The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife-Chapter 523 - 526. Share Transfer

Because he had just taken over the company, Shen Junze had been working overtime these days. He needed to familiarize himself quickly with the company’s affairs. When he looked up from his documents, it was already 8:30 PM. He stretched lazily, glanced at the high pile of folders on his desk, and sighed, knowing it would take a few more days to get through all the documents.

He tidied up, shut down the computer, and left the office. The company was empty and pitch-black, except for the light still on in his office.

Shen Junze rubbed his forehead, locked the office door, and drove home. As he turned a corner, he suddenly felt hungry and remembered that he hadn’t even eaten lunch. He glanced at the street—there was only one noodle shop and a dumpling store nearby. He parked his car and walked toward the noodle shop, catching a glimpse of a figure following him from the corner of his eye. He stopped, turned around, and saw that there indeed was someone, but the person walked past him.

Shen Junze couldn’t help but chuckle. He had become overly sensitive lately. Entering the noodle shop, he ordered a bowl of noodles, simple spinach and pork noodles—something his past self would never have eaten.

From a young age, he had been accustomed to luxury; simple food was never an option. However, his experiences over the years taught him what an ordinary life was like. In his most dire times, he had spent a week eating only the cheapest instant noodles. Although he had regained a prosperous life through his abilities, some habits had changed.

After finishing the noodles, Shen Junze contentedly patted his stomach. Having a bowl of hot noodles after work was indeed a blissful event.

He walked out of the noodle shop and headed for his car.

"Sister, why are you calling me so late?" Shen Junze answered the phone midway; it was Shen Qinglan calling.

"Come home tomorrow; I have something for you," Shen Qinglan said.

"Okay, I’ll come over at nine in the morning," Shen Junze replied without hesitation, not even asking what Shen Qinglan had for him or if it was important.

"Are you still outside?" Shen Qinglan asked, hearing faint car horns through the phone.

"Yes, I just left my office and had a late-night snack. I’m about to head home."

"Drive carefully on your way back," Shen Qinglan advised.

Shen Junze acknowledged with an okay. He glanced around casually and suddenly, a truck approached from the left. Startled, he instinctively hit the brakes, but to his horror, they didn’t work. His face went pale, and a cold sweat formed on his forehead. As the two vehicles were about to collide, he forcefully turned the steering wheel, narrowly passing the truck.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw his car heading for a large tree on the side of the road. Before he could react, his car had already made intimate contact with the tree with a loud ’bang’. The airbag deployed instantly, and Shen Junze was thrown hard forward.

Had it not been for the airbag, he might have been severely injured.

Shen Qinglan, still on the phone, naturally heard the commotion, "Junze, what’s happened?"

Shen Junze shook his head, his vision going dark, "Sister, it’s nothing major. I just hit the curb. Someone tampered with my car; the brakes failed."

"Where are you right now?" Shen Qinglan sat up in bed.

"I’m on the West Ring Overpass. I’m fine, don’t worry."

"Are you sure you’re okay?"

"I’m fine." Despite his assurances, his leg was trapped under the dashboard.

"Don’t move; I’ll call 120 right away and come to the hospital."

"Sister, no need. Just call 120 for me. I’ll head to the hospital myself."

"Stop being stubborn," Shen Qinglan said sharply, then picked up the landline to dial 120.

When Shen Qinglan arrived at the hospital, Shen Junze had already been bandaged. Aside from some redness and swelling on his forehead, he had various abrasions on his arms and legs, none of which were serious. He was sitting in the hospital corridor waiting for Shen Qinglan and quickly stood up when he saw her approaching.

"Are you okay?" Shen Junze shook his head, "I’m fine, just some minor scrapes. They’ll heal in a few days."

Shen Qinglan examined him, relieved to see that he was mostly unharmed, "Have the police been here?"

"The police have just left. They took my statement and departed," Shen Junze said, "Sister, this was no accident."

