In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

Chapter 267: Acquired Chunhe Trading Control in a Chance of Conversation

Fu Ziyan has written so many short essays, plans and proposals since she was a child, and this is only 1,500 words... Well, it's still a bit time-consuming and laborious.

Meng Tiao knew that the teacher had assigned homework to the eldest daughter again, and calculated that it would take two hours before she came to Fu's house with the documents. She learned from the servant that the eldest daughter had just called the intercom and asked for ice cola to be sent to the study. Knowing that the eldest daughter had finished the homework assigned by the teacher, she secretly praised herself for her accurate calculation of time, and walked towards the study and knocked on the door.

"Miss, I'm Meng Tiao."

Fu Ziyan had just finished writing her self-criticism and was relaxing in her cradle when she heard Meng Tiao knock on the door. She sighed inwardly, thinking that the excavators on the construction site were busier than she was!

Excavator: ???

Please don't Q, thank you. After all, the money you earn when you are busy is yours, but I have never received a salary.

"Enter."

At the same time, Fu Ziyan stood up and sat back at her desk.

Meng Tiao wore a work-related smile as she entered the room, carrying a stack of folders. "Miss, these are the August financial reports and next quarter's work plans for several companies."

"Okay." Fu Ziyan took a quick look and realized that although the pile looked large, it could actually be finished before today.

"The background check and related documents for the trading company I mentioned last time are good. The investment team has compiled the investment evaluation documents and they are also included. I've put them at the top. The chairman of this company would like to meet with you."

Fu Ziyan reached for the yellow folder first, and upon opening it, it was the investment evaluation document for the trading company Meng Tiao had mentioned. She lowered her eyes to examine it carefully, then casually asked, "What do you want from me?"

"This trading company has reached bankruptcy, in part, due to a dispute with the head of a medium-sized community organization. They probably want you to mediate."

Fu Ziyan didn't even frown: "Is it a big problem?"

"The leader of this society has some nepotism with the Qi family."

Fu Ziyan curled the corners of her lips, with a hint of helplessness in her tone: "Why is it the Qi family again?" In the past, they only saw each other a few times a year, but recently the frequency of the Qi family's appearances was ridiculously high.

It's indeed a coincidence.

As the eldest daughter's chief assistant, Meng Tiao naturally knew that Zhou Kuang was competing with Miss Qi's boyfriend for the lead vocalist position, a situation that the producer had brought directly to the attention of the two daughters' parents. She even personally arranged for an employee of Dianmao Company to look after Zhou Kuang, as Mu Mu and Mr. Zhu weren't close.

At that time, she thought that the eldest lady had some feelings for Zhou Kuang, and that Zhou Kuang might be lucky enough to have a romantic relationship with the eldest lady on a whim, so she paid a little more attention to Zhou Kuang's matter.

What a pity, Zhou Kuang is unlucky.

Meng Tiao lowered her eyebrows and hands, stood with a standard posture, not daring to smile at all.

Based on her years of work experience, she knew that the two hours of "homework" that the eldest daughter had to do was definitely a punishment from the teacher, either calligraphy practice or a self-criticism. If she smiled at this time, she might be angered by the malicious eldest daughter.

She doesn't want to work overtime today...

Fu Ziyan tapped the table with her index finger and looked up at Meng Tiao: "I remember there was a dinner party the day after tomorrow. I sent an invitation. Let's find out if Qi Mengchu will go."

"Okay, miss. What about the meeting with the chairman of the trading company?"

Fu Ziyan wanted to say it was up to her, but then she remembered Xi Qingqing had invited her to go horse racing tomorrow afternoon, so she changed her mind and said, "Tomorrow morning."

Fu Ziyan was very nonchalant about this meeting. She had been investing from time to time over the years and had met countless company bosses. This kind of meeting was nothing to her.

Anyway, he was just praising her and talking about future business strategies. He wouldn't be so stupid as to say anything that would make her unhappy.

that's the truth.

