Chapter 346: Li Ye: Just Say You Only Like Eighteen-Year-Olds

Pei Pei Wencong's reaction completely caught Fu Hearing Fu Guiru off guard; she had only intended to threaten the Fu family into staying still, never expecting this new shareholder to be so unnerved by her.

Then Fu Hearing Fu Guiru found it incomprehensible—if Pei Pei Wencong wasn't seeking controlling stakes, why had he spent twenty million to buy his cousin's shares?

Even if a flower grower needed to pay heavily for a business license in Malaysia, the Fu Company's license couldn't possibly be that expensive.

There was a conspiracy—there had to be some unforeseen conspiracy.

So after a moment's thought, Fu Hearing Fu Guiru coldly asked outright: "Mr. Pei, forgive my bluntness—if you're no longer seeking to acquire shares, then what is your purpose in investing in the Fu Company?"

My purpose is obviously to cling to a powerful leg!

"Of course to make money," Pei Pei Wencong smiled. "We have strong confidence in the Fu Company's future potential; with injected capital, it will surely grow bigger and stronger."

"You're planning to increase capital and expand shares?"

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru suddenly understood—so this man still intended to seize control of the Fu Company, just not by overpaying shareholders directly, but by diluting ownership through capital injection.

Given the Fu Company's current state, even a ten percent capital increase would strip the Fu family of control.

【If the company is no longer the Fu family's, will I still be general manager?】

For years, Fu Hearing Fu Guiru and Fu Fu Guiyin had been mutually dependent yet mutually destructive; Fu Hearing Fu Guiru deliberately allowed her cousin to rely on her, until Fu Fu Guiyin had no choice but to lean on her.

But without Fu Fu Guiyin's shares, Fu Hearing Fu Guiru could no longer control the Fu Company.

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru wasn't greedy, but she had always cherished a dream: to grow the Fu Company into something great, then return home in glory when mainland conditions improved.

Yet before she could turn the Fu Company into a business giant, she was about to lose control—how could she possibly return?

Like she had fifteen years ago—arriving alone, then returning with Xiao Ruo, broken and miserable?

Falling leaves return to their roots—it sounds like a blessing, but who knows how many regrets and sorrows fill that empty suitcase?

Seeing Fu Hearing Fu Guiru lost in thought, Pei Pei Wencong smiled: "We've done our research. Given the Fu Company's current operations, there's a clear need for new capital."

"So increasing capital benefits us both—it's all about mutual gain!"

But Fu Hearing Fu Guiru said: "I'm truly sorry, Mr. Pei, but we have no intention of diluting shares. I'm afraid we'll have to disappoint you."

"If you find this unsuitable, you may consider suing us—or find another buyer for the shares."

Sue you? No way—I wouldn't dare anger the God of Wealth, let alone his mother.

Sell shares? Are you joking? If I let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip, Heaven itself might invite me for tea.

Pei Pei Wencong had planned so many strategies in advance—how could he possibly let go of forty-five percent of shares, bought as easily as a pie falling from the sky?

So he thought for a moment and said: "Ms. Fu, I firmly believe increasing capital benefits us both, but perhaps it came too suddenly—you didn't fully grasp my meaning. Let's talk again tomorrow? Give each other time to consider."

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru looked at the "unbelievably agreeable" Pei Pei Wencong and slowly nodded.

"Fine."

Today had been too sudden. Fu Hearing Fu Guiru couldn't make sense of the situation and couldn't respond properly.

Pei Pei Wencong stood, smiled at everyone, and walked out on his own.

Gao Gao Litang didn't follow Pei Pei Wencong out—he turned to Fu Fu Guiyin: "Miss Fu, we've completed your commission. Let's settle now."

Fu Fu Guiyin panted heavily, glaring at Gao Gao Litang, wanting to lash out—but felt morally in the wrong.

She had sold her shares for twenty million; after deducting Gao Gao Litang's twenty percent commission, she still walked away with sixteen million—a very good price.

But why did it still feel like a loss?

Four million! Gao Gao Litang had made four million in just a few days—why?

But loan sharks were ruthless; though her cousin had the skill to match him, getting Gao Gao Litang to return the four million was impossible.

In the end, Fu Fu Guiyin helplessly accepted the deal.

Yet suddenly holding over ten million in cash left her feelings complicated—some melancholy, some giddy, some brimming with pride.

After everyone left, Fu Hearing Fu Guiru sighed and whispered: "Fu Guiyin, go talk to Mr. Pei."

