Chapter 410: Chapter 410

When Wan Chu’er slowly woke up, she found herself lying in her room’s bed, with Xiao Bai and Yan Hui anxiously looking at her.

"Chuchu, how are you feeling?" Yan Hui asked.

Wan Chu’er thought of the previous article, and the malicious attacks against Bai Zhixi and Wan Shiguo within it, feeling waves of heartache. She slowly shook her head and asked, "Where are Chuanqi and Hunter?"

Yan Hui immediately said, "Don’t worry, they’re downstairs, with Xiao Yu and Xiao Liu watching over them."

Wan Chu’er breathed a sigh of relief, trying to sit up, when Xiao Bai and Yan Hui quickly helped her up.

Yan Hui guiltily said, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shown you this."

Wan Chu’er smiled and said, "Thank you, you must have put in a lot of effort to intercept this article, right?"

Yan Hui shook his head and said nothing, only to see Xiao Bai unable to contain his anger, punching the desk with a loud thud.

"That’s freaking vicious, if we were in Wutong, I’d kill them!" he gritted his teeth furiously.

Unfortunately, this is Beijing, where casually anyone who comes forward is a second-generation, with every move potentially affecting the whole.

Yan Hui gave a cold laugh, then said, "You are just too reckless, too full of yourselves. Behind Thunder, not to mention the Crown Prince, even foreign capital is not something to be trifled with.

Do you think there are so many deaths and wars in the world without their shadow behind every global tragedy, let alone the small IT market in China?"

"They are determined to win, whoever stands in their way will wait to be wiped out. This is also because Liang Siruo, considering our friendship, showed it to me first; otherwise, what you would be seeing now is an overwhelming attack online, not to mention in newspapers and magazines."

Newspapers and magazines still have a significant influence nowadays.

Xiao Bai asked in a heavy tone, "What do they want?"

Yan Hui fell silent for a moment before responding, "Seventy percent of Hailang’s shares."

Xiao Bai laughed mockingly, "Why don’t they take all of it? Swallowing it all would save so much trouble."

"Your turmoil has not been all bad, Hailang and you have caused some splashes, they don’t want to complicate matters further, willing for you to continue as the front-man CEO, just like Liang Siruo."

"Damn it!" Xiao Bai swore loudly, pushed to this extent, they still wanted him to work for them.

Yan Hui stated calmly, "This is the business world, a bloodless kill."

As much as they were unwilling, they had to accept reality. Wan Chu’er could not imagine the consequences of such a vicious article appearing online and in print.

Although the content above was nonsense, she, her deceased parents, Xiao Bai, and even the Jiang Family and her grandfather would become the nation’s laughing stock.

What use would clarifications be afterward? Since ancient times, good deeds have never gone beyond the gate, while bad deeds have traveled a thousand miles; people only wish to talk about the false, dirty things, and very few care about the truth.

Wan Chu’er could not bear such consequences.

Xiao Bai also didn’t want Wan Chu’er to face such a harsh reality.

In the end, after discussing, Yan Hui kept twenty percent, Xiao Bai kept ten percent, Wan Chu’er kept none of her shares, giving them all to Thunder.

"Leave the rest to us; you rest well at home," said Yan Hui as he comforted Wan Chu’er before rushing off, carefully taking the document with him.

Xiao Bai grunted for a while, then said, "Chuchu, wait for your brother to avenge you."

Wan Chuchu panicked, "What are you thinking of doing? Don’t do something foolish like a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an egg hitting a rock."

Xiao Bai smiled, "Do you think I’m that foolish? Since they want me to continue as the CEO of Hailang, I will keep at it. I understand the spirit of Gou Jian lying on firewood and tasting bile. I don’t believe our country will let them be arrogant forever, there’s bound to be an opportunity."

Wan Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn’t something foolish, she had no mind to think about anything else and waved her hand, saying, "Be careful."

"If you find Beijing too bothersome, you can go to the Northwest and look for Jiang Kechu," Xiao Bai added at the end, feeling that at this time, Wan Chuchu might need Jiang Kechu’s company more.

After hearing about this, Old Sir Zhong was so furious he smashed a marble paperweight and immediately went to speak with the Crown Prince’s family elder. The two elders talked behind closed doors for three hours.

When Old Sir Zhong came out, he said to Yan Hui, "Go sign the contract."

The issue was resolved swiftly. A week later, the share transfer was completed. Thunder sold seventy percent of its shares for ten billion, and Xiao Bai signed a three-year "slavery" contract with an annual salary of two million, which was considered a high salary in the early twenty-first century.

Of that ten billion, Wan Chuchu got 2.5 billion, and the rest was split between Yan Hui and Xiao Bai.

Aside from a few industry insiders, not many knew about the acquisition of Hailang’s shares by Thunder, let alone the average netizens.

A month after the acquisition was completed, you could still see on the internet a group of people firmly resolved to defend Hailang and continue the fight against Thunder.

"Idiots." Xiao Bai cursed with a laugh, not sure if he was scolding himself or the die-hard fans of Hailang.

However, since then, neither Wan Chuchu, Xiao Bai, nor any of Hailang’s employees made any related posts online anymore. Later, some universities reached out to invite Xiao Bai for speeches, but Xiao Bai declined them all politely.

Still, the legend of Xiao Bai lingered on the internet, and people continued to bring him up in conversations with relish.

Jiang Lingling was oblivious to these events. She later would often come asking Wan Chuchu:

"Sister-in-law, when are we going to stir things up again? I see that the heat on the internet is cooling down. Xiao Bai’s speeches can’t stop, why don’t we go to my alma mater for a speech? My junior brothers and sisters are really looking forward to it."

Wan Chuchu replied indifferently, "It’s all been settled, no need for speeches anymore."

Jiang Lingling let out a disappointed "ah," as the few days she had scurried about with Wan Chuchu were the most fulfilling of her life.

After thinking for a while, Wan Chuchu said, "Go pick a piece of clothing for yourself at the mall, I’ll pay for it. Consider it your compensation for these days."

Hearing that she could pick out a dress, Jiang Lingling’s eyes lit up. After she confirmed with Wan Chuchu that she could choose any dress she wanted, she hurried to the mall.

She wanted to pick a beautiful gown, then have a romantic candlelit dinner with Xiao Bai.

In the end, she chose a dress worth over a hundred thousand, and Wan Chuchu generously paid for it.

"Sister-in-law, next time you need a sidekick, definitely remember me," Jiang Lingling said beaming.

Wan Chuchu chuckled, "There’s no such thing as a free lunch."

Jiang Lingling pouted, then mentioned, "Um, my parents along with my second uncle and aunt want you to move back and live in the compound."

She felt that Wan Chuchu was reminding her about the terms of the agreement, so she brought up the matter.

Wan Chuchu didn’t take it seriously at all—where she wanted to live was none of their business.