Chapter 1766
Song Guanchao got straight to the point, making Chairman Fang uncomfortable.
He of course knew why Song Guanchao sought him out and understood that, with the current situation, the only option was cooperation.
No, others have no choice but to cooperate; I have options.
He had just struck a deal with Mr. Huang from the Judicial Bureau, just waiting for the accounts to be unfrozen so he could take the money and quickly escape.
But this requires time to process.
Before getting the money, he couldn’t afford to fall out with Song Guanchao and needed to go along with him.
"Director Song, rest assured, I will certainly cooperate." Chairman Fang said earnestly.
Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow; he thought Chairman Fang would continue to be contentious, but the negotiation went surprisingly smoothly.
This saved him a lot of effort.
"It’s good that Chairman Fang is willing to cooperate. Wait for my call. Once I confirm the time, come over for a meeting. We can all sit down and have a good discussion together."
"Alright, no problem."
Chairman Fang nodded repeatedly, his submissive demeanor was a stark contrast to the Chairman Fang Song Guanchao had previously dealt with.
Shortly after Chairman Fang left, Chairman Qian arrived.
His attitude was noticeably less cooperative than Chairman Fang’s.
Although he verbally agreed to cooperate, it was clear that he was very reluctant.
Song Guanchao was indifferent to whether he was willing or not and, after a brief conversation, dismissed him.
By the time the workday ended, Song Guanchao had met with five corporate leaders.
There were over ten left, with the goal of meeting them all tomorrow.
The next morning, Song Guanchao was meeting with another corporate leader in his office when the door suddenly knocked.
It was Lin He.
He held a file in his hand and, upon seeing the man sitting opposite Song Guanchao, smiled slightly: "Director Song, carry on."
After speaking, he closed the door.
A few minutes later, the corporate leader left, and Lin He naturally entered the office.
He set down the file and said: "Director Song, please take a look."
Song Guanchao was somewhat helpless; he thought Lin He would at least wait a few days, but unexpectedly, he had already come up with a new plan.
He opened Lin He’s proposal, while Lin He occasionally observed his expressions, trying to gauge his satisfaction with the proposal from his facial expressions.
Song Guanchao was very dissatisfied.
He had laid out the terms clearly yesterday, wanting to acquire those quality assets, and the loss-making departments must be included in the package.
But this proposal still did not mention this point.
Song Guanchao couldn’t help but suspect Lin He of being deliberate.
With someone else, he would have directly dismissed them, but due to the Lin Family behind Lin He, Song Guanchao subdued his dissatisfaction and planned to concede a little: "Yanghe Petrochemical, Mr. Lin can take over."
He intended to offer one company to Lin He, which was his maximum concession.
Yet Lin He was clearly not satisfied: "Director Song needn’t worry about the Lin Family’s financial capabilities; we can handle all 22 companies."
Song Guanchao’s smile faded; this audacious individual, doesn’t know what’s good for him.
Giving you one company, and you still think it’s not enough?
"According to Mr. Lin’s plan, if you take over all these companies, who will be responsible for the loss-making departments? Who will compensate the laid-off workers? Who will bear the losses for citizens who got sick due to pollution?"
"Yanghe Petrochemical isn’t small."
Song Guanchao restrained his displeasure, insinuating that this one company was his gift to Lin He, asking him not to push too far!
Lin He caught the hint but still cheerfully said: "Everything can be discussed. Director Song, are you free tonight? Let’s sit down, have a drink, and talk things over."
Song Guanchao closed the file and set it aside: "I have many things to handle lately."
During conversation, his tone had already become much colder.
Lin He was unaffected by this, stood up, and said: "Okay then, Director Song, carry on."
He was still quite satisfied with today’s talk.
Because Song Guanchao had made concessions.
As long as he made concessions, it indicated room for negotiation.
But Song Guanchao was very dissatisfied.
Lin He’s appetite was bigger than he had imagined.
He planned to cool Lin He off; at their next meeting, if his greed remained unchecked, Lin He wouldn’t get anything.
No need to indulge someone who doesn’t know when to stop.
As evening arrived, Song Guanchao had already met with representatives from 18 out of 22 companies.
The next day, he also met one by one with the remaining four companies.
The process went smoothly, and the talks were successful.
Song Guanchao then called Zhou Xingjian to notify these companies to attend a meeting at the City Government the following Monday.
Zhou Xingjian was already somewhat in awe of Song Guanchao.
When he made calls, these companies paid no attention at all, but when Song Guanchao called, they eagerly responded.
The gap was so wide, it made Zhou Xingjian a little depressed.
As work ended, Song Guanchao stepped out of the City Government Building, heading to his car, just about to grab the door handle, when a "beep beep" sound drew his attention.
Turning his head, he saw a black Maybach; the window rolled down revealing Lin He’s face.
"Director Song, care to join me for dinner tonight?" Lin He extended the invitation.
Song Guanchao thought for a moment, then said: "Alright."
Within fifteen minutes, Song Guanchao followed his car to a restaurant.
The private room had only the two of them, Lin He ordered, and without asking if Song Guanchao drank, he took the liberty of ordering a bottle of red wine.
Once the food and wine were served, Lin He personally filled Song Guanchao’s glass, showing utmost hospitality.
"Director Song, has it been a year since you came to Jiangzhou?" Lin He casually chatted.
Song Guanchao didn’t answer: "Mr. Lin, don’t make it difficult for me. Your proposal certainly won’t pass in the City Government; a single company is my limit."
He knew what Lin He wanted, and he didn’t bother with pleasantries, choosing instead to make things clear.
His bottom line was one company, there was no possibility of more.
If Lin He thinks a small piece isn’t worth it, then don’t take any.
Lin He replied: "I wouldn’t want to make Director Song uncomfortable; Director Song misunderstood me."
"I just feel sometimes Director Song acts too seriously."
"I’m not saying seriousness is bad, but for some things, being a little lenient is better than seriousness."
"Director Song is under thirty this year, I believe? A deputy director at such a young age, your future is limitless!"
"However, advancing beyond deputy director is difficult. Our family has connections with many provincial leaders; perhaps I could introduce you someday."
Song Guanchao remained unmoved: "I appreciate Mr. Lin’s kindness, we’ll talk about that another time."
Lin He gave a wry smile: "Director Song truly has a stubborn nature."
He picked up the red wine, drank it in one gulp, and said: "Let me speak more plainly."
Looking intently at Song Guanchao, with a solemn expression, he said: "These 22 companies, the Lin Family must acquire them! I hope Director Song can facilitate this."
"If there are difficulties or obstacles, let me know. If you can’t resolve them, I will."
"In Jiangzhou, the Lin Family still holds some sway. Officials, too, are willing to show the Lin Family some courtesy."
His words seemed to be a plea for help from Song Guanchao, but in reality, it was a veiled warning, suggesting it would be wise to understand their position; otherwise, the Lin Family wouldn’t spare him.