"See if you can take a loss and get back some shares—at least twenty percent."

"Take a loss? Twenty percent?"

Fu Fu Guiyin suddenly narrowed her eyes, her gaze flickering: "Tell me—if I were to win over Mr. Pei, would I still be taking a loss?"

Though Fu Hearing Fu Guiru had dealt with her cousin for over a decade, she could never predict which wire her sister's mind would connect to next.

"Fu Guiyin, I told you to talk to Mr. Pei about repurchasing shares at a premium—not to flirt with him. Someone like him would never sacrifice profit for love."

"Sister, if it's about business, I'm no match for you. But when it comes to reading men, you're no match for me."

Fu Fu Guiyin lifted her chin, dripping with confidence: "Think about why he spent twenty million to be a fool. Look at how he cowered before you just now—how obvious is it?"

"He's a crude nouveau riche, maybe even a virgin who's never touched a woman. All I need to do is make a small move… hehehehe~"

"Just watch, sister—I'm the one who'll save the Fu Company."

Fu Fu Guiyin strode out in her high heels, tap-tap-tapping. First she went to nap, then got a facial, and didn't head straight for Pei Pei Wencong's hotel until five p. m., ready to sweep him off his feet with a flawless combo.

But forty minutes later, Fu Fu Guiyin came storming down, teeth clenched, furious, her face twisted so badly her foundation cracked and peeled off.

"Clueless fool, ignorant pig! Just you wait!"

……

After returning to the hotel, Pei Pei Wencong called the Shenzhen Factory No. 7's Beijing office to contact Li Ye for advice.

"Hey, Brother Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng, could you find Li Ye for me? Tell him I need to talk—he should wait for my call in two hours."

"Oh, no problem. But Old Pei, you can call directly to Zaojunmiao Sihe Academy—I just had a phone installed there. Write down the number."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Pei Pei Wencong scribbled the number, smiling. "The mainland's telecom market is developing fast—this'll only get more convenient."

"Yeah, it'll definitely get more convenient!"

Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng chuckled in agreement but offered no further explanation.

In 1984, Beijing's phone installation rules had loosened somewhat, but for a place like Zaojunmiao, it still took multiple officials to approve—and Watching Watching Watching Jin Peng had given away plenty of cigarettes and drinks to make it happen.

Pei Pei Wencong had scheduled his call for five p. m., but didn't dial until 5:40, restless and agitated.

The moment the line connected, Li Ye's voice came coldly: "What's wrong, Old Pei? Did the long-distance operators go on strike? Why so long?"

"Mr. Li, I'm truly sorry—Miss Fu came by earlier and delayed me for a long time."

"Miss Fu?" Li Ye paused. "What did she want?"

"She… she seemed to be trying to seduce me."

Silence on the other end. After several seconds, Li Ye's voice came icy: "Did you fall for it?"

Pei Pei Wencong froze—he suddenly realized he'd made a grave mistake. Some people were absolutely off-limits.

He'd never met her, but Li Ye had a sister.

He hurried to explain: "Of course not! Fu Fu Guiyin's infamous for being promiscuous—clearly a seasoned player. How could I fall for her? But she's a nuisance—I had to work hard to get rid of her."

Silence again. Then Li Ye said, with clear disdain: "You struggled with something this simple? No wonder you've been single for thirty years. Just tell her you only like eighteen-year-olds."

"In one minute, you'll crush her pride to dust—see if she still clings to you? What a waste of effort. Useless."

Pei Pei Wencong blinked, then chuckled awkwardly: "That's not very polite, is it?"

After all, she was related to Li Ye—Pei Pei Wencong had hesitated, which was why he'd wasted forty minutes with Fu Fu Guiyin.

"Unpolite? You're stating facts—how is that impolite? Next time you see her, say even nineteen-year-olds are too old. Don't waste time on trivialities."

"Alright, alright. But today I ran into another problem—Ms. Fu Hearing Fu Guiru is extremely hostile toward me. Should we bring in a professional team?"

Pei Pei Wencong described the day's events, emphasizing Fu Hearing Fu Guiru's firm stance.

Bringing in a professional team meant bloodshed—Li Ye's approval was mandatory.

Li Ye thought for a moment: "Take it slow. First dilute your stake to forty-nine percent. Once the mainland market grows, then pursue full control."

"Understood. I'll handle it quickly."

