After Becoming a Little |

"7 minutes! It took only 7 minutes to sweep the entire secondary market!"

The executive president of Sumitomo Bank sitting on the top threw a freshly printed document that was still warm on the table. The stack of documents was spread along the smooth mirror-like conference table. Looking down, it looked like a gambling table A stack of scattered playing cards.

"What does the Leah Foundation want to do? Ah - he is provocative!"

President Sumitomo roared at the top of his lungs, his face flushed, and his spit flew all over the place. His exquisite suit was pulled into wrinkles, and his gold-rimmed glasses danced on the bridge of his nose, showing his anger at the moment.

A director took out two pieces of paper from the stack of documents in front of him, and calmed down a bit: "Although the momentum is huge, based on the total amount, they have only purchased less than 8% of the shares. Even if the board of directors is held , can't do anything."

"What can't be done?! They have called an emergency shareholders meeting as shareholders! You told me what they can't do?"

The president of Sumitomo was so angry that he didn't hit the other side. He looked like he saw his teammates as inferior to pigs: "What else do you want? Ah? Do you still want him to directly launch a shareholder vote and kick us out of the management team?" Only then?!"

He figured it out, there were only a few of these people who had the same heart with him, and the rest were just teens.

Anyway, no matter who comes in, their status as shareholders will not change, and their status as directors will basically not change.

Now the Lia Fund is frantically buying their shares in the secondary market, which has caused the entire stock price to soar, to the point where there is no market for the price.

Who benefits the most?Is it the Leah Fund?

fart!The biggest profits are the so-called shareholders in front of him who hold stocks and sit on the mountain to watch the tigers fight!

The stocks in your hand are not tickets, the numbers in the market are money!

The statement that one emperor and one courtier is only an administrative management level for the commercial field.

The investor is the father, and they cannot be kicked out. The stocks in the hands of these fathers are all real. Whoever can make the stock price rise is the lord in their hearts.

As for whether this Holy Master Mingjun is a rice animal from the west or a republican from the east, what does it matter?

And now that the commercial exchanges and cooperation between the Republic and Benzi are in full swing, it is already a very uncomfortable thing for them to be unable to flirt with each other due to the staunch status of the Mitsui Zaibatsu.

It's like a long-awaited resentful woman, watching a strong and strong man posing various bodybuilding poses in front of her, but she can't open her mouth to say, "Mr., come and play".

If the Leah Fund came up, they would probably want to refuse and welcome. It's not that the slave is not loyal, but that the other party is too strong. We really can't stop it, so we have to pretend.

Chang Wei!You also said you don't know martial arts!

However, Sumitomo Bank is also a financial company under the command of the chaebol. Apart from these second- and fifth-year-old shareholders, there are still a group of loyal descendants, and it is these descendants who are supporting the scene now.

Someone exchanged glances, and gestured to the CEO.

The latter crossed his hips angrily: "Satou, you said—"

"President, please call me William."

"Okay, William, tell me."

"We are holding a board meeting passively now, purely because the Leah Fund is aggressive, but we must understand that in the entire equity structure, the secondary market stocks acquired by the Leah Fund only have the right to operate dividends, and have no voting power. ——Even if they ask for a general meeting of shareholders, it will not affect anything."

William turned his head to look at everyone as he spoke, with profound wisdom in his tone: "Let's not be intimidated by Leah Fund's offensive, they just look very powerful."

Everyone looked at him calmly with wise eyes, without speaking.

"...Well, although they are actually very good, but our game rules limit their performance." William Sato shrugged and argued in a very humorous style: "This is like a It's a poker game we can't lose, isn't it?"

President Sumitomo heaved a sigh of relief. Obviously, he knew about this a long time ago, but people are such things that you need someone else to repeat the reading to increase your confidence.

This is called a sense of identity, and seeking identity is the purpose of every repeater.

So he read it back too: "Yeah, it's like a poker game we can't lose, isn't it?"

In this way, self-confidence surged again!

It is indeed impossible for the Lia Fund to be unscrupulous in this environment, unless they can get a majority of votes on the board of directors.

However, if these two or five youngsters want to save face, even if they are a bit rational, they will not fully trust each other, the new king of the Republic.

After all, the other party is an outsider, no matter how strong the dragon is, it is just a dragon.

Sooner or later we have to cross the river...

This wave looked like he was in a panic, but in fact he was as stable as an old dog.

But someone knocked on the door of the conference room, which interrupted his stability and failed to make him show his ruthlessness again.

President Sumitomo frowned in displeasure: "Who is so ignorant of the rules? Don't you know that there is a decision-making meeting here?"

The door of the meeting room was opened, and a voice came over: "I'm sorry, I think your decision-making meeting should not be held now, because I haven't sat at the meeting table yet... You don't think the decision-making is missing a person?"

President Sumitomo looked up, his eyes widened and his pupils shrank——

A woman came in, wearing a professional OL outfit, holding documents, at first glance she looked like an ordinary assistant to the chairman with a good figure and capable movements.

Most of the mature and independent women in this new era belong to the protagonists of the story of the kind of secretaries who work as secretaries and do not work as secretaries. Most of them have such existences around them, and they still work in rotation.

But this oriental beauty in front of them, this young professional woman, suddenly sent a chill down their backs...

Leah Fund · Zhanlan!

"It seems that everyone doesn't welcome me very much." Zhan Lan smiled and looked at everyone present.

Behind her was a group of macho men in black suits with bulging bodies like armor hidden inside. They parted the way expressionlessly and pushed the original security personnel directly against the wall, looking at everyone coldly.