The two sat opposite each other with a cup of tea, and the person opposite them smiled and talked about the company's entrepreneurial history and future plans and expectations... It was really an ordinary meeting. The only surprising thing was the gift the boss gave her, a set of well-made classic aromatherapy gift boxes.

It can be seen that he has seriously inquired about her preferences.

Fu Ziyan, delighted by this gift, listened patiently to Yan Tongchun's emotional presentation. She cupped the bone china cup with three fingers of her left hand, the last two forming a graceful arc. She sipped gently, her eyelashes lowered. Then, looking up, she chuckled softly, her tone unhurried.

"I really admire Mr. Yan's deep affection for the company, but feelings are one thing and reality is another." Fu Ziyan's expression was very gentle, but the meaning revealed between her lips was not satisfactory. "I want 67% of the shares."

After reviewing the investment evaluation documents yesterday, she became even more optimistic about Chunhe's future and Yan Tongchun's abilities. Although it was still a small company, its future was definitely promising. With such high-quality assets right before her eyes, Fu Ziyan was determined to secure them.

Yan Tongchun paused, frowned and looked at her: "Miss Fu..."

Fu Ziyan raised her hand to interrupt: "I know Chunhe is Mr. Yan's hard work in recent years, but things are different now. Chunhe is heavily in debt, and its goods have been detained by customs. If we make a wrong move, Chunhe will no longer exist. Mr. Yan, you let me contribute, you can't let me suffer at the expense of others."

Yan Tongchun remained silent.

He originally just wanted to transfer part of the equity to Miss Fu. After all, although Chunhe had a lot of debts, as long as the customs released the batch of goods safely, many of the remaining debts could be paid off. In addition, with its good financial situation, the bank would relax loans, and with the funds that Miss Fu would inject, Chunhe would be able to recover quickly.

But if Miss Fu takes away 67% of the shares, then Chunhe will no longer be his Chunhe.

He had gradually developed Chunhe from a small shop into the trading company it is today. Now that he was a small shareholder, to be honest, if Miss Fu was not the key to solving the current situation, if the Fu family was not too powerful to offend, he would have wanted to call her a "robber."

Although Yan Tongchun looked calm, Fu Ziyan could tell at a glance that he was probably cursing her in his heart. However, Fu Ziyan forgave him. After all, who would not be angry and resentful if someone took advantage of her hard work?

But the business world is like a battlefield, and she is not a savior. She solved the dire crisis of Chunhe Trading Company, but she can't not collect some interest.

Yan Tongchun: Is that one o’clock?

Fu Ziyan thought she was very kind. After all, although she took away the controlling stake, with her resources and connections, it was only a matter of time before Chunhe became bigger. By then, Yan Tongchun would be able to get a considerable share of the profits with the shares he held.

Moreover, she admired Yan Tongchun's talents and had no plans to expel him from the company. He could continue to be the president and lead Chunhe to sail far. In addition to the change of ownership of the company, Chunhe was still his hard work. It would be great if he could continue to improve his hard work.

Fu Ziyan smiled and kindly reminded him, "Mr. Yan, emergency situations are like putting out a fire. You have to make a decision quickly. Customs doesn't have much time. You can't waste it."

Yan Tongchun spoke earnestly, but still refused to give in: "Ms. Fu, 67 is too big, how about 49? This is my utmost sincerity."

Tsk, people always want more. Before she agreed to invest, Yan Tongchun was extremely anxious, but now that he had a chance to save the company, he started to worry about who would control the company.

Fu Ziyan's smile remained unchanged. Judging from her expression and demeanor, she still looked like a dignified and elegant young lady. Her tone was gentle, but she did not leave any room for Yan Tongchun.

"Mr. Yan, give me 67%, and I'll have the customs clear this batch of goods legally tomorrow, or else this capital injection will be invalidated, and Mr. Yan will find another way. I wish Mr. Yan all the best."

It sounded like a two-way street, but in reality, Fu Ziyan didn't give Yan Tongchun the option to refuse. First, the goods at customs could no longer be delayed, and second, the power of the Fu family and Miss Fu's financial resources.

