Chapter 182: Only My Unique Method Chapter 182: Soldiers Value Divine Speed

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Sultan himself is actually a fairly easy person to deal with. On top of that, they are currently in a political slump, so their expectations for profit aren't high.

If we really wait until the opposition party takes power and the Rulers' Council members re-enter politics, the price will be hard to negotiate. At that time, Sirajuddin will be a figure with status no less than a US Senator, and what's more troublesome than a Senator is that he actually doesn't lack money.

However, Sirajuddin doesn't refuse Luo's father's equity participation proposal right now.

To elevate the Rulers' Council's status, they are privately actively carrying out all sorts of activities, each requiring massive funds.

Sirajuddin isn't certain how long such activities must continue, or how much money is needed to achieve the goal, so having a stream of income, especially stable recurring revenue, is quite important to him.

Both sides have their own aims, and the talks proceed very quickly.

In about a week's time, Sirajuddin's agent agreed to 15 million US dollars in cash, plus an additional condition of a 25% equity stake. Compared to the bribe paid to Senator Schumer back then, this sum isn't much at all.

Moreover, Sirajuddin will also contribute capital to bear 25% of the share price. Although this means that after profits are made, they must be shared with him.

After the secret agreement was signed, Luo's father launched without hesitation into the acquisition of several securities firms. Peninsula Securities, WK Securities, Malacca Securities, MGI, UPEN, and Omega, Harlin — all are small brokerages not yet sold off.

Larger brokerages like Osk, Kuala Lumpur City, Avenue Assets, etc., are likewise available for secondary acquisition.

For a time, the Malaysian securities groups that had just calmed down not long ago, waiting for new government regulations, plunged into panic and a bloodbath.

The cost of fully acquiring these brokerages is very high. Although profits are considerable, they are ultimately highly policy-dependent. If the Council passes a new bill allowing new securities firms to be established, the hundreds of millions of dollars invested now would all go down the drain.

No matter how expensive human capital, no matter how valuable the license, that's at most 50% profit — not every big businessman dares take the risk. On the other hand, foreign capital being allowed into Malaysia is just this year's development. Some more cautious large investment banks are still in the adaptation phase. The few companies willing to risk hundreds of millions have even more outrageous demands for profit and cost.

In fact, investment banks or institutions interested in speculation are all holding their breath, wanting to buy the most companies at the lowest prices at the very last moment before Christmas Eve.

Chen Yi's money came easily, and since Jin Sheng Securities couldn't possibly use up all 1.6 billion US dollars anyway, he offered a relatively higher price — European and American companies would rather choose other targets than trade at the prices offered by Malaysians.

They tacitly want to keep pressing until the price drops by two-thirds or even one-half. Investment banks are like jackals; they absolutely won't let go until they've sucked everything dry.

Luo's father ignores them. Following the existing plan, with Comrade Sultan as guarantor, he negotiates enthusiastically with Malaysian brokerages in full public view.

What he relies on is Merrill Lynch Securities' 1.5 billion US dollar loan. That much money — not even Merrill's Southeast Asian branches might be able to produce it.

If the investment banks newly entering Malaysia had that much money, their teeth might not be clenched so tight.

In the final month, Luo's father flies back and forth between Jiangning and Kuala Lumpur frequently.

Luo Xiaoshan, Nie Ping, and the specific affairs managers stay on the ground, constantly liaising with the Embassy and the Sultan's agents.

Without middlemen, the cornered brokerages are unwilling to negotiate.

The energy and time spent persuading securities firms to sell and merge is far more troublesome than the bargaining itself.

Luo's father still has to oversee his own company from time to time. The development of the Jianshe Road land parcel has also entered its climax. Leaving Luo Xiaoshan and Nie Ping behind, in just two short weeks, he forged them into shape.

The sight of Luo Xiaoshan eating strange green berries while talking to people every day became a fixture at the Wan Hao Hotel.

Finally, as November approached, the fatty called back and shouted: "Chen Yi, come over and sign the contracts!"

Chen Yi immediately flew to Kuala Lumpur in high spirits.

Malaysia's requirement for securities mergers is in 2003 — at most two months, and it will be harvest season.

By next year, without the government's price ceiling, plus license scarcity, the European and American bigwigs wanting to run their own securities firms will all have to pay top dollar to buy — everyone understands the logic, but risk-controlling European and American companies just can't let go. It's like them renting office buildings in China at high prices. For an investment bank's Asia-Pacific head, spending half the money now and profiting next year is his duty. If he buys more expensively than others, he might still be blamed. If he accidentally loses that half, a bad debt of tens of millions of dollars is enough to topple him immediately. So investment banks would rather wait until next year to see the situation clearly before buying licenses, and won't mix investment with buying licenses for their own use.

Chen Yi, however, is a small boat that turns easily. He then signs his name on the long conference table.

