BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 50 Setting Out

When he heard that Sun Desheng wanted ten percent of the dividends, Che Qianzi hurriedly punched numbers into the calculator again. Unfortunately, it stopped at one billion and could not go any higher…

The secretary immediately protested:

“Are you joking? A project worth more than ten billion yuan, and you want ten percent of the dividends? Chairman Ma paid real money for his ten percent stake…”

Halfway through her sentence, she realized she had let something slip and hurriedly shut her mouth.

Unfortunately, it was already too late. Sun Desheng instantly understood everything.

Chuckling, he said:

“So Old Ma bought ten percent of the shares with cash, huh? If the problem inside the resort isn’t solved, whether that ten percent can even be sold is another matter, and it certainly won’t be worth much. He’d have trouble getting rid of it even at a bargain price.

But if I solve the trouble for him, then shares he bought for one yuan could be sold for ten or eight yuan later. Tell me—which is more important? The appreciation of the shares, or that little dividend income?”

Seeing that the secretary remained silent, Sun Desheng continued:

“This matter is too big for you to decide. Go back and discuss it with Chairman Ma. If he wants me to do it, then ten percent of the dividends go to my little brother. If not, then I won’t trouble myself with it.”

The secretary stood up and said respectfully:

“Understood. I’ll report to Chairman Ma. You’re right, Director Sun. Something this important isn’t something a mere secretary can decide.”

She bowed slightly to both Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi and left the former director’s office.

As soon as she was gone, Che Qianzi hurried over and pointed at the number on the calculator.

“Fatty, that’s enough. Back home we say, better ask for too little than ask for so much that the deal runs away. Even five percent would’ve been pretty good…”

“Brother, leave business matters to me. Whatever I’ve set my sights on has never escaped.”

Grinning, Sun Desheng continued:

“Not just business. Back then your sister-in-law didn’t even like me. Director Wu wanted to match her up with your second brother, Shen La. And what happened in the end? Even La Zi has to call her ‘sister-in-law’ now.”

Che Qianzi spat.

“Do city people all have such strange manners? You hooked up with your brother’s wife and you’re proud of it? Bah! Disgusting…”

Then he continued:

“Forget your family scandals. What if that Ma fellow values money more than his life and refuses to give ten percent? Then what?”

Sun Desheng inwardly cursed. If it weren’t for the overwhelming backing behind this brat—someone even he dared not offend—he would definitely teach him a lesson for those words.

But thinking of that untouchable backer, Fatty Sun sighed and chose not to argue.

“Ma Xiaolin is a top businessman. He can do the math.”

Sun Desheng laughed.

“A few hundred million in bad investments versus ten or twenty million in annual dividends—he knows which matters more. Just wait and see. If Old Ma doesn’t come crawling back before tonight, I’ll write my surname backward.”

Che Qianzi had no choice but to wait.

At least he still had one and a half million yuan in hand. Even if the ten percent dividend fell through, that money would offer some consolation.

Since Ma Xiaolin was still talking with Yang Shuji, Sun Desheng took Che Qianzi around the various investigation departments.

Coincidentally, the heads of each division were all away on business, so Fatty Sun could only explain the functions of each department himself.

Unfortunately, Che Qianzi’s mind was completely occupied by the ten percent shares. He listened absentmindedly and didn’t retain a thing.

After finishing his meeting with Yang Shuji, Ma Xiaolin quietly left the Bureau with his secretary without disturbing Sun Desheng.

When Che Qianzi heard that Ma Xiaolin hadn’t mentioned the ten percent dividends at all before leaving, he assumed the deal had fallen through.

Disappointed, he said:

“Fatty, see? I told you it’d run away. Five percent would’ve been enough, but you insisted on ten. Should we go find Old Ma and ask for four percent? Maybe he’d agree.”

“Brother, the day isn’t over yet. You’re saying that too early.”

Sun Desheng grinned.

“Come on, let’s visit the Sixth Division and see who’s around. Old Ma’s matter might require some help from them.”

Just as they were heading there, the secretary who had left with Ma Xiaolin returned.

She intercepted them right outside the elevator.

“Director Sun, Chairman Ma has agreed to your terms. Ten percent of the resort’s dividend rights. However, you must ensure that the matter is resolved completely, with no future disturbances.”

Sun Desheng made a face at Che Qianzi.

“Since when did Old Ma become so high and mighty? He can’t even speak for himself anymore and has to send messengers?”

The secretary explained:

“Chairman Ma has already flown ahead to the resort. A new investor has arrived, and they need to discuss further investment. He asked me to ask you—which Mr. Yang will you be bringing? Mr. Yang Xiao or Mr. Yang Jun?”

“We’re bringing my brother, Che Qianzi. If my brother takes action, then Old Yang—Yang Xiao—will only end up getting beaten.”

Smiling, Sun Desheng continued:

“Did Old Ma leave the plane behind? Besides the two of us, we really need two more helpers. Wait outside for a bit while I go see who’s free.”

At that very moment, the elevator doors behind them opened.

Yang Xiao stepped out.

Upon seeing Sun Desheng standing there, he froze, then immediately retreated back into the elevator.

“Mmm? I clearly pressed the sixth floor. Why did I come down here?”

Seeing Yang Xiao trying to escape, Sun Desheng blocked the elevator door with his leg and flashed a broad grin.

“Old Yang, why are you running from me? I’m not going to eat you… Free? Come on, let’s go have some fun in the south.”

Ever since the Jiuhé Ghost Market incident, Yang Xiao had dreaded seeing Sun Desheng.

He owed Fatty Sun a huge favor.

Originally, he thought he would obtain an invaluable treasure from the Underworld, but in the end, he had gotten nothing and instead incurred an enormous debt of gratitude.

With a forced smile, he said:

“Dasheng, I was just thinking about something and didn’t notice you… Uh, my wife recently signed up for some extra classes, and I need to accompany her…”

“Your wife is at that age where no one’s going to steal her away.”

Sun Desheng laughed and leaned against the elevator door.

“South or the Underworld—you choose. Either accompany me to a resort in the south, or make a trip below yourself. I’ve already got the Book of Life and Death; all that’s missing are the writing tools, and you’ll have to fetch them.”

Yang Xiao’s face twisted in misery.

After hesitating for a moment, he sighed.

“Fine. Going south is still better than going below. But Da Sheng, tell me first—what exactly happened? Did you offend somebody? If it’s really troublesome, I can help you eliminate them. Just pretend you never knew.”

“Old Yang, what nonsense are you talking about? This is legitimate business.”

As he spoke, Sun Desheng glanced at Che Qianzi and continued:

“We’ll talk on the way. Let’s head straight to the airport. I’ll explain everything along the road. Old Yang, this time the culprit has stumbled right into your line of expertise.”

The three of them left the Bureau together.

Waiting outside the entrance was a Rolls-Royce, evidently left behind by Ma Xiaolin specifically to receive them.

After they got in, Sun Desheng explained the situation at the resort to Yang Xiao and finally asked:

“Old Yang, what do you think? What’s really going on?”