A company that Miss Fu wanted to invest in but was rejected, invisibly represents a huge "pot". Who dares to take over?

The small families don't dare to do that. Maybe Miss Fu has no intention of targeting them, but there will always be families that will attack in order to please Miss Fu, Mr. Fu, or even the Fu family, or to take advantage of the situation.

The big families are not afraid, but the gains do not outweigh the losses.

No matter how promising Chunhe's future is, it is still just a small company. It is indeed rare to find talented people from thousands of people, but who are not outstanding elites gathered in this area of ​​Central, Hong Kong? There are outstanding graduates from Hong Kong universities and even elites who have returned from overseas. What is scarce is talent, but even more so are resources and connections.

With the resources and connections, it is not impossible to support another trading company. Why should we become estranged from the Fu family over such a small matter?

Perhaps someone would be willing to invest in Chunhe, gamble that Miss Fu wasn't targeting him and that the small families couldn't do anything to him. But the customs issue was imminent, and the chances of that happening were too small. Yan Tongchun couldn't afford to gamble, nor could he afford to wait.

He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, his expression was clear: "Then I'll have to trouble Director Fu to take care of the customs matters."

The word "Mr. Fu" essentially indicated Yan Tongchun's choice.

Fu Ziyan's smile remained light. She wasn't surprised by Yan Tongchun's choice, as it was a single choice that required compromise. "Mr. Yan, you're too polite. I'll have to trouble you to take care of the company's affairs from now on."

Yan Tongchun was surprised. It was an unspoken rule to appoint one's own people to control key positions after a change of dynasty, but Miss Fu had no intention of replacing someone else?

Fu Ziyan was well aware of the tactic of giving a blow and getting a fruit. She had no intention of removing Yan Tongchun. Yan Tongchun was capable, had an old relationship with Chunhe, and still held part of Chunhe's shares. No one was more suitable than Yan Tongchun to preside over Chunhe's trading affairs.

She hadn't said it before, simply because she wanted him to realize from the bottom of his heart that Chunhe belonged to her, Fu Ziyan, and not to her former boss, Yan Tongchun. But since Yan Tongchun had already agreed to transfer the controlling stake, there was no need to hide the fact that Yan Tongchun would remain as CEO.

"As President Yan said before, this is Chunhe, which you have nurtured. Who else but you is more suitable to manage Chunhe?" Fu Ziyan smiled. "I want to get the largest stake because I am optimistic about Chunhe and it is also a habit. You can run Chunhe with confidence. I will not interfere. After all, we have the same goal. We both want Chunhe to develop better and better, right?"

Seeing Yan Tongchun's expression relax a little, Fu Ziyan gave him another "date": "I have always treated my partners well. I heard that Mr. Yan and the leader of the Yi'an Society have some conflicts. For Mr. Yan's quality of life, I will ask Uncle Qi to mediate between you two."

This was the second thing he wanted to discuss with Miss Fu today, but he hadn't expected her to bring it up directly. The resentment that lingered in Yan Tongchun's heart gradually faded. Now that things had come to this, it was better to move on.

With the support of Miss Fu's personal connections, Chunhe Trading has a bright future. He also has Miss Fu as his backer, so he doesn't have to worry about the society causing trouble for him or the company's employees one day.

Yan Tongchun smiled gently again: "Well, thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Ziyan, intent on smoothing things over, chuckled and nodded at the classic aromatherapy gift box beside her. "Just saying thank you isn't enough. If you encounter this again, Mr. Yan, why not give me another one as a birthday present?"

"Okay." Yan Tongchun nodded. Speaking of this, the smile on his lips softened a little. "This is a gift that my wife carefully selected. She also likes spices."

"Really?" Fu Ziyan raised her eyebrows and smiled, with a girl's pride and innocence between her brows. There was no trace of the half-coercive attitude she had shown in her recent confrontation with him. "It seems that Mrs. Yan and I are kindred spirits. If I have time someday, I'll invite her to have afternoon tea with me."

"I'll tell her. She'll be very happy."