I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

On the other end of the phone, Murakami was still waiting for Lin Ting's reply.

Inside the Golden Osmanthus Hall, the overturned main table had not yet been righted.

Market regulators were sealing up the documents, and economic investigators took Shen Chengze out of the banquet hall. Several hospital directors stood there, not daring to leave or sit down.

Lin Ting stood next to the piles of liquor and designer brands, holding his phone.

Murakami spoke up: "Grandpa Lin, Mitsui is willing to compensate us. We can talk."

Lin Ting asked, "Where are you?"

Representative office.

"Come to Buckingham Palace."

"Now?"

"Come and wait here."

Lin Ting hung up the phone and handed it to Lin Fu.

Feng Qingnian was still standing next to the second table, his name tag already removed. The association secretary next to him was holding a folder, his hands trembling.

Lin Ting walked over.

"List of distribution channels, pharmacy alliance contracts, and private hospital procurement filings must be submitted tonight."

Feng Qingnian nodded: "I'll have my secretary fetch it."

"Don't let anyone deliver it. Go yourself."

Feng Qingnian's throat moved: "Grandpa Lin, I'll go."

The vice president of Wangjia Hospital hadn't left yet; his phone was slammed onto the table by Lin Fu.

This man's surname is Ma, and his name is Ma Cheng'an. When he mentioned Ruihe, Ren'an, and Bo'ai hospitals earlier, he was trying to leave himself a way out.

Lin Ting looked at him.

"Who approved the Wang family's sale of the hospital?"

Ma Chengan wiped his forehead: "The board of directors of Wang Family Medical has already approved it. The cash flow of the three hospitals has dried up, the payment for drug purchases is eight months overdue, and the equipment lease is also in default. The banks are pressing for repayment, and there's trouble with the association. They have no choice but to get rid of them."

"How much debt do you have?"

"The three companies together amount to 670 million. The book value of the equity transfer is 260 million."

Lin Fu looked up: "Grandpa, the net assets of the three hospitals are not low. The Wang family is eager to get out, so they are driving down the price very hard, but there are also many pitfalls."

It covers everything: outstanding payments for dialysis center supplies, medical insurance settlement disputes, medical malpractice compensation, and equipment holding agreements.

Lin Ting asked, "Can you accept it?"

Lin Fu flipped through a few pages of documents: "Yes. As long as we connect the drug supply chain and the medical supplies chain, we can save our cash flow. The biggest problems are the licenses and the medical staff; we can't stop operating the clinic."

Lin Ting told Ma Chengan, "Notify the Wang family to sign the framework agreement tonight. By 7 a.m. tomorrow, put the equity, debt, medical staff rosters, and equipment mortgage lists of the three hospitals at Buckingham Palace."

Ma Chengan paused for a moment: "Tonight?"

Lin Fei stood behind him.

Ma Chengan swallowed his words, bent down to pick up his phone, and said, "I'll make a call."

Half an hour later, the Lin family's convoy left the International Conference Center.

The temporary command post on the top floor of Buckingham Palace was lit up again, the hotel lobby was emptied, and the elevator entrance was guarded by Chung Tong.

Bai Zongming is still detained in the Emperor's Box, the Blood Robe Hall's account books have already been sent out three times, and Xia Xue is organizing materials next door with a hard drive.

At one o'clock in the morning, we arrived in Murakami.

He didn't bring bodyguards, only two lawyers and a financial representative. Lin Fei stopped him at the hotel entrance.

"Grandpa is busy, you wait here."

Murakami glanced at the elevator: "I brought authorization from Mitsui headquarters."

Lin Fei took the documents, turned around, and went upstairs.

Murakami was left in the side hall on the first floor. The air conditioning in the side hall was on full blast, and there was only a glass of water on the table.

The finance officer at Mitsui's representative office had been standing for half an hour, his legs were numb, and he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Murakami, how much longer do we have to wait?"

Murakami didn't answer.

On the top floor of Buckingham Palace, Lin Ting was reviewing due diligence data from three hospitals.

Ruihe Private Hospital has the largest private dialysis center in the province, which the Wang family used to control the supply of kidney disease consumables.

Ren'an Rehabilitation Center has many beds but is operating at a loss, despite its prime location. Bo'ai Nephrology Hospital still has its expert team, but it also has the most bad debts.

Lin Fu divided the documents into three piles.

"Grandpa, the Wang family wants to dump the medical malpractice burden on us. Three years ago, there were two cases of dialysis infections at Bo'ai Hospital, and the compensation has not been settled."

Ren'an also has equipment leaseback programs, and the leasing company is backed by the Wang family. Ruihe's consumables warehouse has a batch of overpriced inventory, with prices inflated by three times.

Lin Ting put down his pen.

"Deduct these from the price."

"They've already deducted 180 million. The Wang family won't accept it."