His car had just gone for maintenance a few days ago; the brakes were certainly fine then. Plus, the brakes were working when he left the office. Thinking back, he remembered the shadow he had seen before entering the noodle shop, guessing there might be a connection.

"If you’re okay, that’s good. The police will sort this out," Shen Qinglan comforted him.

"Sister, I suspect Lu Jincai did this."

Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow, "Do you have proof?"

Shen Junze shook his head, "No. But the brakes were fine when I left my office, and only after I had that bowl of noodles and came out, they failed. I did notice someone following me before I entered the noodle shop, although at the time I thought I might be imagining it." Now, though, he was sure his instincts were right.

Hearing this, Shen Qinglan’s expression grew serious, "I understand. I’ll help you investigate this. Can you walk?"

Shen Junze nodded.

"Then let me take you home."

"Sister, I’m sorry for making you come out so late."

"It’s a minor issue. As long as you’re unharmed, that’s what matters. But if Lu Jincai really did this, it may not necessarily be a bad thing," Shen Qinglan remarked.

Shen Junze immediately grasped her implication, "Sister, are you saying—?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, and a thoughtful expression crossed Shen Junze’s face. If it really was Lu Jincai, this might be a rare opportunity—a felicitous coincidence. This was akin to someone bringing a pillow just as he was about to fall asleep.

After Shen Qinglan returned Shen Junze home, she went back to her own place.

Early the next morning, Shen Qinglan and Shen Junze appeared in front of the police station. The police had already inspected Shen Junze’s car, which indeed had its brakes tampered with, rendering them inoperative. With the clues provided by Shen Junze, they quickly focused their investigation on Lu Jincai.

Considering the motive, Lu Jincai indeed was highly suspicious.

When the police came knocking, Lu Jincai was still hungover from last night, having only arrived home in the early hours. Rubbing his forehead as if it were tearing apart, he irritably told Zhang Wenli, "Go see who it is this early in the morning."

Zhang Wenli nodded, "Alright, you rest. I’ll check it out."

She opened the door and, seeing the police officers outside, expressed her surprise, "Officers, who are you looking for?"

"Is Lu Jincai living here?" a policeman asked.

Zhang Wenli nodded, "Yes." A bad feeling began to rise in her heart.

"We suspect Lu Jincai is involved in a murder-for-hire case and need him to come to the station to assist with the investigation. Where is he?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenli’s face changed, "Officers, you must be mistaken. My husband would never do such a thing. Plus, he was at home all night last night and didn’t go out."

"We will naturally clarify whether there has been a mistake or not. Last night, an incident occurred at the West Ring Overpass. We suspect Lu Jincai was the instigator, so we hope he can come with us to assist with the investigation."

"No, officer, you must consider the evidence. My husband is a well-known figure, you can’t just take him away just like that. Isn’t there any law?"

Zhang Wenli blocked the door, preventing the police from entering, while they didn’t force their way in, preferring instead to reason with her, "We are simply asking Mr. Lu Jincai to come to the station to assist with the investigation. We’re not saying he’s definitely a suspect. If it turns out he really isn’t involved, we will of course release him. You are too nervous, madam." This nervousness only made her seem more suspicious.

How could Zhang Wenli not be anxious? Although she didn’t know why Lu Jincai had come home so late last night, his mood was very good when he arrived, even humming a tune. Just yesterday, he had just been stripped of power and was brooding over it a second ago, only to return home singing—this was highly unusual, and something abnormal was definitely afoot.

"Could it be that Lu Jincai did do it, and you’re now covering for him?" the officer coldly asked.

Zhang Wenli forced a smile, "Officer, how could that be possible? My husband has always been law-abiding. He definitely wouldn’t commit such an offense. You must be mistaken."

"Therefore, we still need to take Lu Jincai back to the station for questioning. If it turns out he’s not involved, we can clear his name."

