Free Web NovelChapter 900: Chapter 339: [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] If Only the Years Could Be Recalled (Part 8)_2
For example, the strong smell of smoke and the scent of a woman’s perfume.
Lin Chu walked into the study with an unchanged expression, breaking the silence, "I suppose you two already guessed I would come here, so let’s not waste each other’s time. I’ll get straight to the point."
The slim body seemed to hold a kind of invisible power.
Even standing in front of two men who had experienced the ups and downs of life, she seemed to lose none of her presence. freёwebnovel.com
Lin Chu took the documents out of her bag and placed them on the table.
She laid out her terms cleanly and decisively, "Give me four hundred million, and I’ll sign right now."
It was a share transfer agreement.
Before Song Jingyuan passed away, she held ten percent of Lu’s shares, which she shared with Lu Zhengmao, but all were under her name.
She was fair, splitting them evenly with one part going to Shen Weiyi and the other to Lin Chu.
"Four hundred million..." Lu Zhengmao repeated the words, his indifferent voice tinged with sarcasm, "To pay off debts?"
After Lin Zongjun jumped to his death, the company didn’t last even a day.
Industry insiders estimated that the Lin Family owed a debt of about four hundred million.
Shares of the Lu Group aren’t just for anyone, even one-thousandth of them brings considerable annual profits, let alone five percent.
Lin Chu could sell to others, but... not many would buy at twice the market value without negotiation.
The quickest buyers were only the two in this study.
Anyway, they would eventually end up back in their hands. Saving them unnecessary trouble didn’t make Lin Chu feel wronged.
"Yes, a girl who hasn’t even graduated college, how could I possibly pay off such a staggering debt? Even if I sold myself, I’d probably have to wait until the next life to pay it off."
Lin Chu seemed not to hear the sarcasm in Lu Zhengmao’s words and shrugged indifferently, even smiling slightly.
Lu Zhengmao snorted coldly, "At least you have self-awareness."
Lin Chu stood in front of the desk, looking at Old Sir Lu, who hadn’t expressed any opinion from beginning to end, exhaling smoke and appearing more unfathomable.
She smiled confidently, "If the chairman doesn’t speak, I’ll take it as this deal is set."
The old man finally looked up at Lin Chu and spoke slowly, "Using Lu Family’s things to convert into money to pay debts, very smart. Life afterwards shouldn’t be too bad."
"How can the chairman say that?" Lin Chu chuckled, boldly meeting the old man’s indifferent gaze, "Back then, it was my father’s money that saved the Lu Family. The achievements you have now, to put it bluntly, were built on the Lin Family’s back. So..."
She paused for a moment. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Adopting an expression of sudden realization, "So, heartless and ungrateful traits are hereditary, huh?"
When they needed the Lin Family, they spoke and treated people very courteously. Once they turned their back, past benevolence was completely forgotten.
The constant news trends on social media, the partners who continually broke contracts and withdrew investments, and the unbearable attacks and slanders... weren’t these all the works of the Lu Family?
The Lu and Lin Families had known each other for decades and they could mercilessly push someone to the brink. Isn’t that ungrateful?
"Lin Chu!"
Lu Zhengmao turned around, his gaze towards Lin Chu icy and his raised voice full of displeasure.
Lin Chu didn’t care.
The one who could make decisions was Old Sir Lu.
"If there’s no objection, then let’s set it aside. Once I receive the money, I’ll sign. But I hope the chairman can make a call now since subordinates need time to handle things. It would be best before Lu Huai’an arrives, making it easier for all of us."
With Lu Huai’an’s alertness, the sedatives wouldn’t last long.
One was a young girl in her early twenties, and the other an octogenarian; yet their gazes made it feel like a balanced confrontation.
Two minutes later, the old man gave Lu Zhengmao a look, and the latter glanced at Lin Chu, picked up the phone, and made a call.
After Lu Zhengmao finished the call, Lin Chu took another document out of her bag, pushed the share transfer agreement aside, and laid it openly in front of the old man.
"Half an hour isn’t particularly long, but sitting here with mutual dislike and resentment is quite awkward."
It was a divorce agreement.
The old man’s gaze fell on the document, his shrewd and calculating black eyes narrowing.
He stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, casually flipping through a few pages, "Earlier I said you were smart, but it seems I was wrong. This is a golden opportunity to ask for more, leaving with nothing is not a wise decision."
