Chen Zheng fell silent for a moment, then slowly stated his terms. "I already own 30% of Lanluo Purple's shares, so that's enough for me. However, I want to obtain 70% of all profits from the Beauty Cream!"

"Haha, Mr. Chen, are you joking?" Pan Ziying said.

"I am not," Chen Zheng replied calmly.

Pan Ziying stood up abruptly and slapped the table, her eyes flashing with anger. "Mr. Chen, as a shareholder of Lanluo Purple, you should understand that such an unrealistic demand is unacceptable."

"First, the specific effects of the Beauty Cream have not yet been verified. Second, the 5% stake is already a sign of our respect."

"I hope you understand that Lanluo Purple belongs to everyone. We should not harm the company's interests for personal gain."

Chen Zheng shot a sideways glance at Pan Ziying, his voice low and firm. "My terms will not change, no matter who tries to persuade me. I understand your doubts about the Beauty Cream, but I believe that once it hits the market, Lanluo Purple's market value will skyrocket."

"Double? That's pure fantasy!" Pan Ziying exclaimed.

Chen Zheng didn't respond, merely shrugging as if everything was going according to his plan. It was irrelevant to him whether the Beauty Cream sold or not, as he stood to lose nothing.

Pan Ziying came to her senses and stated firmly, "Mr. Chen, we cannot accept your terms."

"As you please," Chen Zheng replied nonchalantly.

Pan Ziying shook her head and walked out of the private room. As she reached the door, she stopped and emphasized again, "Mr. Chen, I hope you will reconsider. 5% of the shares is already a huge fortune."

"I've already considered it very carefully," Chen Zheng answered without hesitation.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for making a choice. You have received the following reward: 10% of Lanluo Purple's shares.]

Just like that, Chen Zheng's stake in Lanluo Purple quietly jumped to a staggering 40%, a holding valued at 400 billion yuan.

Pan Ziying paused for a moment before leaving with Zhu Tuyuan. Chen Zheng also stepped out of the private room and walked away from the grand hotel.

At this moment, on the top floor of the hotel, Pan Ziying was on a video call with members of an international conference.

"Director Pan, how are the negotiations progressing?" a blond, blue-eyed man asked from the conference room.

"He rejected our proposal and put forth a condition of his own!"

"Oh? What is it?"

"He doesn't want more shares. Instead, he's demanding 70% of the Beauty Cream's profits!"

"My God!"

"Did I hear that right?"

"Indeed!"

"That's unbelievable! Tell him we are prepared to overlook his use of power against Yan Shuiyu, but only if he accepts our terms. Otherwise, we will take forceful measures to buy back his shares!"

"Understood," Pan Ziying responded decisively.

The call ended, and with it, the conversation with headquarters.

Zhu Tuyuan looked completely perplexed. He asked, "Director Pan, are we really going to comply with the headquarters' decision?" His gaze was fixed on Pan Ziying, as if searching for an answer in her eyes.

Pan Ziying said softly, "Do you not trust my decision?"

Words failed Zhu Tuyuan, and he could only shake his head. He knew they had to follow Pan Ziying's decision.

So, he said in a low voice, "Let's try again tomorrow."

Pan Ziying nodded slightly, accepting his suggestion. She knew they had no other choice.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a new day dawned.

In the early morning, a graceful woman emerged from the arrivals gate at Yun City Airport. Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, dancing in the wind. Her eyes, deep and captivating, were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. She wore towering stiletto heels that looked as sharp as a sword's edge.

A luxurious Range Rover was waiting for her. She walked directly to the back seat and got in.

The Range Rover slowly drove away, and only then did people's gazes gradually shift away from her.

"Miss, where would you like to go?" the bodyguard in the driver's seat asked respectfully.

"The Garden Villa," the woman said indifferently, taking off her sunglasses.

The bodyguard nodded silently, saying nothing more. However, he could see a complex light in her eyes: anticipation, surprise, and a trace of indefinable sorrow.

Meanwhile, Chen Zheng had just stepped into the living room of the Garden Villa when his phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the screen and saw it was Zhu Tuyuan.

Chen Zheng furrowed his brows but still answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Chen!" Zhu Tuyuan's voice sounded remarkably gentle.

"What is it?" Chen Zheng asked indifferently.

"Mr. Chen, President Pan wishes to meet with you again to discuss the matter of the Beauty Cream," Zhu Tuyuan answered respectfully.

"Oh? Has she agreed to my terms?" Chen Zheng asked curiously.

"I... I'm not sure about that," Zhu Tuyuan hesitated.

"Oh? In that case, there's no need. I'm busy."

Chen Zheng said this casually and ended the call. He was in no mood to get entangled with Lanluo Purple. Why make something that could be settled in two sentences so complicated?

On the top floor of the hotel, Pan Ziying frowned at Zhu Tuyuan. "Well? How did it go?"

Zhu Tuyuan shook his head slightly. "Mr. Chen said he's busy."

Pan Ziying's frown deepened. She was clearly displeased but kept her thoughts to herself. "Fine. We'll go to him directly."

After that, the two left the hotel, driving toward the Garden Villa.

Meanwhile, a Range Rover was speeding from the direction of the airport.

About half an hour later, both cars arrived at the gates of the Garden Villa simultaneously. Pan Ziying and the other woman stepped out of their vehicles at almost the same time.

"Oh? Zhuge Xiyu!" Pan Ziying's eyebrows raised slightly.

"President Pan, it's been a long time," Zhuge Xiyu responded with a smile. It was indeed her, the woman from the Range Rover.

After the recent turmoil, Yan Shuiyu's market value had plummeted. Most shareholders had sold their stakes, causing the company to fall from a top-tier enterprise to rock bottom. Zhuge Xiyu's goal this time was simple: to find the Beauty Cream that was being widely discussed online.

"Is Yan Shuiyu also planning to snatch the Beauty Cream from a shareholder of our Lanluo Purple?" Pan Ziying stared at Zhuge Xiyu, a hint of disdain flickering in her eyes.

She knew perfectly well that Chen Zheng was undoubtedly responsible for Yan Shuiyu's decline.

However, she couldn't understand why Zhuge Xiyu would still dare to provoke him. Still, she decided to face the challenge.

Even if I can't get the Beauty Cream, just seeing him would be worth it. This was Zhuge Xiyu's true desire, deep in her heart.

Seeing Zhuge Xiyu remain silent, Pan Ziying lost interest in the confrontation and turned to walk toward the villa.

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