Chapter 132: It means he lacks virtue

This time, Lu Jingqing blatantly opened his mouth like a lion.

Twenty percent of the shares?

He has already become a major shareholder of their Han family!

But he couldn't refuse this demand.

After much hesitation, Chairman Han gritted his teeth and said: "Fine! Then it's twenty percent of the shares!"

"Dad!"

Han Li looked at his own father in disbelief.

This Lu Jingqing is basically robbing!

But his father directly agreed, without even saying a word back.

"In that case, Xiao Li, you can see the guests out."

"Yes, Boss Lu."

Secretary Li walked up to Han Li and his father, saying: "Both of you, please come this way."

Although Han Li was unwilling, his father had already agreed, so he couldn't say anything else.

He could only walk ahead resentfully; Chairman Han politely bowed to Lu Jingqing, then followed behind his son.

"Boss Lu, you actually don't need to agree; twenty percent of the Han family's equity isn't a big deal."

"Considering his father's painstaking efforts, I'll agree just this once."

Lu Jingqing said calmly: "Moreover, twenty percent of the shares is already enough to make the Han family feel the pinch."

That's also true.

Secretary Li didn't expect that Chairman Han would be so shrewd in his calculations, knowing that even if he gave up twenty percent of the shares, as long as L Group invested, it wouldn't be a loss.

Just then, Su Yun Jiao came down from upstairs; upon seeing Su Yun Jiao, Secretary Li took a step back and said: "Miss Su."

Su Yun Jiao had just overheard the conversation of the four people in the stairwell.

Su Yun Jiao didn't expect Lu Jingqing to be so capable, calculating this account so shrewdly that he ended up with an extra twenty percent of the shares for no reason.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Lately the weather has been cold, and Su Yun Jiao always feels drowsy.

Su Yun Jiao said: "I also wanted to sleep, but my biological clock doesn't allow it."

Su Yun Jiao sat opposite Lu Jingqing and couldn't help asking: "Do you really intend to let the Han family off?"

"If you don't like it, I can regret it."

"No, it's not that; I like to accumulate virtue and do good, not do wicked deeds."

"You mean that when I spoke up for you earlier, I did something wicked?"

"... Not exactly."

Su Yun Jiao just saw that Han Li's face was covered in wounds.

It looked like he had been beaten.

Moreover, the other side hit him so hard that one of his arms was broken.

Su Yun Jiao curiously asked: "Could that hand of Han Li's have been broken by you?"

Although this seems like something Lu Jingqing would do, Su Yun Jiao still wanted to ask.

"'It looks like his hand broke from a fall.'"

Lu Jingqing said dismissively: "How could you think I broke it?"

"'No, I just feel that only Brother Jingqing would be willing to avenge me.'"

Lu Jingqing didn't know that Su Yun Jiao already knew that, when she was kidnapped, she had overheard a conversation between Lu Jingqing and that Boss Sun.

That's why she was so certain that Han Li must have been beaten by Lu Jingqing's people.

Su Yun Jiao felt a little smug, finally having something Lu Jingqing didn't know.

Meanwhile.

Outside Jingyuan.

Han Li kept walking ahead, never turning back to glance at his father.

Chairman Han, being old, could only follow behind Han Li.

Finally, Chairman Han couldn't bear it any longer and said: "Go! From now on, never come back home! I don't have this son!"

From childhood, Han Li relied on his family's wealth to do many shameful things outside, squandering everything the Han family had.

Because of rape and deception, Han Li was locked up several times, each time his father stepping in to mediate.

If it weren't because he only had this one son, he would absolutely not bother managing such a beast.

Han Li heard his father's words but didn't take them to heart, angrily retorting: "You're just a spineless old dad—who would want to be your son? You gave all the shares meant for me to Lu Jingqing, and I still don't want to be your son!"

Having said that, Han Li directly took off his coat and flung it onto the ground to show his anger.

Afterward, Han Li left without looking back.

Seeing that it was already afternoon.

Han Li was still drinking in the club's private room.

One of the lackeys beside him said: "Every family has its hard-to-recite scripture, but this time your dad went too far—actually giving away what's yours to an outsider; Lu Jingqing isn't even of the Han family, so why rush to give him so many shares?"

"'Exactly, Han Bro; in my view, you'd better not go back—after all, you're the family's sole heir, your dad definitely won't kick you out; when the time comes and he gets anxious, he'll surely be begging you to return.'"

Han Li took a sip of wine, probably feeling the alcohol kick in, and then he smashed the bottle on the ground: "Open your most expensive wine for me!"

Hearing Han Li demand the most expensive wine, the manager walked into the private room.

"'Young Master Han, you've already opened over a hundred thousand worth of wine here—how about… you settle the bill first?'"

Upon hearing that, Han Li flew into a rage, grabbing the manager's collar and snarling: "What? You think I can't pay?"

The manager also couldn't bring himself to say it directly.

After all, everyone knew that the Han family had offended Lu Jingqing the night before.

The club is a hub of information, and there are hardly any secrets in this circle.

News like that spreads the quickest.

Han Li snapped, "I've got plenty of money! I'll tell you to swipe the card now—bring over all your most expensive liquor!"

Having said that, Han Li flung his bank card into the manager's hand.

The manager merely swiped the card twice on the reader, then stepped forward and said, "Young Master Han, your bank card has been frozen."

The moment he learned his bank card was frozen, Han Li's face instantly darkened.

The few lackeys beside him also fell silent.

Although Han Li's father had constantly shouted about freezing his son's bank card, he had never actually done so.

But this time, Han Li's bank card was actually frozen.

"Han bro, don't look at me—you know I basically have no money in my card."

"Han bro, don't look at me either—you don't know? If my dad found out I spent over a hundred thousand in one afternoon, he'd surely beat me to death!"

All the lackeys around were dodging Han Li's gaze.

After much difficulty, one person stood up and said, "You guys are really not being generous—usually Han bro treats you to hundreds of thousands without blinking, yet now you won't even chip in tens of thousands; I'll handle it."

When the person walked up to the manager ready to swipe the card, he then deliberately said, "Oh my card, Han bro, I really didn't mean to—this time I truly didn't bring any money."