Finding herself without a counterargument, and with the police already at her door, any further obstruction might make her seem even guiltier. She stepped aside to let them in.

Lu Jincai, listening to the exchange from the bedroom, yelled in annoyance, "What’s all the noise about so early in the morning?"

The police bypassed Zhang Wenli and headed straight for the bedroom, where they saw Lu Jincai sitting on the bed, rubbing his forehead. Hearing someone enter, he instinctively shouted, "Who is it, then? Isn’t this enough?"

Opening his eyes, he saw two uniformed officers, "Police? What are the police doing at my house so early?" His headache was severe, and he had yet to recall the incident from last night where he sent some hoodlums to teach Shen Junze a lesson.

After the police repeated what they had said to Zhang Wenli, Lu Jincai’s eyes flickered, finally remembering what had happened last night. Realizing the implications, he wished he could slap himself. Wasn’t this just delivering evidence into their hands?

Although he remembered, Lu Jincai still denied it, "Officer, I was at a bar drinking last night. The staff there can vouch for me. This so-called murder-for-hire has nothing to do with me, especially since the target is my own nephew. My relationship with my nephew has always been good. What reason would I have to harm him? Your allegations hold no weight."

"However, the information we received from Mr. Shen Junze contradicts that. Mr. Shen Junze mentioned that your relationship is very poor, and just this morning, he replaced you as the chairman of the company. We have reason to believe that you harbored a murderous intent due to your dissatisfaction with Mr. Shen Junze taking power."

The color drained from Lu Jincai’s face, "Officer, I respect your work, but you can’t falsely accuse me like this. It’s true that there’s been a misunderstanding between my nephew and me, and I was dissatisfied with him taking my powers, but it hasn’t reached the extent of deep hatred. I have no reason to do this."

"Whether or not there is a reason is not for you to decide, please come with us now to cooperate with the investigation."

"Fine, I can go with you, but if this truly has nothing to do with me, I hope you will formally apologize to me, as your actions have, after all, damaged my reputation to some extent."

The police remained noncommittal.

Zhang Wenli looked worriedly at Lu Jincai, who shook his head slightly, signaling her not to be nervous, "I’ll just go to the station with them, and I’ll be back soon, there’s nothing to worry about. Just take good care of our son."

Zhang Wenli nodded, watching the police take Lu Jincai away.

Upon arriving at the police station, Lu Jincai found that Shen Junze and Shen Qinglan were also there. His eyes darkened instantly as he coldly stared at Shen Junze, surprised by how resilient the young man was, thinking he had been seriously injured or near death.

Understanding the implication in Lu Jincai’s eyes, Shen Junze grew more certain that the incident last night had been his doing. He glanced at Lu Jincai with a smirk, giving him a look that said, "I’m still alive, to your disappointment."

His uncle truly lived up to his ruthless reputation, so eager to take his life. However, how much Lu Jincai must have hated him to make his move so prematurely, Shen Junze thought secretly. Little did he know that Lu Jincai had been drunk, acting impulsively.

"Officer, you said I’m suspected of hiring someone to commit murder, but here my nephew is, sitting alright here. Don’t you think your claims of hiring a murderer are a bit exaggerated?" Lu Jincai said coldly, sitting on the chair.

The police, devoid of any expression, replied, "The brakes on Shen Junze’s car were tampered with. According to the surveillance footage, it was a man who did it, and through the footage, we have identified this man, who admits that you instructed him to do this. How do you explain that?" If it weren’t for having evidence, the police wouldn’t have come to pick him up so early in the morning.

"Officer, this matter has nothing to do with me, I’m innocent. You can’t hold me responsible just because someone simply claims I did it. Last night, I was drunk at the bar and went straight home to sleep, you can check with the bar or you can ask my wife, they can both testify for me," Lu Jincai continued to argue.

