Chapter 95: A Foolish, Rich Fool

Huang Fengwen blinked hard, feeling his CPU overload.
That 5% stake… how did it end up in our company?
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind!
“Wait! Su Hao!
You told me last time that you spent two billion through off-exchange transactions…
Holy crap! Could it be… this is what you bought?!”
Huang Fengwen's voice trembled.
Generally, for a company to make such a large investment exceeding one hundred million:
it would require layers of approval. Risk control, legal, and finance departments would review it eight hundred times, repeatedly verifying and ensuring the correctness of the investment decision and the controllability of risks.
Finally, he, as the chairman, would sign off on it.
However, Su Hao's top-tier investment department was like a bug in the system; it completely bypassed these cumbersome procedures.
As long as Su Hao was certain, he could invest however he wanted, as much as he wanted—it was entirely a matter of "acting first and reporting later, a royal privilege!"
This kind of power is probably unique in the entire domestic financial industry!
Therefore, Huang Fengwen always only listened to a general report on Su Hao's investments, never asking for details.
Because he was afraid!
He was afraid that the more he knew, the less confident he would be, and the more easily his heart would race with fear at the astronomical figures and potential enormous risks.
Or he might be tempted to give unsolicited advice, ruining Su Hao's genius operation.
But he never dreamed that this kid, Su Hao, would so quietly and secretly seize the "Imperial Seal" that would determine the next leader of Changqing Group?
Huang Fengwen felt his mouth go dry, grabbed the water glass on the table and gulped down a large mouthful, his heart pounding wildly.
Could it be…could all of this be a series of earth-shattering schemes orchestrated by this kid, Su Hao?!
First, he accurately predicted the devastating impact of the "emissions scandal" on Zhongda, accelerating its stock price collapse through short-selling funds;
Then, he forced Jinkun Holdings to sell off its crucial shares at a loss;
Finally, on the eve of the dramatic "Xuanwu Gate Incident" at Changqing Group, he precisely bought at the bottom, quietly acquiring these shares!
He patiently waited for the right moment, ultimately becoming a "decisive force" that no one could ignore in this power struggle!
"Phew—" Huang Fengwen let out a long breath, patted his chest, and said with lingering fear:
"Now you understand, right? That's why I decided from the beginning that I wouldn't ask you any questions about what you invested in!
This is fucking…too exciting! My old heart can't take this!"
No wonder!
No wonder all sorts of high-ranking officials and scoundrels have been scrambling to meet him lately.
Not only did the two groups from Changqing Group rush to his door, but other domestic and international financial institutions, sensing the opportunity, were desperately trying to connect with him.
They were all after this piece of Tang Monk's flesh!
"Su Hao, can this 5% stake really play a decisive role?" Huang Fengwen asked, still somewhat unsure.
"So far, yes," Su Hao nodded.
"Of course, if we ask for an outrageous price..."
"Those two sides will probably choose to give up our shares and find another way.
After all, wouldn't it be foolish to empty their coffers just to take our 5%?"
Huang Fengwen knew that in the financial market, the highest premium ever achieved in a battle for control, calculated at the open market price, was only 50%.
"So... what do you plan to do?" Huang Fengwen's eyes were full of anticipation.
"What do I do?" Su Hao smiled.
"Chairman Huang, I bought these shares, so the initiative in the transaction is naturally in my hands, right?
Please decline all those messy meeting invitations for me.
Let the dust settle a bit more, and let them raise the price themselves."
This game was far too shocking, so big that Huang Fengwen dared not easily intervene.
His only curiosity now was—
'What kind of outrageous price does this kid... want to sell those 5% of shares for?'
***
The power struggle within Changqing Group was in full swing, with dramatic twists and turns keeping onlookers entertained.
But strangely, Fanghuan Investment, holding the crucial "third-party" equity, hadn't received any formal offers from either side.
Su Hao even wondered if he had misjudged the situation, and if the other party wasn't even interested in those 5% of shares?
However, it turned out he was overthinking it.
The two groups within Changqing Group weren't gods either; faced with their own chaotic equity structure, they probably spent several days sifting through it before suddenly realizing:
"Damn, there's still a 5% untapped stake, held by a mainland private equity firm!
And that 5% is actually the key to deciding the outcome of this war!
"However… this 'waiting for the best price' strategy, if not handled well, can easily backfire…"
Su Hao stroked his chin, calculating silently.
Asking for an exorbitant price, then settling for a more reasonable one—that's the art of negotiation.
But if you ask for too much and push the other party too far, they'd rather a lose-lose situation or even team up to kick you, the speculator, out of the game than let you, the third-party opportunist, reap the benefits.
Historically, there are countless examples of people who, driven by greed, tried to swallow an elephant, only to be "taken down" by a united front, ending up with nothing and losing everything.
Therefore, finding a "golden ratio" that is acceptable to both sides while maximizing his own interests is what Su Hao needs to do now.
Although he had precisely bought this crucial share at the bottom, he still needed to be able to sell it at a high price, turning the paper profit into real cash in his pocket—that was true security!
"...A 30% premium?"
Su Hao picked up a pen and tentatively wrote down a number on a blank sheet of paper.
No feeling.
That familiar, comforting "ding" of intuition didn't ring in his mind.
"40%?"
Still no reaction.
Damn it, was he being too conservative?
Su Hao decided to go all out and began boldly increasing his bets on the paper.
50%... 70%... 90%...
"Damn, no reaction at all?"
Do these big shots just love a thrill?
"Let's go for it! I'm going all in today!"
Anyway, he's the only one making the price "in his mind," scribbling whatever he wants on the paper—it's not illegal!
So, he took a deep breath, and the pen in his hand danced wildly across the white paper again. The numbers on the paper skyrocketed like rockets.
100! 150! 200!
"…!"
Suddenly!
Just as a specific number flowed from his pen and clearly imprinted on the white paper, his hand holding the pen abruptly stopped!
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable tingling sensation, like an electric current, rose from his tailbone and flowed throughout his body!
In the depths of his being, he seemed to hear the gears of fate snap into place!
This is the price!
This is the destiny that will determine this 5% stake!
Su Hao stared in disbelief at the number on the paper, gasping in shock.
"400%?!"
A mere 5% of the shares, and they're asking for a fourfold premium, a total price of 10 billion?!
Are they treating the Shen family like fools with too much money?