Siheyuan: My wife is Xu Huizhen

He Yuzhu understood perfectly well the subtext of John Madden's words:

Without a powerful expert in the Gang Jin realm to protect you, and without any colonial power to back you up, your He family is nothing more than a "soft persimmon" that barely manages to stand on its own by relying on a master in the Transcendent Realm.

Although Wheelock has changed hands, it is still a force to be reckoned with. As long as George Madden's name is invoked, Ho Yu-chu will have no choice but to submit and let Wheelock take away nearly half of the shares with a mere two million, turning him into their last "cash cow" before leaving.

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu clenched his back teeth slightly, and his fingertips quietly curled up inside his sleeve—the other party had taken advantage of his "mediocre strength" and wanted to take advantage of his misfortune!

An unnamed fire, like a powder keg ignited, exploded in his chest. The scorching heat surged to the top of his head, and He Yuzhu's knuckles instantly clenched until they turned white. His nails almost dug into his palms, leaving several deep crescent-shaped marks. The stinging pain spread from his fingertips.

But he knew perfectly well that if he lost his composure at this moment, he would be at a disadvantage and play right into John Madden's hands.

He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the anger in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed, replaced by a deliberately feigned calm.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, forcing back the surging anger within him. He forced a stiff, unnatural smile—a smile so unnatural that even the curve of his lips seemed forced—yet his eyes were sharp as an eagle, fixed intently on John Madden opposite him.

"I wonder how Mr. John Madden plans to invest?"

His tone sounded gentle, but it was actually sharp and ruthless. He wanted to see just how big this fallen nobleman, who relied on the legacy of his father, could be, and how many underhanded methods he could use.

When John Madden saw that He Yuzhu had put away his sharp edge and even forced a "compliant" smile, he immediately felt that his intimidation had worked, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, casually crossed his legs, the tips of his leather shoes dangling gently in the air, and the upturned corners of his mouth almost stretched to his ears.

He held up one finger and slowly drew circles on the table, his tone so condescending it was almost palpable, as if he were bestowing some immense favor:

"This matter is actually very simple. We believe that Lord Defeng is magnanimous and will not bully you."

He paused deliberately, cleared his throat, and continued, "I'm willing to offer 200 million in cash in exchange for 49% of your radio company's shares."

As soon as he finished speaking, he crossed his arms over his chest, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were full of unwavering certainty—a look that seemed to say, "You should be grateful and agree."

It was as if He Yuzhu didn't even have the right to refuse. After all, in his view, a Chinese boss without a strong expert backing him up had no right to say "no" to Wheelock.

Two million? Upon hearing this number, He Yuzhu's heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing it to contract sharply. He even held his breath for half a second, instinctively gasping for air, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Countless images flashed through his mind in an instant—this amount of money in Hong Kong today would be enough to buy half a street of street-front shops in Causeway Bay, with each shop generating a stable monthly rent of over a thousand.

This is enough to purchase three brand-new ocean-going freighters, enough to support the image of a small to medium-sized shipping company;

They could even hire two experts at the Transcendent Realm to stay on-site full-time, ensuring the safety and well-being of the local industry.

But the next second, when the premise of "49% equity" was combined with "200 million," he felt as if he had heard the most absurd joke in all of Hong Kong.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing. The laughter was initially somewhat restrained, but it quickly turned into a hearty laugh that echoed in the quiet living room.

The laughter sounded strong, yet carried a subtle chill, like the north wind blowing through a window in the dead of winter. There was no hint of a smile in his eyes, only a cold mockery surging within.

This is too clever a scheme! They're practically treating He Yuzhu like a fish on a chopping board! He Yuzhu sneered inwardly, his fingertips tapping unconsciously under the table as his mind raced through the profit reports of the company's various businesses.

Although his company is now involved in three major sectors, the profit gap is huge. The machinery and hardware business relies on taking on scattered orders to make ends meet, and after deducting the cost of raw materials and labor, the net profit is only 30 yuan per month.

Although the machine tool production has stable customers, it is limited by the supply of steel, and the monthly profit can only barely reach a little over 50.

The real cash cow that supports half the company and makes its competitors envious is clearly the radio business!

Our own factory handles the entire production process from core components like resistors and capacitors to casing assembly, eliminating not only the layers of markups from intermediaries but also minimizing transportation costs.

Not to mention how sought-after radios are in the Hong Kong market right now—both ordinary households and colonial government offices urgently need this convenient information tool.

Orders were booked for three months, and the finished products in the warehouse were snapped up by distributors as soon as they came off the production line. The monthly net profit easily exceeded 300 million yuan, of which the self-produced and self-sold radio business alone contributed 220 million yuan, more than three times that of the combined production of machinery, hardware and machine tools!

John Madden, on the other hand, is practically throwing his abacus beads into the sky!

They actually wanted to take away 49% of the shares for just 200 million!

what does this mean?

This means that based on the monthly net profit of 220 million from the radio business, Wheelock and Company can earn a profit of 220 million multiplied by 49%, or a full 107.8 million, every month without investing any technology, participating in any management, or taking any risks!

If you do the math, they'll be able to get their 200 million back with interest in less than two months and ten days. Every penny they make after that will be pure profit!

Not to mention that the company also has profits from the production of mechanical hardware and machine tools. Behind this 49% equity stake is a steady stream of cash flow and a visible surge in profits.

This wasn't investing; it was blatant robbery in broad daylight! The more He Yuzhu thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. His chest burned with anger mixed with the humiliation of being looked down upon.

The laughter gradually transformed from initial mockery into a loud laugh that shook the windowpanes, each sip carrying extreme disdain for this robber's logic.

John Madden's eardrums ached from the hearty yet chilling laughter, and a wave of irritation washed over him.

His carefully maintained composure crumbled instantly—in his mind, He Yuzhu would either turn pale with fright and beg for mercy upon hearing the terms, or he would immediately agree with gratitude.

But this person in front of me not only wasn't scared, he even dared to laugh in public, which was a blatant provocation!

He clenched his fist tightly, veins bulging on his arm, and slammed it heavily on the table with a loud "bang," the force of which made the entire solid wood table tremble violently.