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He stopped talking nonsense and stood up.

"In that case, I won't bother Boss Zhao any longer."

His tone was calm, as if he were simply deciding to end an ordinary meeting. "Ah Hao, let's go."

"Hey! Mr. Lin! Mr. Lin, please wait!"

Zhao Dezhu panicked and hurriedly got up to stop him, a thin layer of sweat instantly appearing on his forehead.

He didn't expect the other party to be so decisive, not even giving him room to bargain.

"The price...the price is negotiable! You...you name a price?"

Lin Dong stopped, turned around, and calmly looked at him: "Three million. A full acquisition, with the new company handling all debt repayment, personnel retention, and everything else."

Three million?!

Zhao Dezhu exclaimed in disbelief, as if his tail had been stepped on, "This is impossible! My three CNC machines cost about the same price when I bought them! And then there's the factory, the technology..."

"Boss Zhao,"

Lin Dong interrupted him, took a thin folder from Zheng Hao's hand, and gently placed it on the table. "This is a brief report on your factory's actual financial situation for the past two years, as well as an equipment assessment."

Given the current trend and your debt situation, if you default on your loan next month and the bank applies for an asset freeze and auction, do you think the auction price could reach three million?

Lin Dong's voice wasn't harsh, and it didn't even have much of an inflection, but every word was like an icicle, piercing into Zhao Dezhu's heart.

"I'll take over now, pay cash, resolve your debt crisis, and allow you to exit with dignity, or..."

He paused for a moment, then added, "You can also choose to wait another month and see what price the bank and the court will offer you."

Zhao Dezhu's fingers trembled as he turned the pages. After only a few glances, his face turned from red to white.

The data above is even clearer than the accounts his cousin kept!

Even his subtle actions of transferring some assets in private seem to have been noted.

This young man... was not at all the naive rich kid he had imagined!

Cold sweat poured down his forehead and back.

His previous contempt, wishful thinking, and scheming now seem so ridiculous.

The other party came prepared and had his Achilles' heel.

The private room was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of the air conditioner.

After a long silence, Zhao Dezhu seemed to have all his strength drained away. He slumped back into his chair, his voice dry and hoarse: "...President Lin, impressive tactics. I...I admit it. The factory can be sold, but..."

He raised his head, a final struggle and hope flashing in his eyes. "I have one condition! I'll sell the factory to you, but I still have to be the factory manager! I founded this factory myself, and no one knows it better than me!"

Without me, you won't be able to get those machines and experienced workers running smoothly anytime soon! If you don't agree, then... then I'd rather go bankrupt than sell it!

After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Lin Dong, his chest heaving. This was the only way he could think of to preserve the last bit of dignity and value he had left.

Lin Dong looked at him but did not answer immediately.

Silence fell again in the private room, broken only by Zhao Dezhu's heavy breathing.

This is an unexpected yet reasonable condition.

Zhao Dezhu has a technical background, is attached to the factory, and is reluctant to give up power.

Keeping him around to familiarize himself with the situation and facilitate a smooth transition is not impossible, but he must be put in a restraint.

In an instant, a plan that could both utilize its value and maintain complete control took shape in his mind.

A few seconds later, Lin Dong sat down again and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the smooth tabletop.

"Okay." He uttered two words, his voice calm and even. "Factory manager, you can continue."

A glimmer of hope had just appeared in Zhao Dezhu's eyes.

Lin Dong's next words, however, were like a series of cold chains, instantly tightening the grip on his heart that had just begun to ease:

"But he is only the nominal factory manager, responsible for daily production management. Personnel appointments and dismissals, financial expenditures, purchases exceeding 50,000 yuan, and access to all technical drawings and customer information must be approved by the person in charge dispatched by the new company."

"at the same time,"

Lin Dong's gaze was as if it were solid, fixed on Zhao Dezhu's face. "You need to sign a non-compete agreement and will not be allowed to work in the same industry for ten years."

In addition, there is a performance-based agreement: in the next three months, the factory's yield rate must be maintained at over 96%, the core customer retention rate must be no less than 90%, and production costs must be reduced by 15% from the current level.

If any performance indicator fails to meet the target for two consecutive months, or if any situation occurs that harms the company's interests, leaks trade secrets, or results in a major production accident, you will be automatically dismissed and will only receive compensation based on your basic salary.

With each point Lin Dong made, Zhao Dezhu's heart sank a little deeper.

This is hardly the behavior of a factory director being retained.

This is clearly a situation where a tight band has been put around!

Human resources and finance were blocked, technology and clients were monitored, there were harsh, almost impossible-to-achieve performance-based clauses, and a broad clause on "damaging company interests"...

"President Lin, this...this condition is too..." Zhao Dezhu forced a bitter expression, trying to bargain. "96% yield rate? Another 15% cost reduction? This...this is simply impossible in a short time! You have to give me time, and this 'damage to the company's interests' is too..."

"Can't do it?"

Lin Dong interrupted him, his tone calm yet weighty, "That means you're not up to the requirements of the new position. This agreement is your only chance to leave gracefully and still get a sum of money to pay off your debts. Or, you can choose to refuse."

Zhao Dezhu opened his mouth, but all the words stuck in his throat.

reject?

How could he dare refuse!

That three million loan was like a knife hanging over my head.

Agree first!

As long as the factory remains in my hands, I can gradually sideline the so-called person in charge of personnel and finance.

The technology is mine, the experienced workers listen to me, the customer relationships are in my hands, so in the end, I'll be the one making the decisions.

This young man thinks he can control me by signing an agreement?

too naive!

Thinking of this, he forced a look of grievance and resignation onto his face, and sighed heavily: "Sigh... Mr. Lin, your terms... fine! I'll sign! For the factory, for my brothers who have been with me for so many years, I accept it!"

Lin Dong saw the calculation that flashed in his eyes and the feigned grievance, understood, but didn't point it out, simply extending his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Factory Director Zhao. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, I will bring my team to officially move into the factory, complete the handover, and announce the new management structure."

"Okay, okay, it's a pleasure to cooperate! I'll be ready tomorrow!" Zhao Dezhu quickly clasped his hands together, a smile returning to his face.

The dinner party ended hastily in an atmosphere that seemed harmonious but was actually filled with hidden agendas.

Back in the car, after driving some distance from the hotel, Zheng Hao, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't help but speak, his brows furrowed: "Brother Dong, that Zhao Dezhu has shifty eyes, and he agreed too readily."

I don't think he has good intentions. Why don't we wait until he completely collapses and the bank auctions it off before taking over? Wouldn't that be cheaper and easier?