The alley he passed through yesterday had no surveillance, so he spoke confidently, unafraid of the police checking, and even if they did, he could just say he was passing through. He had paid those hoodlums in cash, leaving no transaction records to serve as evidence. As long as he denied everything, there was really nothing the police could do with him.

The leader of the hoodlums was already captured, and upon seeing Lu Jincai, immediately pointed at him saying, "It’s him, this man, he told us to go teach that lad a lesson." That lad was Shen Junze.

Lu Jincai’s expression shifted slightly, "Don’t spit blood. I have nothing to do with this, I don’t even know you."

"Officer, I know him. Last night he was dead drunk and gave us ten thousand yuan as a down payment, saying if we teach that kid sitting in the chair a lesson, he would give us the remaining forty thousand. My other brothers saw it too, they can testify for me, what I’ve said is all true, there’s no falsehood," said the hoodlums’ leader.

From the moment he was captured, the head of the hoodlums realized he might have messed with someone untouchable. Seeing Shen Junze, he instantly understood everything and spilled the beans to the police, disclosing everything from the previous night, including even the cash Lu Jincai gave him.

"This ten thousand yuan is what he gave me, it’s all here, I haven’t spent a cent," the head of the hoodlums declared. He had planned to divide the remaining money with his brothers today but ended up getting caught. However, he felt relieved that he hadn’t spent it.

Lu Jincai watched angrily from the side, his gaze carrying an implicit threat. Naturally, the hoodlum leader wasn’t about to ruin his future over fifty thousand yuan, so ignoring Lu Jincai’s threatening look, he described again the details of last night’s incident, mimicking every word Lu Jincai had said.

Shen Qinglan looked at Shen Junze with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, lowering his voice, "Your uncle truly harbors deep hatred toward you."

Shen Junze looked embarrassed, his eyes filled with chilliness. Indeed, if his reaction had been slightly slower last night, or if his car had been less reliable, who knows where he would be now.

But from the hoodlum’s description, Shen Qinglan discerned that the whole affair was a spur-of-the-moment decision by Lu Jincai, probably a result of being drunk, without any serious consideration, otherwise he wouldn’t have left such a glaring vulnerability.

However, if that wasn’t the case, they wouldn’t have found it so easy to deal with Lu Jincai.

"Officer, actually, it’s quite simple to prove whether this was done by Lu Jincai, just check the fingerprints on that stack of cash," Shen Qinglan said dismissively.

Although he had only glanced casually earlier, he could tell that the cash was very new—without even a single crease—likely having been withdrawn from the bank not long before. Although it might not be possible to obtain a complete fingerprint from the paper money, what if it were? With this reminder, the police instantly reacted.

Lu Jincai glared at Shen Qinglan. Had it not been in the police station, he probably would have already attempted to strike him. Shen Qinglan met his gaze unabashedly, remaining composed.

Lu Jincai was arrested. He was very unlucky; a complete fingerprint was lifted from the stack of cash, and it was indeed his. Coupled with the testimonies of other gang members and the identification by their leader, the evidence solidly confirmed his involvement in hiring someone to commit murder.

Zhang Wenli, having waited at home without any sign of Lu Jincai returning, hurried to the police station, only to receive news of his arrest. She felt the world spinning, and darkness clouded her vision.

Her eyes fixated, and she looked at the police officer, "Officer, could there be some mistake? My husband truly wouldn’t do such a thing."

"Multiple pieces of evidence indicate that this was done by Lu Jincai, and Mr. Shen Jun Ze has also filed a lawsuit against Lu Jincai. We will be transferring this case to the court soon. You should prepare a lawyer for him as soon as possible," the police officer said indifferently.

Even if he had a lawyer, the chances of Lu Jincai winning the case were slim.

Zhang Wenli left the police station with weak legs. After being stunned for a long time, she finally thought of Lu Yaqin.

Lu Yaqin had no idea what had happened. After hearing the entirety of events from Zhang Wenli, she also stood there in shock.

