Qu Teniang slammed the table: "I don’t want to deal with this mess. I’m selling my shares and stepping down as executive director of the group."
His words sent shockwaves through the room, leaving even Lin Tianba dumbfounded.
Everyone knew Qu Teniang was infamous in the industry as a sharp-eyed investor—every project he backed turned a profit, and every share he abandoned was doomed to fail.
Now, his decision to sell his stake could only mean one thing: he was ready to ditch this sinking ship.
Lin Tianba panicked. He feared Qu Teniang’s move would set a dangerous precedent, leading to the collapse of Suran Group.
After years of hard work, they had come this far. If the group fell apart now, he’d be ruined.
"No, I won’t allow it! The group is already in crisis, and you want to bail now? Do you really think it’s that easy?"
Qu Teniang cut him off: "Enough talk. Let’s vote." He raised his hand first.
The shareholders fell silent. Had Suran Group really reached this point?
Lin Tianba expected resistance, but to his horror, the shareholders exchanged glances and slowly began raising their hands in agreement.One by one, every single shareholder—except Lin Tianba—voted in favor.
At that moment, they all envied one person: Lin Ran, who had exited at the peak of Suran Group’s glory. Selling high had been nothing short of divine foresight.
Lin Tianba snapped. He shot up from his seat, pointing accusingly at the shareholders.
"You… all of you? I refuse! I’m the majority shareholder. Without my approval, you can’t do this!"
Qu Teniang smirked. "Boss Lin, do you even understand corporate law? Let me educate you—for decisions like this, a two-thirds majority vote from present shareholders is enough. You may be the chairman with the largest stake, but you can’t block our decision. Got it?"
Lin Tianba stared at him in disbelief. He knew Qu Teniang was right.
Owning 51% of the shares gave him more influence and secured his position as chairman, but this wasn’t about shareholding—it was a corporate decision requiring a shareholder vote.
A chill ran down Lin Tianba’s spine.
He had just spent over a billion. If this went through now…
Qu Teniang didn’t give him time to react. Leaning back in his chair, he addressed the shareholders.
"Suran Group’s value has plummeted. I’ve consulted industry insiders—if we sell now, we might still get a million per share. Wait any longer, and they’ll be worthless. So first thing tomorrow, I’m listing mine."
A million?
Lin Tianba’s eyes bulged.
He had bought Lin Ran’s shares for over three million each. Selling at a million would leave him bankrupt.
"Qu Teniang, have you lost your damn mind?" Lin Tianba roared.
Ignoring him, Qu Teniang delivered the final blow.
"The chairman’s emotional. I propose another vote—on liquidating the group’s accounts for dividends. Let’s cash out and move on."
Lin Tianba was stunned. This usually mild-mannered man was now ruthless, cutting through red tape without hesitation. No concern for whether Suran Group could recover. Why?
One by one, the shareholders raised their hands. Eager to list their shares the next morning, they began proposing motions and voting on the spot.
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By dawn, the accounts were prepped for dividend distribution, ready for the banks to process at opening.
As for the looming risk of refund demands? The shareholders couldn’t care less. The crisis hadn’t erupted yet.
Capitalists were merciless. Feasting on blood-soaked profits was their specialty.
In good times, everyone prospered. In bad times, they saved themselves—even if it meant shoving others into the abyss.
No matter how desperately Lin Tianba fought, no one listened.
By the next morning, the payouts were done. Qu Teniang was the first to leave, firing off a text message as he walked out.
Alone, Lin Tianba stared at the 500 million deposited into his account, lost in thought.
It wasn’t enough to cover personal loans, corporate debt, or refunds—just enough to repay Brother Dao and that month’s installments.
But what then?
Wait for new investors? Unlikely.
If new shareholders discovered Suran Group’s crisis and pushed for bankruptcy, the company’s fate would be sealed.
Some investors specialized in dying companies, gambling on liquidation payouts like a high-stakes bet.
This was common in the investment world.
In bankruptcy, old and new shareholders would walk away unscathed—maybe even profit.
But Lin Tianba still owed the bank a billion. That was the mountain crushing him.
His head throbbed. For now, he could only take it one step at a time.
He even considered selling his own shares.
Selling now would net him another 500 million, plus the 300+ million left after paying Brother Dao.
Damn it—it still wouldn’t cover the hole from buying Lin Ran’s stake.
How had he gone from billionaire to ruin in just over a month?
Why? Why? WHY?
Lin Tianba screamed at the heavens, but they offered no answer.
Defeated, he contacted Brother Dao, who quickly provided a repayment plan.
Reluctantly, Lin Tianba transferred 100 million to Brother Dao and 30 million in interest to a corporate account.
Overnight, he aged a decade. Only three options remained:
1. Sell "Linyuan Victory Gardens" to escape the crisis and reclaim his empire.
But that was nearly impossible.
Wait for liquidation and auction?
That was suicide—auction proceeds would go straight to the bank. In this state, how much could "Linyuan Victory Gardens" even fetch? Enough to fill the company’s hole?
2. Beg Lin Ran to bail out his own father.
But Lin Ran had turned cold—he wanted nothing to do with him.
3. Follow the other shareholders and dump Suran Group.
But that would bury him in debt—without the group’s backing, he’d never escape it.
After agonizing, the only realistic choice was to offload "Linyuan Victory Gardens" at a loss.
But what about the homeowners who’d already bought in?
Hmm… Time to plan an exit.
Quickly resolve the issue with 'Linyuan Scenic Estate,' secure the money, and then transfer the assets? After that, emigrate?
If that doesn’t work, just leave the problem for society to deal with.