I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 784, 783 "I'm telling you, the facts will prove that none of the people Rong Momo pricked with silver needles were good people!"

Upon hearing Xiao Jianhua's words, Lin Zifeng and Xiao Jianhua's assistant Chen Mo, who were present, were both taken aback, and Xia He was also stunned.

She hadn't expected Xiao Jianhua to be so crazy!

He was secretly delighted, but kept a straight face, staring intently at Xiao Jianhua as if trying to see through his inner thoughts.

After a moment, she suddenly smiled and said, "I really didn't expect Mr. Xiao to have such courage. Okay! However, the following clause needs to be changed."

Xia He pointed to one of the clauses: "This clause—once the stock price falls below the critical threshold of 13.0 yuan, the contract will automatically activate the knock-in condition: the initial exercise price of 20 yuan, which is far higher than the market price, must be used to take over the Wanjia Culture shares sold by the counterparty every day in multiples until the contract expires or the cumulative take-over volume reaches the predetermined limit."

"I request that the price be changed from 13 yuan to 15 yuan. In other words, the contract will be automatically activated as long as the stock price of Wanjia Culture falls to 15 yuan!"

15 yuan!
At this moment, Wan Jia Culture's stock price is only 21.3 yuan. With the slightest market fluctuation, the price could easily drop to 15 yuan!
"Mr. Xiao, please calm down!" Chen Mo, regaining his composure, couldn't help but urgently urge him on.

Lin Zifeng, who was standing to the side, frowned and gently reminded them, "Mr. Xiao and Ms. Xia, as a third party, JPMorgan Chase hopes that both parties can remain rational and calm when signing this contract."

In truth, he knew that at this moment, the two sides were like gamblers at a gambling table, their eyes bloodshot, and neither would listen to the other.

Sure enough, Xiao Jianhua laughed loudly upon hearing this: "That's great! Let's do it that way!" He then turned to Lin Zifeng: "Mr. Lin, please draft the contract again."

Lin Zifeng shook his head helplessly.

The bet is settled, and both sides seem to have a trump card up their sleeves, making them feel fearless.
The contract was quickly revised, and all three parties signed and affixed their seals.

The contract has officially come into effect.

With the business concluded, everyone left without further conversation.

As soon as they left JPMorgan Chase headquarters and got into the Mercedes, Chen Mo turned around from the passenger seat and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Xiao, you really shouldn't have changed the contract. It's terrifying. Once Wanjia Culture's stock price falls to 15 yuan, we will be caught in a 'death spiral,' and our cash flow will be drained very quickly!"

"Is there a difference?" Xiao Jianhua looked at him coldly. "If Zhao Wei's Longwei Media successfully acquires Wanjia Culture, the stock price will inevitably continue to rise; if it fails, it will inevitably plummet. Does it matter whether it falls to 15 yuan or 13 yuan? It's just the pot calling the kettle black. But right now—we desperately need cash!"

Chen Mo remained silent this time.

If the gamble pays off, the monthly cash income of 3000 million yuan could indeed alleviate the current predicament of Mintian Group.

But no matter how he looked at it, he felt it was a cup of poison.

"Don't worry, Zhao Wei will successfully acquire Wanjia Culture. That woman is no longer the Little Swallow she used to be. I have confidence in her."

These words seemed to be both persuading Chen Mo and comforting himself.

Meanwhile, Xia He, accompanied by security personnel, returned to the Peninsula Hotel in a Toyota Alphard. Upon entering her room, she excitedly told Fang Qingye:

"Xiao Jianhua has gone completely mad! He actually took the initiative to increase the price!" She recounted the entire process of revising the contract in detail.

Fang Qingye was watching "Tom and Jerry" with her daughter when she heard this and smiled slightly: "It seems that Mintian Group is not just short of money."