A woman in a long red dress followed behind her, carrying a long black box. The appearance of the other party was ordinary, but her figure was extremely attractive—the front was not good, but the back was very attractive.

President Sumitomo frowned: "As far as my personal feelings are concerned, I am very happy to meet Ms. Zhanlan from Leah Fund. You have made several beautiful operations in acquisitions, and I am very impressed. I am very willing to sit with you." Come down for a drink and talk."

Zhanlan looked at him without saying a word, her eyes were indifferent.

President Sumitomo put away the incompetent rage in front of his own people, and sat down in a very stylish manner: "But now, I don't think everyone welcomes you very much."

"Even if I'm a major shareholder?" Zhan Lan smiled,

"Yes, even if you are a major shareholder." President Sumitomo emphasized.

"Really?" Zhan Lan started to walk forward, picking and choosing among the documents she carried with her.

The conference table is a strip-shaped structure. The CEO of Sumitomo sits at one end, and the chief executive here is a small shareholder. The chairs are all facing that side.

But Zhan Lan started from this position and handed over a document: "Even if I am your major shareholder?"

The shareholder's pupils constricted suddenly and his hands were shaking when he finished the document for no apparent reason.

Trembling, he opened the file, took a few glances and stood up quickly——

"Whoa-"

The sound of the rolling wheels of the boss's chair was so harsh in the conference room in front of him where the sound of needles could be heard.

He suddenly bowed to Zhanlan: "Nice to meet you! Miss Zhanlan! Thank you for your support to our company!"

"You're welcome...can you give me your seat? I think the lighting here is good."

"Yes, yes! This is my honor!" The shareholder stepped back quickly and pulled out the seat: "Please sit down!"

"Emmm, wait a minute, I still need to have a good exchange of feelings with all the shareholders."

Saying so, Zhanlan began to walk along the conference table.

"Even if I am your major shareholder?" She said so, and handed a document to the second shareholder who watched the excitement.

Almost the same scene was played out again, that stupid shareholder hurriedly stood up and bowed, paying his respects to the big benefactor in front of him: "I'm sorry!"

"Good to say, good to say..."

Zhanlan waved her hands with a smile, and continued her path of erosion.

A document, a shareholder, a panic from the other party.

Standing up once, the two camps, the expressions of the three people are different.

Zhanlan, the shareholder, and the president of Sumitomo, among these three roles, only the middle one is changing. Zhanlan does not have a domineering appearance, but is very gentle. Either explicit or implicit allegiance is embraced.

President Sumitomo turned completely pale.

7 minutes... 7 minutes of fate...

It wasn't just his Sumitomo Bank that was swept away—if he had time to carefully analyze the fake trading seats and business brokers from different places, he would find some hidden commonality among them.

They are all moderates working with the Republic!

Zhan Lan walked around the entire conference table, and sent out the documents.

When she bypassed President Sumitomo and turned back again, except for some of the Mitsui chaebol who had not received the documents, all the other people who received the documents exchanged glances unconsciously and began to form a new camp.

In ancient times, two peaches killed three warriors.

Today there is a blue file to destroy Sumitomo - she just made a normal investment.

Then put this kind of investment together... Money is not omnipotent, but if there is a certain amount of money, then it is absolutely impossible to resist the power of this money.

This time she finally sat down at the other end of the conference table, with a gentle smile on her face: "Nice to meet you, Mr. President, let me introduce myself first, my name is Zhan Lan - Director of the Republic of Leah Fund Chang Ai Rulong's assistant."

President Sumitomo took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat, only to feel dryness in his throat.

Now on the entire conference table, two-thirds of the people turned around, facing the blue side, silently expressing their position.

His throat rolled: "I... On behalf of Sumitomo Bank, I would like to welcome Director Zhanlan."

"Thank you very much. Now, as a director, I suggest—please note, I just suggest that shareholders hold a board meeting. What do you think?"

Everyone didn't speak, they were still immersed in the documents in their hands, unable to extricate themselves.

But their silence means that there is no voice to refute—silence, silence, don't perish in silence, just explode in silence!

"As for the issue...my suggestion is very simple. As a minority shareholder without a seat on the board of directors, I think maybe I can buy some shares with voting rights. What do you think?"

As she spoke, she took out a check book from her arms, and showed everyone the names that had already been signed on it.

"Blank check, I personally think that the premium amount is 5% which should be very reasonable—I mean, the current stock market price, plus five points." She tore off a check and handed it to the shareholder who vacated her seat: " what do you think?"

How can he feel?

He has seen rich people in his life, but he has never seen rich people who can be so domineering...

Looking at Ai Rulong's signature on the check, he opened his mouth, and finally made a dreamy voice: "I... I very much support any decision of Ms. Zhanlan..."

President Sumitomo saw that the shareholders in front of him began to receive blank checks, and his face turned from red to livid.

He almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sneer: "Director Zhanlan, it seems that you forgot one thing, even if you buy up scattered shares of the shareholders of the board of directors here in front of me, plus your Leah Fund's I am afraid that those who hold it will not be able to gain decision-making power!"

In a company like a bank, there are still a small number of retail shareholders after all, and more major shareholders are actually large investors of the size of the Leah Fund—and Blue Star’s Sumitomo Bank, apart from the current largest shareholder, the Leah Fund , as well as the Mitsubishi chaebol, which accounts for 6.6% of the shares, and JPMorgan Chase, which accounts for 4.2% of the shares, and many other investment companies.

If they can be dealt with, the Leah Fund can say that it can cover the sky with one hand.

But Zhan Lan didn't panic at all, and even wanted to laugh a little.