Zhang Wenli, clutching Lu Yaqin’s shoulders, pleaded, "Yaqin, you must help your elder brother. He truly didn’t mean it. He was just drunk yesterday—think about how much he adores Jun Ze normally; how could he bear to hurt him?"

"So, my elder brother really did hire someone to harm Jun Ze, didn’t he?" Lu Yaqin focused solely on this crucial point.

"No, that’s not it. Your elder brother was just confused for a moment. Think about it—yesterday, Jun Ze drove him out of the company in front of so many people. He was upset and drunk, he didn’t know what he was doing. It’s normal to make mistakes in such a state; besides, he didn’t actually cause any real harm to Jun Ze."

Lu Yaqin stared intensely at Zhang Wenli, "My son almost died, and you’re saying there was no real harm? What would actually count as harm then, waiting for him to die?"

Zhang Wenli hadn’t expected this reaction from Lu Yaqin—she usually wouldn’t dare to speak to her like this, "Yaqin, that’s your own elder brother, your only brother." She tried to touch Lu Yaqin’s heart with familial ties, as Yaqin had always been particularly susceptible to such appeals.

"That son is my only child. Compared to my elder brother, my son is my life," Lu Yaqin said with emotion; she was extraordinarily clear-headed in this moment.

"How could you do this, considering how good your elder brother has been to you?" Zhang Wenli couldn’t believe her ears; it was as if Lu Yaqin had committed an unimaginable sin. But seeing the expressionless face of Lu Yaqin, she softened her tone, "Yaqin, your sister-in-law is begging you, please go and speak for your elder brother, ask Jun Ze to drop the charges. Your elder brother is old; he can’t withstand such a strain."

"Sister-in-law, I won’t go. Past incidents are one thing but today there is no room for negotiation. My elder brother harmed my own son, and he wanted Jun Ze’s life. Did he ever consider me when he did this? Did he think about how Jun Ze is his own nephew?" Lu Yaqin was resolute.

Zhang Wenli’s face gradually lost any expression, void of emotion, she stared steadily at her, hands hanging down, "Yaqin, I’m asking you one last time, will you help with this or not?"

"I’m sorry, sister-in-law, but I really can’t help with this."

"Fine, if you won’t help, I’ll find someone else. I refuse to believe I can’t find someone who can save your elder brother. I was wrong about you before, you and your son are both ingrates. Your elder brother spoiled you for nothing," Zhang Wenli said bitterly, then turned and walked away.

Once she had left, Lu Yaqin picked up her bag and hurriedly exited the house; she needed to check on Shen Jun Ze.

Lu Yaqin headed straight for the company, and upon seeing Shen Jun Ze, she studied him anxiously, "Jun Ze, I heard you were in a car accident last night. How are you? Are you okay?"

Seeing him with a gauze bandaged on his forehead and bandages around his leg and arm, his eyes slightly moist, "Are your injuries that severe? Did you go to the hospital? What did the doctor say?"

Shen Junze hadn’t expected her to come, and he pushed her hand away, "Mom, how did you get here?"

"Today, your aunt came to see me and told me you had been in a car accident, so I wanted to come and check on you."

"I’m fine, it’s just some minor scratches." Shen Junze’s expression was indifferent, "Mom, is there anything else?"

Lu Yaqin opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, "Jun Ze, Mom..."

"If you are here to plead for Lu Jincai, then please don’t bother, I do not want to hear it." Shen Junze interrupted her; he was thoroughly fed up with this kind of play.

"No, Jun Ze, you misunderstand Mom. I’m not here to plead for him; it’s appropriate for you to take him to court for what he did. Mom has no objections and is purely concerned about you." Lu Yaqin explained; she really wasn’t there to plead.

Seeing her genuine concern, Shen Junze’s expression softened slightly, "I’m fine, Mom, no need to worry, but I won’t back down regarding Lu Jincai." He had finally caught this chance and was certainly not going to let Lu Jincai off easily, even if he couldn’t put him in prison, he was determined to take him down a few notches.

