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Tian Jun felt his heart pounding a little fast in his chest, but he managed to calm it down.

He was the company's founder, the largest shareholder, and the only person present who couldn't afford to panic at this crucial moment.

He still doesn't know who this mysterious shareholder is, what his purpose is, or what he thinks about the future of rice.

But one thing he was certain of was that he had to communicate with this person in person.

Without waiting for anyone else to react, he stood up from his chair, walked over to Xiao Zhao, and took the note with the contact number from his hand.

All sound in the conference room fell silent. A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him. Some hesitated to speak, while others subconsciously leaned forward.

"Mr. Tian, ​​should we have our legal department investigate the other party's background first...?"

Before Old Zhou, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, could finish speaking, Tian Jun had already picked up his phone and dialed the number on the note.

He stood below the projector screen, which still displayed the appalling financial report, with red arrows resembling bleeding wounds.

He stood right in the middle of those red arrows, his phone pressed to his ear, listening to the dial tone coming from the receiver.

beep - beep - beep -

Each sound felt like a small hammer striking his temple.

The conference room was extremely quiet; even the hum of the projector fan was tacitly ignored by everyone.

The phone rang for a long time before automatically hanging up.

No one picked up.

Tian Jun remained expressionless, tapped the redial button on the screen, and then put the phone back to his ear.

The air in the conference room shifted subtly. Someone instinctively reached for a water glass to ease their tension, then awkwardly withdrew their hand and continued staring at Tian Jun.

Another long wait, beep—beep—beep—

Every sound was amplified countless times in the empty conference room.

Then, just when everyone thought the call would automatically disconnect this time as well.

The beeping stopped, and the call was connected.

A young voice came from the other end, tinged with impatience at being interrupted: "Hello, who is this?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded incredibly young.

The boy's clear, crisp voice carried a hint of annoyance at being disturbed, as if he had just been dragged out of something important.

Everyone in the conference room was stunned.

The shareholders looked at each other, wondering if they had misheard.

Tian Jun took the phone away from his ear, glanced down at the number displayed on the screen, and then looked at the document that Xiao Zhao had handed him.

The documents clearly state in black and white: Zhang Yifan, 18 years old, holds 10% of the shares, the third largest shareholder.

He took a deep breath, put the phone back to his ear, and was about to speak when the person on the other end of the line became impatient.

"You called but didn't say anything? I hung up."

"etc!"

Tian Jun quickly spoke up.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Zhang Yifan? I am Tian Jun, the founder and CEO of Dami Technology. Congratulations on becoming our company's third largest shareholder..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a sneer filled with obvious disbelief, the tone full of perfunctoriness and impatience:

"You're Tian Jun? Then I'm Steve Jobs."

I'm doing practice problems right now, I don't have time to listen to your investment product sales pitch, bye.

beep - beep - beep -

The phone hangs up.

A dozen or so people sat there blankly, staring at the phone in Tian Jun's hand that had already lost its connection.

Vice President Zhou was the first to come to his senses, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses with his fingers, his voice low and tense:

"Mr. Tian, ​​are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

That voice sounds about the same age as my son, who's just started high school. Our third-largest shareholder is a kid?

Tian Jun didn't say anything, but simply pushed the document across the table.

Vice President Zhou took it, and several other senior executives also came over to look. The document was passed around among several hands, and with each person it reached, another person gasped in shock.

"Eighteen years old?!"

Vice President Zhou's gold-rimmed glasses almost slipped off his nose; he quickly steadied the frame.

"He just turned 18 and already swept 10%? Who is this kid? Is he the son of some bigwig?"

No, even if he were the son of a financial tycoon, could an eighteen-year-old really approve such a large investment? What were his parents thinking?!

"Isn't this fucking ridiculous?!"

The CTO slammed the documents on the table, his voice so loud it could be heard outside the conference room.

"A high school student who's still doing practice problems is our third-largest shareholder? Where would Da Mi put his face if word got out!"

People outside already said we were just an OEM manufacturer, and now, to make matters worse, one of our shareholders is a minor...

"You just turned eighteen, so you're legally an adult."

Vice President Li, who had been silent until now, quietly added a comment.

"I don't care if he's an adult or not!"

The CTO grabbed his thermos, took a swig, and slammed it back on the table, spilling tea all over it. He didn't bother to wipe it up.

"Old Tian, ​​you need to be careful about this."

Our company is at a critical juncture right now. We're stuck with chips, half of our supply chain is broken, and our stock price is almost back to the offering price. Then an 18-year-old shareholder comes along. What will people think if word gets out?

I thought it was a competitor sending someone to cause trouble, or some investor manipulating a child to disrupt things!

"Stirring things up?"

A shareholder with graying hair slowly spoke.

I don't think so.

Someone who can come up with so much money at eighteen years old either has real talent or has someone guiding them.

Regardless of the reason, it shows that people have high hopes for our rice.

Think about it, in today's market environment, who would still be willing to invest money in manufacturing?

Everyone's speculating on real estate, cryptocurrencies, and the internet; there aren't many people willing to invest real money in real businesses anymore.

The fact that this young man dared to invest shows he has good judgment.

"Good eye? Old Li, are you getting senile? A high school student has no good eye whatsoever!"

Maybe his family just gives him money to play around, and if he messes up, it's just tuition.

But he's manipulating our rice stock! Our shareholding structure! Our voting rights!

"alright."

Tian Jun finally spoke.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression the calmest of all.

It wasn't that he wasn't shocked; on the contrary, he was the first person to discover Zhang Yifan's age and the first to fully process this information.

His first reaction was the same as everyone else's: eighteen years old, too young.

But the second thought that followed immediately suppressed the first one.

At eighteen, he went against the trend during a bear market and bought shares in a company whose chip supply was stuck, whose stock price was depressed, and which everyone thought was about to go bankrupt.

This is not an impulse.

Impulsive people won't rush in when everyone else is running out.

It's not a coincidence. A random buyer wouldn't just happen to pick rice from this OEM factory that has been disliked by the market for many years.

What did this boy named Zhang Yifan see? What did he believe in?

Why did he dare to invest money when the whole world was pessimistic about it?