“Yeah, we’re desperate for money.” Xia He chuckled, then her tone turned serious as she thought of something: “Qingye, what if Zhao Wei succeeds in the acquisition and Wanjia Culture’s stock price doesn’t fall? We’ll suffer huge losses… You won’t blame me for taking matters into my own hands, will you?”

"Zhao Wei can successfully acquire it? Do you really think she's like that princess in 'My Fair Princess' with the Emperor's backing?" Fang Qingye sneered. "Using 50 times leverage for an acquisition is pure suicide!"

"Let me tell you, the facts will prove that none of the people Rong Momo stabbed with silver needles were good people!" Xia He chuckled, "Qingye, you mustn't say this in public, or it will cause a huge uproar!"

"I can't be bothered to comment on those so-called celebrities," Fang Qingye said indifferently. "I'd rather watch Tom and Jerry with Qingqing."

Now that things were settled in Hong Kong, Fang Qingye prepared to return to the mainland.

Although Xia He was reluctant, she understood that Fang Qingye no longer belonged to her alone.

After Fang Qingye left, Xia He also returned to Singapore with her daughter. Xiao Jianhua, however, remained in his suite at Four Seasons Place. His assistant, Chen Mo, was reporting the latest developments to him.
"President Xiao, Minister Liu has conducted a detailed investigation into Xia He's basic information as instructed by you, and has already sent it over."

"Speak," Xiao Jianhua said, sitting on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers.

"The information provided by JPMorgan Chase is basically true, but a few details are missing. The most crucial point is that before Xia He was transferred to the position of deputy general manager of the New York branch of Orient Bank, she served as the general manager of the Jinghai Nanxin branch for three years, from 2007 to 2009. She was essentially parachuted in for training."

“Jinghai Nanxin…” Xiao Jianhua pondered for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, “Doesn’t Fang Qingye have a nursery in Nanxin, and invite internet bigwigs who attend the Wuzhen Summit to have tea there every year?”

"Yes. According to the investigation, Fang Qingye is also from Nanxin and once worked at the Nanxin branch of Dongfangxing Bank—Xia He was the branch manager at that time!"

Xiao Jianhua suddenly looked up: "Is the information reliable?"

"That should be correct; it's easy to find out," Chen Mo replied truthfully.

"Xia He actually has connections with Fang Qingye... Interesting." Xiao Jianhua muttered to himself, "And then what?"

"Xia He was transferred back to the provincial branch in September 2009, while Fang Qingye resigned from the Nanxin branch in November of the same year and started his own business, mainly profiting from the stock and futures markets... He was once hailed as the 'King of Futures'," Chen Mo continued in his report.

“I know all that. Did Xia He and Fang Qingye have any further contact?” Xiao Jianhua was more concerned about this.

“It’s not clear from the available information,” Chen Mo replied. “Xia He was the deputy director of the market analysis department at the provincial branch, and in the fall of 2012 she was transferred to New York as the vice president; while Fang Qingye has always been active in the domestic financial and internet investment fields. In terms of career and region, the two have no overlap.”

Xiao Jianhua paused for a moment, then asked, "Can you find out who set up the Singapore private trust fund that Xia He manages?"

“It’s very difficult,” Chen Mo admitted. “According to Singapore law, the holders, beneficiaries, and contents of a private trust fund are strictly confidential. Of course, if you’re willing to go to some lengths, you might be able to find out some valuable information… Mr. Xiao, do you think that’s necessary?”

Xiao Jianhua paused for a moment, then waved his hand: "Forget it, the contract has already been signed, there's no point in asking about these things... You go back and rest, I want to be alone for a while."

"Okay." Chen Mo left the room and gently closed the door.

Xiao Jianhua sat alone on the sofa, a cigarette swirling between his fingers, motionless for a long time.

A ray of sunset shone through the window onto his face, but it brought him no warmth whatsoever.

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

A line of ancient poetry inexplicably came to Xiao Jianhua's mind.

A wave of sorrow silently rose.

(End of this chapter)