"Mom knows, as long as you’re okay, I’m relieved. I won’t interfere in this matter; do as you please, I support you." Lu Yaqin changed her usual attitude, which surprised Shen Junze somewhat.

In fact, while Lu Yaqin might have been selfish on ordinary days, Shen Junze’s personal safety was her bottom line. Even though she had stood by Lu Jincai’s side in the past when he mistreated Shen Junze, it was only because Lu Jincai hadn’t threatened Shen Junze’s life. If anyone dares threaten it, Lu Yaqin would fight tooth and nail.

At this moment, don’t talk to her about brotherly and sisterly love; even the deepest familial bonds are not worth her son’s life.

Shen Junze never expected that a simple act of his would trigger such a rare moment of maternal radiance from Lu Yaqin.

Seeing her support for him, Shen Junze naturally wouldn’t keep a cold face, his expression eased, "Mom, you don’t need to involve yourself in this matter, just leave it to me to handle. Try not to leave the house these days, and if Zhang Wenli comes looking for you, ignore her too. If you care about our mother-son relationship, then just stay silent."

Lu Yaqin felt bitter in her heart but still nodded, "Mom understands, I’m definitely on your side this time."

"I’ll take you back home first."

"No need, Mom can take a cab home. Are you sure your injuries are really no big deal?"

"Really, they’re no big deal, I’ll be fine in a few days."

Shen Junze saw Lu Yaqin into the cab, then turned to return to his company, waiting for Lu Jincai to personally come and beg him.

Zhang Wenli had found several lawyers for Lu Jincai, but each said that the chance of winning the case was slim; the evidence was just too overwhelming. Losing this case would mean years of imprisonment, the best course was to get Shen Junze to withdraw the lawsuit.

"Jincai, what should we do now?" Zhang Wenli was panicking, if Lu Jincai indeed went to prison, what would she and the children do? They had two sons at home, with the oldest only nine years old; how could she raise two children on her own?

"Don’t panic yet." Lu Jincai comforted her, "Get Shen Junze here, tell him I want to see him."

"Why call him here? He’s the one who got you into this mess." When Zhang Wenli thought of Shen Junze, anger coursed through her, grinding her teeth, "And your sister, you’ve always been so good to her, yet she’s gone at the first sign of trouble, like a pack of ungrateful wolves."

Lu Jincai looked somber, his true thoughts obscure. "Call Shen Junze over here, I have something to discuss with him. Don’t worry, I have a way to make him drop the lawsuit."

"What way do you have?" Zhang Wenli asked.

"That’s not your concern. Just help me get him here," Lu Jincai refused to elaborate, and Zhang Wenli did not press further, nodding instead, "I’ll go and call him now."

"Wenli," Lu Jincai called out to her, "Take good care of the kids. Don’t worry, I’ll be out soon."

"I know, don’t worry about the children, my mom will help me with them."

**

"So I hear you wanted to see me?" Shen Junze raised an eyebrow, looking at Lu Jincai with a calm demeanor.

Lu Jincai stared at him with a hard-to-read expression and remained silent for a long while.

"You didn’t call me here just to have a staring contest, did you? If that’s the case, I might as well leave. I’ve just taken over the company and there’s a lot to deal with," Shen Junze stood up to leave.

"Wait," Lu Jincai spoke, "I hope you can drop the lawsuit."

Shen Junze looked at him amused, "And your reason?"

"Junze, no matter what, I am still your uncle. I truly loved you like my own son ever since you were a child. At least respect that bond."

Hearing this, Shen Junze nodded, "Hmm, you were indeed nice to me as a child, but how much of that was genuine and how much was pretense, you know very well."