Pei Pei Wencong chatted with Li Ye a while longer, then hung up easily.

【Forty-nine percent? Hah, Boss, you're calculating.】

Pei Pei Wencong immediately left the hotel with his assistant to find Fu Hearing Fu Guiru—but she refused to let him in, insisting they discuss matters at the company.

"True to her name—loyal and righteous!"

Pei Pei Wencong sighed, then thought of Li Ye and muttered: "Bloodline inheritance—no doubt about it."

……

The next day, Pei Pei Wencong arrived early at the Fu Company and met Fu Hearing Fu Guiru, visibly worn out.

"Please don't close the door."

Sleepless overnight, Fu Hearing Fu Guiru insisted the office door remain open—to show she had no hidden agenda.

But Pei Pei Wencong won her over in five minutes.

"Ms. Fu, I've consulted headquarters. They've agreed that after capital increase, we'll hold no less than forty-nine point five percent of shares—that's our maximum goodwill."

"Forty-nine point five percent? How much are you injecting?"

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru's face remained calm, but her vigilance eased—Pei Pei Wencong didn't seem to be seeking control anytime soon.

And given the Fu Company's current state, eliminating her cousin's "pocket money" while gaining fresh capital might truly be a blessing in disguise.

"Five million. This amount has been approved by our senior management—non-negotiable."

Looking at Pei Pei Wencong's calm expression, Fu Hearing Fu Guiru frowned deeply, then slowly nodded.

She had no choice. Last night, her cousin Fu Fu Guiyin had called, cursing her for hours—clearly had ruined everything. In times like these, patching things up was impossible.

Seeing Fu Hearing Fu Guiru nod, Pei Pei Wencong smiled: "Then it's settled—we'll inject five million U. S. dollars for forty-nine point five percent of shares."

"Of course, to ensure smooth cooperation going forward, we hope you'll retain your own four percent stake."

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru: "."

【I'll obviously keep my four percent—but did you just say… dollars?】

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru's heart pounded at 120 beats per minute.

But it wasn't over—Pei Pei Wencong continued: "Ms. Fu, our Saisi Company has strong confidence in the mainland's beverage market and plans to seek investment opportunities in Pengcheng."

"We hope you'll gather information on advanced production lines and await our next phase of expansion plans."

"Pengcheng? The interior of Zhonghua."

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru opened her mouth in surprise, then quickly closed it and lowered her head to hide her nervousness.

She wasn't ready to return to the interior—this was far too soon!

"Yes, we plan to invest in Pengcheng because its surrounding environment is superior. Of course, after setting up production there, we will certainly establish sales offices in other provinces."

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru: "..."

"We've done some research on Fu Corporation and hold great respect for your abilities. As for your salary, feel free to suggest your expectations—we can help you secure approval in the board meeting."

Fu Hearing Fu Guiru was completely stunned; she thought Pei Pei Wencong's current demeanor resembled how the Japanese bribed traitors.

"Tap-tap-tap~"

The rapid clatter of high heels rushed in from outside, cutting short Fu Hearing Fu Guiru's thoughts.

Fu Fu Guiyin swept in, her voluminous curls swinging as she flicked her hair back with a sharp motion, her eyes smoldering, electric.

"Hi~ Mr. Pei, we agreed yesterday to continue our talk today. Did you really come this early?"

Pei Pei Wencong, overwhelmed by the heavy perfume, swallowed hard—and choked.

He genuinely disliked Fu Fu Guiyin. She thought herself irresistibly charming, but in Pei Pei Wencong's eyes, after investigating Fu Corporation, she was little more than a socialite.

Do real socialites even have monthly allowances? Don't they spend endlessly without ever running out?

So Pei Pei Wencong truly hoped he'd never see Fu Fu Guiyin again.

Thus, he decided to follow Li Ye's advice and settle it once and for all.

Otherwise, if he made a mistake and ended up as Li Ye's uncle-in-law, Li Ye would probably break his legs.

"Cough—very sorry, Miss Fu. I prefer spending time with eighteen-year-old girls. Really sorry. Very sorry."

"Eighteen? Mr. Pei, you're hilarious. A woman's prime years are thirty to forty."

"No no no," Pei Pei Wencong said at once: "Miss Fu, you're wrong. Actually, women start aging at nineteen."

Pei Pei Wencong suddenly felt cold.

He turned around and saw that Fu Hearing Fu Guiru's gaze had turned distinctly odd.

"I didn't mean it like that..."