My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

Chapter 90 Shangguan Jin Hong's Lifelong Enemy

Tanaka Nigi's studio is actually only half a block away from Snail Investment.

As Sun Zhengyi left the studio, he looked up and saw the building that Mr. Snail had described to him the night before—an old "Western-style mansion" from the early Showa era.

This kind of mixed architecture with a Tudor feel is very common in Akasaka, with red brick exteriors, rough cement walls, Japanese-style tile roofs, dormer windows, and pointed gables, giving the feeling of a British country villa moved to Tokyo.

What is Mr. Snail doing now? He's probably still sleeping, haha, what an enviable person!

The appointment was for 8:30 a.m., but Sun Zhengyi walked toward Snail Investment at 8:10 a.m., followed by Tanaka Nigi.

It's only half a block, a five-minute walk, but the SoftBank boss walks very slowly.

He adjusted his state step by step.

Although Mr. Snail knows nothing, he still uses all his strength when hunting a rabbit, which is his work principle.

"Little Li Flying Dagger" is the only Chinese novel he likes. Sun Zhengyi has always believed that he is the only incarnation of Shangguan Jin Hong in this world.

Shangguan Jin Hong wanted to unify the martial arts world, while his grandson Zheng Yi wanted to unify the information age.

Shangguan Jin Hong has the Money Gang, and his grandson Zheng Yi has SoftBank.

And Mr. Snail on the other side, you can't possibly be Li Xunhuan, can you?

Even though you seem like someone who's detached from worldly affairs and has little interest in power or money.

How to negotiate the valuation, how to secure board seats, how to maintain control, and how to arrange subsequent financing...

Sun Zhengyi, a young man with a serious expression, slowly walked into the door of Snail Investment, his mind churning with more than a dozen ulterior motives.

Ye Meili wore a white suit, had medium-length hair, and wore no makeup, yet her skin was so delicate that it could be compared to that of a junior high school student.

Her eyes were bright, but Sun Zhengyi seemed to see a glint of a knife.

"President Sun, I've heard so much about you!" Ye Meili smiled and extended her hand.

"Well..

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"I am Ye Meili, the president of Snail Investment."

"Ah, President Ye! Hello! May I ask..."

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"Mr. Wen had some business to attend to this morning and went to Tokuma Bookstore. But please rest assured, Mr. Wen has already put aside the matter of your company's financing."

Give me the power, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied.

"Ah, uh, this..."

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"President Sun, let's get straight to the point."

Suddenly, Ye Meili and the others became somewhat dazed. Sun Zhengyi sat down, took out a document from the folder, and pushed it in front of Sun Zhengyi.

"This is my assessment report on SoftBank. After analyzing it all night, all the data is here."

Sun Zhengyi paused for a moment, realizing something was amiss...

He picked up the document and flipped through it, becoming increasingly alarmed with each page.

The data inside is incredibly detailed.

From its inception to the present, SoftBank has kept a complete record of all its revenue, profits, losses, number of customers, business structure, cost composition, and even the salary level of each of its employees.

Damn it, woman, are you a spy?

Sun Zhengyi's smile faltered, because although the document was short, it was so detailed that it even recorded his embarrassing past of standing on an apple box and giving a speech to his only two employees!

The head of SoftBank, struggling to regain his composure, put down the documents and smiled, "President Ye, you've prepared exceptionally well. Now, may I ask, what is your valuation of SoftBank?"

"My overall assessment of your company is 18 billion."

Sun Zhengyi's expression changed. Sure enough, women are poisonous!

"However, Mr. Wen gave SoftBank a premium valuation of 30 billion yen, and we invested 9.6 million yen, taking a 32% stake."

Sun Zhengyi's data sheet does show 40 billion, but his actual estimated value is 20 billion. He's planning to wait patiently for Mr. Snail to cut the price, hoping that if he gets lucky, he'll stop at 25 billion...

The result—the other party immediately asked for 30 billion.

This makes me feel very unfulfilled! I didn't even say a word!

Sun Zhengyi opened his mouth, but all the words he had prepared, such as "the future development of SoftBank" and "our market share," were swallowed back.

Sun Zhengyi was stunned for only three seconds before he realized what was happening.

No, it's 32%!

This number exceeded his bottom line.

As everyone knows, the head of SoftBank will give up anything in his life except one thing—control of SoftBank.

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His bottom line is 25%; anything above that is out of the question.

Because holding more than 25% of the shares grants the right to veto major decisions. Although it doesn't reach the level of controlling stake, it's already disgusting enough!

His grandson, Zheng Yi, is the king of SoftBank!

How could anyone allow someone in their own kingdom to override their decisions?

impossible.

So no matter how high the valuation is, no matter how much money the other party offers—32%—it's absolutely unacceptable.

Sun Zhengyi's smile faded, he leaned forward slightly, and his tone became serious: "President Ye, the valuation is negotiable, but the share..."

