Two Percent Equity

"Xiao Fei, stop calling me Sister Cheng all the time. It always makes me feel a bit flustered. Just call me Weiyang," Cheng Weiyang said.

"Alright."

Xiao Fei smiled and nodded, then looked at Xia Fei and said, "Young Master Xia, I'll have to trouble you to arrange for a professional to come over. They can guide Weiyang for a while and teach her how to be a good assistant."

"No problem, Xiao Fei. Leave it to me," Xia Fei said, patting his chest.

Soon, the group continued to stroll around the place, allowing Xiao Fei to become more familiar with it.

"Xiao Fei, are you hungry? How about we head back? I bought groceries this morning and can cook for you when we get back," Zhou Ping'an asked around noon.

"I really am a bit hungry."

Xiao Fei rubbed her stomach, then looked at Cheng Weiyang. "Weiyang, you should come too. I moved to a new place recently, like I told you. You haven't been there yet, so this is a good chance to learn the way. It'll be more convenient if you need to find me for anything in the future."

"Okay." Cheng Weiyang nodded.

She did know that Xiao Fei had moved; the latter had texted her about it.

At the time, she just assumed Xiao Fei had found a cheaper place to rent, but looking at things now, she was probably living in a grand villa.

Besides, just as Xiao Fei said, she needed to know the way so that she could go look for her in person if she couldn't reach her by phone.

Before long, the group arrived outside the lobby on the ground floor of the company building.

Zhong Mingyuan drove the car over.

Because they had to bring Cheng Weiyang along, three people would have to squeeze into the back seat. Afraid that Weiyang would be uncomfortable, Xiao Fei simply decided to drive the car herself and let Cheng Weiyang sit in the passenger seat.

The three men—Xia Fei, Zhou Ping'an, and Zhong Mingyuan—happened to squeeze into the back.

"Xiao Fei, why don't you change cars? This car of yours is too small. In the future, if Young Master Qin also tags along when we go out, we really won't be able to fit," Zhong Mingyuan suggested.

Xiao Fei thought for a moment and nodded. "That works. The commercial van you drove in the capital a couple of days ago was pretty nice, but I don't know if it's expensive..."

Hearing this, everyone didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Zhou Ping'an said, "Xiao Fei, you're a big boss worth billions now. It's just a car, and you don't even need to buy one. Our Lanmeng Group just happens to have several newly arrived vehicles. They're all seven- and eight-seater commercial vans, completely brand new. I'll call my mom later and have her send two over."

"No, there's no need for two. One is enough," Xiao Fei quickly said.

Zhou Ping'an was actually playing a psychological trick. He was afraid Xiao Fei would refuse, so he deliberately offered two, letting her bargain it down to one.

He had really been feeling a bit stifled these past few days. When they were in the capital, Zhong Mingyuan was the one constantly showing off.

After returning to Liu City, it was Xia Fei. Now, it was finally his turn to show off, right?

"Once we switch to the new car, Weiyang, you can drive this current one of mine. It'll be more convenient for you when you need to go out for work," Xiao Fei said.

"Okay, thank you, Xiao Fei," Cheng Weiyang nodded happily.

Soon, they returned to the villa.

When Cheng Weiyang saw that Xiao Fei's new home was actually the most luxurious villa owned by the company, she was shocked once again.

This villa could absolutely be considered one of the most top-tier properties in Liu City.

However, thinking about how even the entire company now belonged to Xiao Fei, what did a mere villa amount to?

"Brother."

In the living room, Qin Ning had already come downstairs and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"You're back," Qin Ning responded with a smile and a nod.

"Brother, this is Cheng Weiyang, my best friend. I've mentioned her to you before," Xiao Fei introduced.

"Hello, Young Master Qin."

Cheng Weiyang greeted him politely. "Although this is our first time meeting, I actually went to the hospital with Xiao Fei to visit you a few times before."

On the way here, she had heard some things about Qin Ning from Xiao Fei, Zhou Ping'an, and the others. She also understood that Xiao Fei's sudden transformation into someone with her current status had a lot to do with this brother of hers.

She just didn't understand—hadn't Qin Ning been lying in a hospital bed for five years? Why did he suddenly have such immense power after waking up?

"Hello."

Qin Ning smiled. "Xiao Fei has mentioned you to me as well. Thank you for taking care of her over the past few years."

"Young Master Qin, you guys chat. I'll go prepare lunch now," Zhou Ping'an said.

"I'll help you wash the vegetables."

"I'll help you chop them."

Xia Fei and Zhong Mingyuan also followed along, wanting to find something to do.

"Get lost. We agreed on a division of labor. One of you drives, the other cleans. The kitchen is my domain, and you still want to steal it?" Zhou Ping'an said.

Zhong Mingyuan spoke up, "Look what time it is. Xiao Fei and Young Master Qin must be starving. How long will it take you to do it all by yourself? If the two of us help, won't it be much faster?"

"That makes sense. We can't let Young Master Qin and Xiao Fei go hungry." Zhou Ping'an frowned and nodded seriously.

Not long after they entered the kitchen, Gu Siyu arrived at the door.

"Xiao Fei, did you go check out the new company today?"

"Yes, Sister Gu."

Xiao Fei smiled and nodded, then introduced her. "Sister Gu, this is Cheng Weiyang, my best friend. She is currently acting as my assistant. In the future, a lot of the company's affairs will probably be handed over to her to handle. I plan to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with your company. If you're willing, you can negotiate with her when the time comes."

"Hello, Weiyang. That's a very beautiful name. I'm Gu Siyu." She politely extended her hand.

"Hello, Sister Gu."

Cheng Weiyang seemed a bit nervous.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Fei beside her couldn't help but laugh. "Weiyang, don't be nervous. In the future, when I'm not around, you'll be the one in charge of the company. I plan to give you some shares."

"How could I accept that?" Cheng Weiyang was astonished.

For a company worth billions, even if she were only given 0.1 percent of the shares, wouldn't that still be worth several millions or nearly ten million?

"I say it's fine, so it's fine. Anyway, I'm just going to be a hands-off boss from now on. You're going to have a lot on your plate. I'll give you two percent of the shares, so I'll be leaving the company's affairs in your hands."

Two percent!

Hearing this, Cheng Weiyang almost fainted from shock.

The current Feiya Group had a total value of around five billion.

Wouldn't two percent be one hundred million?

Heavens!

She was originally just a small employee in the company. How could she ever dare to imagine that one day, her net worth would actually exceed a hundred million? This was something she wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Xiao Fei said with a serious face, "Weiyang, I know your family isn't wealthy either, and your parents' health has always been poor. Over the years, you've sent most of your salary back home for their medicine and medical bills. But even so, you've still helped me so much all these years. I actually feel like two percent is too little. How about I add..."

"No, don't add any more, Xiao Fei. Two percent is already a lot. Thank you." Her eyes grew a little moist, her heart deeply moved.

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