Spend Money on Goddess, Use more! Gain more!-Chapter 399 - 229: Savoring Beauty, Yushi, Are You Going to Touch Me?_3
"Third, and most importantly."
Wu Wei leaned forward slightly, speaking sincerely, "I believe that at this point in time, a reasonable and humane price, rather than an opportunistically low one, can better establish long-term trust and cooperation. What I'm focused on is not just this debt acquisition, but the potential to collaborate on other matters in the future."
This statement not only elevated the perspective but also laid the groundwork for future engagements.
More importantly, it seemed reasonable and dispelled most of Mr. Qian's doubts.
An image of a young investor who possesses both strength and sensibility, and a keen eye for prospects, was instantly established.
What Wu Wei said was genuinely heartfelt.
With his system to earn money, he didn't need nor did he want to use such means to squeeze money from other companies.
Because with his presence, Mingchuang Precision won't collapse, and these debts can be one hundred percent recovered.
Of course, if he didn't act, Hengxian Photoelectric might get nothing and end up bankrupt.
So, he chose this 50% ratio.
The vigilance on Mr. Qian's face was gradually replaced by excitement and gratitude: "President Wu... your words truly touch my heart! To be honest, during this period, I've really witnessed the warmth and coldness of human relationships... 50%! At 50%! If we can indeed close at this price, our factory will be saved!"
Next, the two parties discussed in detail the specifics of the debt transfer, payment methods, and other issues.
Mr. Qian was almost eager to conclude the deal.
However, such a large debt transfer requires a meeting within Hengxian Photoelectric for approval, and both parties need to hire third parties for due diligence to verify original contracts, delivery notes, account statements, and other documents to ensure clarity of the debts.
This process will take a few days.
"President Wu, rest assured! I'll convene a shareholders' meeting as soon as I return, and you will get an initial response as early as this afternoon! Our accounts are at your disposal for verification at any time!"
Mr. Qian shook Wu Wei's hand vigorously, the gloom on his face completely dispelled, replaced with a full smile.
Leaving Hengxian Photoelectric, Wu Wei and Huang Xin quickly headed to the next stop—a factory processing touch panels for Mingchuang.
…
That day, the two followed the plan and visited multiple secondary suppliers of Mingchuang Precision.
Not until seven in the evening did they leave the office of the last company's boss.
The cold wind of a Nanjin winter night was biting, but his heart was warm.
The day's results were remarkable.
Among Mingchuang Precision's 12 secondary suppliers, he directly signed "Debt Transfer Agreements" with 5 companies today.
Three of them were craft supporting factories, all small businesses or workshops with small debts and simple structures, where the boss alone could make decisions.
Upon seeing Wu Wei's offer of a 50% acquisition price, they almost signed immediately with joy, fearing he might change his mind if they delayed.
The other two were structural and auxiliary materials factories with medium scale, who couldn't resist the temptation of 50% cash recovery after urgent meetings and signed the agreements with Wu Wei.
The remaining 7, although not able to sign on the spot, showed very positive attitudes.
And they all signed "Confidentiality Agreements" with Wu Wei to prevent the news from leaking and causing a price hike, and also to prevent the Feng Family from finding out in advance.
Sitting in the car, Wu Wei let out a long breath.
The debt acquisition plan was progressing at a pace beyond expectations.
Although the next few days might be extremely hectic…
Yet, as soon as he thought about transforming himself into the biggest "creditor" of Mingchuang Precision and the Feng Family, and imagining the shock or even panic on Feng Yunuo's mature and beautiful face…
Wu Wei felt invigorated, a smile of anticipation involuntarily curling up at the corner of his mouth.
That scene must be quite interesting.
…
After a busy day, Wu Wei felt a hunger pang and said to Huang Xin in the passenger seat, "Let's find a place to eat. We'll have a meal while summarizing today's situation and planning for tomorrow."
But Huang Xin looked a little hesitant, shaking his phone: "My girlfriend wants to have dinner together... How about we chat in detail later tonight on WeChat?"
Wu Wei replied directly, "Then let's eat together. My treat."
He had met Huang Xin's girlfriend, Wang Xiaohui, a few times before—she seemed pretty and quiet, quite honest-looking.
She was Huang Xin's junior in college, and they had been dating from college to work, for three to four years without any problems. Huang Xin often showcased their affectionate relationship on social media.
Hearing Wu Wei's offer, Huang Xin couldn't refuse, nodding: "Alright, I'll ask her to take a taxi to the restaurant and meet us."
They went to a high-end Huaiyang cuisine restaurant, and soon enough, Wang Xiaohui arrived.
Upon seeing Wu Wei, she paused briefly, eyes widening in surprise.
"Hi! Long time no see!"
Wang Xiaohui greeted and sized Wu Wei up, her tone carrying amazement: "Huang Xin told me you've changed a lot recently, taller and more handsome. I didn't quite believe it, but seeing you today, my gosh, you're like a different person, so handsome!"
As she spoke, her cheeks seemed to blush a little.
Wu Wei smiled, politely saying, "It's not that exaggerated. Please sit, order whatever you like, today's my treat."
After taking a seat, Wang Xiaohui appeared slightly uneasy.
She subconsciously tidied the hem of her sweater and then raised her hand to tuck her not actually messy hair behind her ear, as if she was particularly concerned about her appearance.
Receiving the menu, she huddled with Huang Xin, discussing what dishes to order, looking intimate.
Watching them, Wu Wei suddenly felt a tinge of curiosity.
He immediately activated a scan on Wang Xiaohui.
[Name: Wang Xiaohui]
[Age: 24]
[Appearance: 59]
[Figure: 65]
[Number of Romantic Partners: 8]
Seeing that precise number "8" on the system panel, Wu Wei furrowed his brow slightly.
This...
Wu Wei distinctly remembered talking to Huang Xin about relationships, during which he somewhat proudly mentioned that he was Wang Xiaohui's first love.
The first time they were together, there was even a "red mark" involved.
At that time, Huang Xin had that cherished and blissful demeanor, which Wu Wei still remembered vividly.
If the other seven were before Huang Xin happened...
Then Wang Xiaohui deceived Huang Xin from the very start; the so-called "first love" and "red mark" were probably all fake.
If they occurred after Huang Xin, then his forehead would presumably be lush with greenery.
Either way, it's a harsh truth for Huang Xin.
Especially since she's only 24, with such a rich romantic history.
Even after acquiring the system, Wu Wei had only had close relationships with Sun Yi, Zhou Yujie, and Han Kexin—only three people.
Wu Wei's gaze fell on the couple opposite him.
Huang Xin was leaning into Wang Xiaohui's ear, smiling and pointing at a dish on the menu, and Wang Xiaohui had a slight smirk, nodding gently, appearing docile and reliant.
They still looked like a deeply affectionate pair who had walked out from the campus.
Wu Wei suddenly felt complex emotions.
Staring at his best friend, unaware and still lost in their "sweet love", he suddenly felt that the name "Huang Xin" perhaps should be more aptly named "Lu Xin" (meaning "Green Heart" in Chinese, implying being cuckolded).
And that number "8" suddenly seemed to morph into a big turtle resting on Huang Xin's head.
Wu Wei thought to himself: No wonder Wang Xiaohui had that unusually bashful reaction upon seeing him earlier, even fixing her appearance...
He picked up the tea cup, discreetly took a sip, calming his inner turmoil.
This concerns a brother's happiness and dignity.
Better… find a suitable chance, to subtly probe and hint him first.
Wu Wei silently made a decision in his heart.
