"Alright, I’ll send a representative in Beijing over later. However, Song Yun, I have to say, I can’t give you the fifty billion right away. It’ll take at least a week," said Wen Changlin. "This is a huge amount. Of course, you must handle all the Newcastle family’s wine business for me, including your domestic resources. You should help me promote and grow this business. Do you understand my meaning?"

"Of course, my processing plant is already in operation. Uncle Wen, I’ll transfer the processing plant directly to you. In ten years, you can earn at least seven to eight billion from this business. No matter how you look at it, you are getting the better deal," said Song Yun. "Age truly has its advantage."

"If there’s no profit, why would I do business?" Wen Changlin replied. "But, Song Yun, there is a way you could avoid spending a single penny."

"Oh, what’s the way?" Song Yun asked, his eyes lighting up.

"Marry my daughter Wen Ting, and preferably get her pregnant. Then you’ll be my son-in-law, and my money becomes your money. Not only do you spend nothing, but your future son can inherit all my assets. It’s a risk-free investment," Wen Changlin laughed.

"So you’re suggesting I trade my charms for billions in assets?" Song Yun glanced at Qingluan beside him and asked quietly.

"Not exactly, just a win-win situation," Wen Changlin chuckled.

"Uncle Wen, do you know what they call me, Song Yun?" Song Yun asked.

"What’s that?"

"’The Gentleman Who Won’t Bend for Wealth.’ Even for trillions, I won’t sell my charm," Song Yun declared righteously.

"Alright, you win. I’ll prep the contract, and over the next week, I’ll pay you in five installments. Let’s sign the contract first. You know my word is good," Wen Changlin said.

"Of course. Uncle Wen, just have your people find me, I’ll sign the contract. You’ve basically gotten a goose that lays golden eggs," Song Yun said.

"Not bad, not bad. By the way, Song Yun, why do you need so much money?" Wen Changlin asked.

"To support a mistress," Song Yun casually replied.

"Alright, I’ve got other matters, so for now, that’s it." With that, Wen Changlin hung up the phone.

"You sold your wine business?" Qingluan looked at Song Yun, slightly surprised.

"Yeah, this business was originally set up to hit back at the Rockefeller family for Xia Tian. Though it’s quite profitable, I urgently need cash right now. So even if I’m selling it to Wen Changlin, it’s fine. It’s only for ten years. We still hold the Newcastle family’s connections. After ten years, we’ll naturally take the business back and leverage the Wen family’s connections to better and more quickly promote Newcastle family’s wine nationwide. It’s like renting the golden goose to Wen Changlin. He nurtures it on a grand scale, and after it matures, we’ll take it back. By then, it can lay golden eggs without further investment from us. Why not?" Song Yun explained with a smile.

"Smart,"

Qingluan said, "Selling a seventy to eighty billion project for fifty billion over ten years might seem like a loss, but in ten years, you’ll be the one profiting, Song Yun. Your vision is becoming broader and long-term, unbothered by temporary gains or losses. This isn’t your usual style."

"Hehe, no choice, I desperately need money now," Song Yun admitted, scratching his head helplessly.

Within less than half an hour, Song Yun had raised nearly sixty billion in funds. It’s undeniable that Song Yun’s reputation is really valuable. Without it, raising this sixty billion would be impossible. Why else would Wen Changlin specifically target your wine business when he could have bought someone else’s? This is the benefit of Song Yun’s reputation.

"Next, I need to borrow money from Li Baoshi," Song Yun took a deep breath and said. "Now, I’ll have to sell part of my assets again."

Indeed, when Song Yun straightforwardly asked to borrow two billion, Li Baoshi couldn’t resist making an extravagant demand. Although Song Yun and Li Baoshi have a good relationship, capitalists are inherently bloodsuckers. They don’t care if you’re a friend; they feed wherever there’s blood, the only difference being whether they take large or small bites.

Ultimately, Song Yun successfully sold his coastal business to Li Baoshi for five years, procuring over twenty billion from him.

Practically speaking, Song Yun had sold almost everything he could.

Of course, if the assets of the Shura Alliance were up for sale, they could undoubtedly fetch hundreds of billions. But Song Yun is principled; he’s raising money for his own ventures, and the Shura Alliance belongs to everyone. If he sells off the Shura Alliance’s assets, the headquarters won’t survive, and Song Yun’s reputation will be tarnished.

At least in this circle, that’s how it works.

Upon learning that Song Yun had handed his coastal business to Li Baoshi, Zhao Yan exploded and immediately called Song Yun, unleashing a storm on him.

Song Yun had no choice but to bow his head and listen. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"It’s fortunate you only sold it for five years, and these routes are ours. Even if someone buys them, we can easily take them back. But if you dare pull this again, believe me, I’ll quit," Zhao Yan warned.

"I get it." Song Yun nodded. "It won’t happen again."

"Humph, I’m tired of talking to you. Finish your business in Beijing and come back quickly. The group needs your management for a while," Zhao Yan said.

"Why?" Song Yun groaned.

"You’re the boss, why else? I want to take a break and travel to Europe with Yu Xue for a while. If you don’t return to preside over things, the headquarters might run into problems," Zhao Yan explained. "Besides, you’re always off running around. It’s time you settled down a bit."

"Fine, since you’re taking my sister out, I’ll approve your leave,"

Song Yun said, "But, Lao San, what exactly is Yu Xue’s attitude towards you? Can I count on being her brother-in-law or not? Would you no longer need a salary after marrying my sister?"

"Get lost."

Zhao Yan coldly left these words and abruptly hung up.

Song Yun chuckled, glanced at Qingluan, and said, "Everything’s settled."