE Group. Unfortunately, they couldn't even make it through twenty years.
"I'm sorry, Chairman Li, our mind is made up. We are all sensible businessmen, and we will not take any risks that do not benefit us. That's all."
The shareholder, in his forties, had an unusually firm gaze. He spoke, saying that he understood ZTE Group couldn't survive. It lacked any innovative technology; all the phone components were from other companies, and the only thing it had was its own logo...
Hearing this, Yang Feng grew impatient and walked straight to the front of the table, saying calmly:
"If you all want to leave, then get out of here now and sell all your shares to me."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the shareholders in the room were stunned. They hadn't paid much attention to this young man before, but now they were somewhat surprised.
He just threatened to buy their shares.
"You think you can buy our shares? You really don't know what's good for you. Don't think that just because ZTE Group is facing difficulties, the value of our shares is low."
One of the obese shareholders, with a furrowed brow, appeared to be a young man in his early twenties. He was immediately angered and spoke without any mercy.
"That's right! Do you know the current value of our ZTE Corporation's shares? Forty percent of them would cost at least four hundred million, which means ten percent of the shares would cost one hundred million. Can a little kid like you afford that?"
The forty-year-old shareholder next to him had a gloomy look in his eyes. He originally wanted to sell his shares to the rice company to gain their favor so that he could work for them.
In fact, the shareholders next to him all had this idea. Right now, the Xiaomi phone is one of the most popular domestic phones in China.
It is only slightly inferior to Honor Chinese.
"Heh, only four hundred million?" Yang Feng sat down at a table next to the desk, sneered, and then clapped his hands. A man in his thirties entered the room; it was Heng Qing, followed by four henchmen.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the meeting room became somewhat heavy.
Immediately afterwards, Hengqing took out a black card from his person, which was the same black card that Yang Feng had used before, containing at least 500 million yuan in liquid funds.
In just one week, the companies under the Orchid Association have made huge profits. He originally intended to return the black card to Yang Feng today, but now he is here to acquire ZTE Group.
The shareholders here all saw this black card. They recognized it; it was a Swiss bank savings card, which held at least tens of millions of US dollars in assets—a card specifically used by the wealthy.
It's quite common for there to be over 100 million yuan in it.
"I'm sorry, although you have the money to buy our shares, we have the option not to sell them to you. I have already contacted the Rice Group to sell the shares to them. Besides, it would be a waste to sell to a twenty-year-old like you. You are not qualified to have the shares in my hands!"
The forty-year-old man stood with his arms crossed, a look of shock flashing in his eyes. The young man in front of him seemed to be only about twenty years old, yet he already possessed such wealth. Could he be a second-generation rich kid?
But in his memory, the only person so young and rich seemed to be the eldest son of the Wang family, the most powerful family in Liaoning Province, who was known as the "nation's husband"...
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng smiled faintly. He hadn't expected that he wasn't qualified to buy the shares held by this middle-aged man. How interesting. Even the Yang family, once the most powerful family in Yanjing City, had been crushed by him. How could a mere ordinary businessman make him unqualified?
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Chapter 459 Forced
Just then, a figure appeared next to the middle-aged man in his forties and slammed his head onto the table.
"You just said that our Young Master Yang isn't qualified to buy your shares? Let me tell you, it's already a great honor for you to be here and talking to him. You're incredibly lucky to still be alive, do you understand?!"
The person speaking was Xiao Xiang. He pinned down the middle-aged man in his forties with both hands, making him unable to struggle.
If it were in the past, they might have seized the shares directly, just like they did when they took over the Phoenix Hotel, and then killed them!
"What are you doing? This is ZTE Corporation's conference room. Quickly call security and kick these people out." The middle-aged man in his forties was pinned to the table, feeling extremely uncomfortable and panicked. He hurriedly spoke up.
The other shareholders, including Li Xing, were all pounding with fear. Were these people gangsters? They had used violence to subdue people right from the start.
"The security guards you mentioned were already subdued by us downstairs," Heng Qing said calmly, standing behind Yang Feng.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the shareholders in the conference room were jolted and looked at each other for a second.
They were all businessmen without any martial arts skills, so fighting was out of the question. After all, this society didn't need violence; it was all about brains and opportunities.
“I know you think similarly to that man, but I’ll give you one last chance to buy your shares, or you’ll definitely regret it.”
Yang Feng placed his hand on the table, tapping the tabletop lightly with his index finger. He looked at all the shareholders with a hint of coldness in his eyes and said calmly.