"Then send the fake lab reports and staged photos of the hospital bed to the medical insurance bureau."

Ma Chengan sat next to him, his back soaked with sweat.

He picked up the phone, said three sentences to the director of Wang Family Medical, and the other end cursed him more than a dozen times.

Lin Ting didn't urge him.

At 3 a.m., the Wang family conceded.

The transfer price for 100% equity in the three hospitals is 180 million. The Lin family will assume all compliant debts, while the compensation for the old medical malpractice incident will be listed separately and borne by the original Wang family medical institution.

From the moment the agreement was signed, the three hospitals' financial seals, procurement seals, and pharmacy warehouses were jointly managed by the Lin family.

Lin Fu had his lawyer revise the contract.

At that moment, Lin Fei entered the room.

"Grandpa, the village is still downstairs."

Lin Ting looked at the clock on the wall.

"Let him keep waiting."

Two more hours passed, and the sky turned gray.

Murakami was finally taken to the top floor. When he entered the command center, Lin's lawyer had just printed out the framework agreement for the three hospitals.

Ma Chengan sat in the corner, while the people from Wang Family Medical participated in the meeting via video; no one dared to turn off their cameras.

Murakami stopped in his tracks when he saw the documents on the table.

Lin Ting did not offer his seat.

"Did you bring your things?"

Murakami placed a file folder on the table.

The finance representative opened the bag; inside was a $30 million compensation check and a letter of authorization from Mitsui headquarters. The lawyer laid out the English and Chinese versions.

Murakami began, "This money is Mitsui's compensation for the recent business dispute in Jiangnan Province."

The conditions are simple: Lin will cease his public accusations against Mitsui, Mitsui will withdraw its technology infringement complaint against Hongtu Machinery, and both sides will compromise.

Lin Ting flipped through the authorization letter.

"Should we each take a step back?"

Murakami nodded: "Mitsui can abandon the Shen Chengze line, or it can choose not to interfere in the sale of the Wang family hospital. As for the port mortgage and heavy equipment contract, I hope the Lin family will not pursue them any further."

Lin Ting threw the authorization letter back onto the table.

"Mitsui paid money to save his life, and now he wants to protect his goods?"

Murakami paused for a moment while writing in Chinese.

Lin Ting raised his hand, and Lin Fu handed him a list.

"First, Mitsui withdrew all complaints against Hongtu, Lin's Pharmaceutical Factory, and Lin's Logistics. Second, the mortgage on the South District Logistics Park was released. Third, the original contracts for the low-priced assets of Jiangnan Heavy Industry were handed over."

Fourth, pharmaceutical channel representatives withdrew from Jiangnan. Fifth, the $30 million went into the regulatory account today.

Murakami's facial muscles twitched.

"Grandpa Lin, the conditions you've set are too harsh."

"Then go back."

Murakami looked at Lin Ting, and after a dozen seconds, picked up a pen and signed the supplementary agreement.

Lin Fu brought in bank witnesses to convert the compensation check into a performance guarantee, which was then converted into RMB and deposited into Lin's acquisition supervision account.

In less than twenty minutes, the money was transferred to the equity acquisition framework of three hospitals.

Ma Chengan watched as the acquisition deposit was deposited into his account, then leaned back in his chair.

On the other end of the video conference at Wangjia Medical, the board members remained silent.

Lin Ting signed his name at the end of the agreement.

From this day forward, Ruihe, Ren'an, and Bo'ai hospitals entered the Lin family's medical system.

Lin Ting capped his pen and said to Ma Cheng'an, "The three hospitals will not close until noon today. Half of the back wages will be paid first. Dialysis supplies will be sourced from Lin's warehouse. Anyone who dares to stop the dialysis will be treated as plotting against a patient."

Ma Chengan nodded: "I'll make the arrangements."

Lin Ting then looked at Murakami.

"You can go back to your home country now."

Murakami put the pen back in his briefcase and stood up.

He stopped when he reached the door.

"Grandpa Lin, Mitsui's loss in Jiangnan doesn't mean Mitsui has lost. Mitsui won't hand over its true core technologies to anyone. Machine tools, materials, medical equipment—the Lin family can't bypass them."

Lin Ting sat back down in the main seat.

"The Lin family doesn't need your money."

After Murakami left, Lin Fu pushed the consolidated financial statements of the hospital's assets in front of Lin Ting.

"Grandpa, with the merger of the three hospitals, the Lin family's medical line is now complete. The scale of assets, the coverage of industries, and the number of family members employed have all improved significantly."

Lin Ting looked at the numbers on the computer screen and opened the system panel, which only he could see.

[Family Prosperity Calculation Completed]

[Current Level: Level 2]

Upgrade conditions have been met.

Lin Ting looked at the last line and said, "Upgrade."