"Shen Junze, you can’t just deny everything about me because I once manipulated you. That’s being utterly ungrateful!" Lu Jincai was angry. He had truly loved Shen Junze as a son when he was young, before he had his own children. However, Shen Junze perceived his genuine feelings as calculated moves, which felt like an insult to him.

"Fine, I admit, you were really nice to me, nicer than my own dad at times. But what does it matter? You ended up manipulating me in the end. Speaking of gratitude, wasn’t my father good to you? He sincerely treated you well and turned you from a nobody into a top corporate executive. But how did you repay him? By plotting against his only son and stealing his life’s work right after he died. Talking about ingratitude, uncle, I learned it from you," Shen Junze said indifferently, obviously unmoved by emotional appeals.

Lu Jincai turned pale, "Do you really have to speak to me in this manner?"

"Uncle, why are you so angry? I’m just stating the facts," Shen Junze smiled, his demeanor far calmer than Lu Jincai’s anger.

"Alright, let’s discuss something substantial."

"Done with playing the emotional card?" Shen Junze chuckled.

Lu Jincai stiffened. He had indeed intended to play on Shen Junze’s emotions at first, hoping to sway him, but the young man hadn’t taken the bait.

"I know what you want is the 30% of the shares I hold. I can give them to you if you drop the lawsuit."

Hearing this, Shen Junze sat back down, looking interested, "30% of the shares in exchange for my freedom, hmm, sounds like a pretty good deal. We can talk about it."

But Lu Jincai’s expression changed instantly, "Shen Junze, don’t push it too far."

"Oh? But isn’t that what you suggested? Why am I the one being unreasonable?" Shen Junze looked puzzled.

"11% of the shares in exchange for my freedom."

Shen Junze burst out laughing, "Lu Jincai, are you joking with me? 11%? You think you’re dealing with a beggar?" His face became stern, "30%. Give me the 30% shares you hold in exchange for your freedom, or there’s no deal."

"That’s all the shares I have," Lu Jincai gritted his teeth. Shen Junze was pushing him into a corner.

"I know it’s all you have, but that’s my only condition."

"Shen Junze, it’s wise to leave a way out in doing things, for we may meet again in the future. Aren’t you afraid of retribution if you push too hard?"

"I don’t know whether I’ll face retribution or not, nor do I care. I only know I have to completely eliminate threats like you. Otherwise, what if they resurge?"

"Having 11% of the shares plus the 40% you currently hold gives you a total of 51%, ensuring absolute control. No one can shake your position," Lu Jincai said through clenched teeth.

"Who would ever complain of having too many shares? The more, the better," Shen Junze replied calmly.

"Ha, you truly are Shen Rang’s son. If he saw you now, he’d probably rest in peace."

"Don’t talk to me about my father, you’re not worthy. I’m giving you three minutes to think it over. After that, you can tell me your decision."

"30% is too much. I no longer have company resources. These shares are my only source of income. You have to let me and my family survive. When I ousted you from the company, I didn’t take your shares," Lu Jincai tried to negotiate.

"Oh, should I be grateful to you for that?" Shen Junze’s look was scornful.

Knowing that bringing up the past only made Shen Junze more resolute, Lu Jincai stopped mentioning it and closed his eyes, quickly thinking of a solution.

Shen Junze sat there, the picture of calm. Time ticked by, and three minutes swiftly passed.

"Time’s up. Tell me your decision."

Lu Jincai opened his eyes, gazing firmly at Sheng Junze, "I can sell you my 30% of shares at 20% below market price."

Shen Junze laughed, "Lu Jincai, are you treating me like a fool, or are you the fool? I said give, not sell."

"Shen Junze, you’re being too greedy," Lu Jincai’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, his gaze now filled with rage.

Shen Junze shrugged, "Didn’t you teach me all this?" He stood up, "Seeing that reluctant look on your face, it seems we won’t make a deal today. In that case, I should leave, and you can just wait here for the trial."

As Shen Junze turned to leave, Lu Jincai stopped him, "Wait, I agree."