For three consecutive days, he purchased 4 brokerages, spending 180 million US dollars.

Over the next three days, another 5 brokerages were secured, using 540 million.

The companies after that are naturally larger.

By this point, the merger task set by the government for Malaysia's 65 investment banks is basically complete. Citibank and the UK's Standard Chartered Bank each bought 2 brokerages at raised prices, but their bids were still lower than Chen Yi's.

But these are just the mopping-up work.

After signing the last one, WK Securities, Chen Yi patted Nie Ping's shoulder and praised: "You guys really aren't slow."

"Soldiers value divine speed." The fatty kept eating Green Breath Berries — those were all given to him by classmate Chen, 2 kilograms at a time. In the Saint Qiao Kingdom they'd sell for a roomful of gold coins, yet he genuinely ate them as snacks.

Actually, Chen Yi also treated them as temporary snacks.

"Next, wait another month, and it'll be the matter of selling the securities. You still need to pay more attention." Chen Yi patted Nie Ping's shoulder again.

Luo Xiaoshan is one of our own. Nie Ping is helping out. Although he's now a minor shareholder, he's collecting money on behalf of Nie Hao.

Nie Ping stood with feet together and said in a deep voice: "Leave it to me."

"Me too." Luo Xiaoshan spoke with slurred words from eating, then laughed: "Malaysia is so great, I'd be willing to stay two more years."

Everyone laughed.

Nie Ping pursed his lips, appearing even steadier. Being able to personally participate in a billion-dollar M&A is quite rare for a student. Besides some ability of his own, he mainly relies on his father Nie Hao.

Good family background means good social connections; connections mean better jobs. Among the same university graduates, those with family background get snapped up early. From the student perspective, it's indeed social unfairness. But from the company perspective, it's nothing more normal.

They can inherit their dad's network, have uncles helping them — naturally they're leagues ahead of students starting barefoot. The latter might spend 20 years and still not build the former's connections. That naturally means 20 more years of struggle.

After signing, Luo Xiaoshan enthusiastically led Chen Yi to eat and drink lavishly in Kuala Lumpur. This might not be the absolute best dining spot in Southeast Asia, but counting it as one of them is never wrong.

Staying a month, three meals a day, Luo Xiaoshan never missed a single one. He finally toured the city inside and out.

They picked a dai pai dong said to have extremely delicious nasi lemak. The three sat down and ate heartily, ordering 6 bottles of beer to drink.

Halfway through the drinks, they heard someone behind them say in English: "Three portions of nasi lemak."

This term was something Chen Yi had just learned.

Malaysia uses Malay. On Star Avenue, although there are many foreigners, the majority are still dark, thin locals. After hearing so much unintelligible chatter, hearing understandable English really feels like a friendly international language.

Chen Yi immediately turned around, eyes narrowing. "Huh?" he exclaimed.

It was precisely the Indonesian Chinese woman he'd met some days ago, Wu Jingjing.

She happened to look over too. Her big eyes blinked, then she smiled politely.

Luo Xiaoshan sucked in a breath and said in a low voice, "Beauty."

"She understands Chinese." Chen Yi had no intention of going over to chat her up; he turned around carrying his beer.

Nie Ping, however, was getting restless, lowering his voice: "Chen Yi, if you won't go up, I will."

He was a few years older than Chen Yi, and it wasn't right to call him Little Yi, so he always called him by name.

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Thus Nie Ping could also sense a bit of his thoughts; after scratching his head and cheeks, he ultimately did not act impulsively. Before coming to Kuala Lumpur, Nie Hao had had a long talk with him; if he had still been somewhat reluctant then, after signing the signature ceremony of heaven, he clearly understood Chen Yi's power.

That was nearly 10 billion US Dollars in cash, signed with a stroke of the pen without blinking an eye.

Such power was far more formidable than his old man's Deputy Department Level.

They stopped speaking, but they heard the three people at the table beside them beginning to chat in low Chinese.

Chen Yi's heart stirred; he took out a Level One Listening Scroll from his Space Storage Ring and stuck it on his body. The lowest grade of Listening Scroll was like an artificial amplifier; listening ten or twenty meters away was easy.

"The spaceship at the port is ready, but the loading efficiency is too low; I'm afraid it will take another day before departure……"

"There really are not a few snacks here……"

"I still prefer Singapore; traveling in Europe is also quite good……"

"I heard that several securities companies in Malaysia have been bought by a Chinese person, and a young one at that……"

"Could it be that person behind the young lady?"

"Do you like older ones or younger ones?"

In just one minute, the other two girls had already let their thoughts run wild.

Wu Jingjing fluttered her eyelashes and suddenly said, "Maybe it really is him."

After speaking, she turned her head and smiled: "Mr. Chen, are you here in Malaysia for finance?"

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