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Ye Meili smiled: "President Sun, you've misunderstood."

"Since we entered the door, we've only exchanged three and a half sentences. What could possibly be misunderstood?" Sun Zhengyi was getting a little anxious.

Ye Meili put away her smile and said very solemnly, "President Sun, we don't want board seats or veto power, we just want the normal rights of shareholders."

Sun Zhengyi stared at Ye Meili, his eyes and mouth wide open.

You took 32% of the shares, but you don't want a board seat or veto power?

What the hell is this?

You invested nearly a billion yuan, and you don't even want a board seat?

Why are you investing so much money?

Looking for dividends? Wouldn't it be better to just deposit your billion in the bank and earn interest? Believe me or not, I'll make you lose it all!

Sun Zhengyi prepared eighteen plans and twenty-seven variations, all aimed at preserving control.

It turns out they didn't care about control at all; they were just there to give away money.

Sun Zhengyi looked at Ye Meili across from him.

Ye Meili remained calm, her fingers interlaced on the table, as if she had just said eight hundred yuan, not ten billion.

Damn it, how am I supposed to fight like this?

He wouldn't accept it—how could that be! A valuation of 30 billion was so much higher than he expected, and the other party didn't want anything; he still wanted control.

It's so frustrating.

He, the head of SoftBank and the future king of the internet, originally thought today would be a showdown of titans, but his opponent wasn't even interested in fighting him and just threw a wad of cash at him, take it or leave it.

Damn it. What reason does he have to refuse?

Finally, Sun Zhengyi smiled, stretched out his hand, looked at Yi Meili, and said, "President Ye, I agree."

Seeing that the matter was settled, Ye Meili smiled again: "It's a pleasure to cooperate, President Sun. Also, Mr. Wen asked me to pass on a message to you—he invested in SoftBank because he values ​​you as a person, and he believes you will succeed."

Sun Zhengyi nodded. He knew that from this day forward, SoftBank's fate was inextricably linked to that "Mr. Snail." And he didn't even have the right to refuse!

The "invisible man," Tanaka Futari, is completely dumbfounded.

9.6 million, 32%, valuation of 30 billion, then my 2%... isn't that 6000 million?

From 3000 million to 6000 million, that's more than doubled?

And... this is just the beginning! If SoftBank really does grow tenfold or a hundredfold as the conman claims, then my own shares...

Tanaka Futanigi hadn't yet realized that his 2% was no longer 2%...

Ye Meili did not lie to Sun Zhengyi. Zhao Wen did go to Tokuma Bookstore because when he was writing about Sun Zhengyi's dark history to Ye Meili, Nobuhiko Obayashi, the director of "Love Letter," called him in a hurry: the actor who played the young boy Fujii Itsuki had been in a car accident!

Tomorrow is the day the "Love Letter" crew will head to Tainan. Today, an important character was in a car accident, no wonder Director Da Lin was so worried.

"Sato... the kid who played young Fujii Itsuki, he was in a motorcycle accident last night and broke his leg. The doctor said he'll have to stay in bed for at least three months..."

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Nobuhiko Obayashi was really anxious. Although the young male character Fujii Itsuki didn't have many scenes, he was the soul of the flashback. Where could he find someone to fill the role at the last minute?

"Director Dalin, don't worry, we'll set off for Tainan as planned tomorrow. I have a choice for the young male Fujii Itsuki."

Nobuhiko Obayashi paused for a moment, then asked, "Who? Which institute?"

"A better one from our beautiful island."

"Mr. Snail, the person you're talking about... the character of young Fujii Itsuki, isn't just any good-looking boy you'd cast."

To be a good actor, he needs to possess a certain...

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Nobuhiko Obayashi was looking for a word.

"A sense of loneliness." Zhao Wen answered quickly, "It's like having an entire winter hidden in your heart, but not saying it out loud."

Nobuhiko Obayashi nodded vigorously: "Yes! That's the feeling! Sato has this scent, but now..."

Zhao Wen walked to his desk, picked up the phone receiver, and said, "The person I'm talking about is more suitable than Sato."

He dialed a number, an international call to Taipei.

"Brother Deng, it's me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the hoarse voice instantly brightened: "Awen! Oh, you don't know how much I've missed you... A day feels like three autumns, how many autumns have passed? Seeing things reminds me of you..."

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"Brother Deng, stop! Help me find someone." Zhao Wen quickly interrupted, "Brother Deng, you're even using the idea of ​​seeing something that reminds you of someone? Are you trying to send me away?"

"Who are you looking for? Did someone offend you?!"

"It's not that serious. My crew is short one person. Send someone to Chiayi to find a 15-year-old kid."

"Chiayi? How could you be...?"

"A book fan I met at the book signing event, a second-year student at Soochow University majoring in art and engineering, named Jiao Enjun."

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