As dusk fell, the exquisitely charming antique-style garden on the outskirts of Jiangcheng gradually returned to tranquility.
After concluding this absurd yet extremely enjoyable romantic entanglement, Su Bai settled down Chen Yusheng and Zhou Jialu, who were so exhausted they didn't even want to move a finger, and took his Panamera back to the center of Jiangcheng alone.
He had business to attend to tonight.
A few days ago, Lu Yuning made a bold claim to cover all the haute couture clothing for his future children. This not only gave Su Bai an excellent idea for burning money but also prompted him to immediately have Xia Lin look for suitable acquisition targets in the market.
After all, building the world's top baby and children's brand from scratch—setting up production lines and distribution channels—was too slow. The simplest and most brutal method was to directly acquire a company with a good foundation but currently in trouble, and then give it a thorough overhaul.
At seven in the evening, inside a VIP private room of a top-tier private kitchen restaurant in central Jiangcheng.
As the operations director of a local high-end maternal and baby products company called First Generation, Lin Hui was currently sitting on pins and needles, constantly checking his watch.
The premium Da Hong Pao tea on the table had been refilled with hot water three times, yet he hadn't been able to take a single sip.
Lin Hui was nearing forty this year. It should have been an age of career success, but right now, his slightly weathered face was covered in thick gloom and deep exhaustion.
His heart was filled with sorrow.
Just half a month ago, their founder and big boss, having failed in a private leveraged investment outside, actually absconded with all the remaining liquid funds in the company's accounts, fleeing abroad overnight!
He left behind a massive mess.
Suppliers were pressing for payments, distributors were staging a mutiny, and the factory workers were still waiting for their wages.
If they couldn't find a new investor to inject capital this week, this maternal and baby company—into which he had poured five years of his blood, sweat, and tears, and which originally had an excellent reputation in the industry—would face the tragic fate of a completely broken capital chain and forced bankruptcy liquidation.
Lin Hui had run his legs off these past few days, begging everyone he could, but those shrewd venture capital firms shut the door in his face without a second glance the moment they heard it was a mess left by a runaway boss.
Tonight's dinner was only made possible because he had pulled countless strings and called in numerous favors just to get in touch with White Night Venture Capital.
I heard this mysterious boss of White Night Venture Capital has a sharp eye and is generous with his money... I hope he can lend us a hand for the sake of First Generation's high-quality patents and production lines, Lin Hui prayed silently in his heart.
Click.
The door to the private room was pushed open.
Lin Hui stood up as if electrocuted, quickly putting on a humble, ingratiating smile as he went to greet him. However, when he got a clear look at the person walking in, he froze instantly.
The person who walked in was a young man wearing simple haute couture casual wear. He was tall, straight, and exuded an extremely calm and composed aura.
Too young!
Looking at Su Bai's face, which even retained a bit of a college student's youthfulness yet radiated the unquestionable authority of someone in power, the flicker of hope that had just ignited in Lin Hui's heart was instantly doused with a bucket of freezing water.
Sorrow, an even deeper sorrow welled up in his heart.
Does a rich second-generation playboy of this age really understand the cruelty of the maternal and baby market? He's just playing around with his family's money. How could he possibly be willing to take over a mess on the verge of bankruptcy where the original boss absconded with the funds? Lin Hui thought despairingly, his smile turning a bit more bitter.
Director Lin, right? Have a seat.
Su Bai walked over to the seat of honor and sat down, taking control as the host with extreme naturalness, pointing to the chair opposite him.
You... you are Mr. Su? Lin Hui swallowed hard and forced himself to sit down, pulling a thick business plan out of his briefcase. Mr. Su, this is the asset evaluation and future...
No need to look at this fluff.
Su Bai raised his hand to interrupt him, his gaze calm yet extremely piercing. Xia Lin has already shown me the due diligence report on your company. You have twelve core patents and two dust-free factories around Jiangcheng that fully meet EU environmental standards. It's just that due to the original boss's personal reasons, the capital chain broke, and you currently have a debt of 12 million, correct?
Lin Hui shuddered all over.
He hadn't expected that this excessively young Mr. Su in front of him wouldn't even need to look at his sugar-coated business plan. The moment he opened his mouth, he struck right at the heart of the matter, stripping their company's bottom line completely bare.
Y-yes, Mr. Su, Lin Hui smiled bitterly, like a deflated balloon. But I can guarantee with my character that our product quality and R&D team are absolutely top-tier in the country. As long as we have...
As long as you have money, you can come back to life.
Su Bai leaned back in his chair, his long fingers gently tapping the table. Since I've taken a liking to your foundation, I won't waste words. I want absolute 100 percent controlling rights of your company. The current R&D team and frontline factory workers will all be retained. As for the former management, everyone except you can get lost.
Lin Hui's eyes widened, his breathing quickening.
One hundred percent control? This was equivalent to swallowing the company whole! But right now, besides being swallowed, they simply had no other path to take.
Then... Mr. Su, how much... do you plan to inject? Lin Hui asked, his voice trembling. In his view, if the investor could help pay off the 10-plus million debt and give a few million to keep the factory running, he would be thanking the heavens.
Su Bai picked up his teacup and gently blew on the floating tea leaves, his tone as plain as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner tonight.
For the first round of financing, I'll put in 50 million. Pay off the debts first. All the remaining money will be used to upgrade the production lines and laboratories. I want you to research and develop new fabrics and products for me according to the strictest global standards.
F-fifty million?!
Lin Hui's hand trembled, almost knocking over the teacup in front of him.
He stared intently at Su Bai, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears. A broken company on the verge of bankruptcy, with a valuation that might not even reach 20 million, and the first wave of investment was a straight 50 million?!
Looking at Lin Hui's expression as if he had been struck by lightning, shocked beyond measure, Su Bai merely smiled faintly.
Lin Hui simply couldn't imagine that this 50 million was not even a drop in the bucket for Su Bai.
This 50 million was only because the system determined that the current scale of the First Generation company was too small, triggering the short-term single investment limit of the God-Level Cashback System for enterprises of this tier.
Once this 50 million was spent and the company's scale and evaluation rating went up, the quota for the next wave of capital injection would explode exponentially!
Moreover, what Lin Hui couldn't possibly imagine was just how terrifying the true wealth of the young man sitting in front of him was.
With the continuous accumulation of various daily consumption cashbacks over this period, cash rewards from racing skills, and dividends from White Night Venture Capital's investment projects...
The absolutely clean liquid funds available at any time in Su Bai's personal account had quietly surpassed the terrifying level of one billion!
One billion in cash flow!
In Jiangcheng, even for those top-tier wealthy families worth tens of billions, pulling together one billion in pure cash overnight would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
But for Su Bai, this was nothing more than a string of numbers that continued to jump and increase every single day.
"Mr. Su... are... are you joking?" Lin Hui's eyes turned red with excitement, his voice choking up. With this fifty million, not only could First Generation be brought back from the brink of death, but it could even instantly leap to become a new powerhouse in the domestic maternal and infant industry!
"Tomorrow morning, Xia Lin will bring the legal team to go through the merger and acquisition process with you."
Su Bai stood up and straightened his cuffs. "Remember what I just said. I want the absolute best products in the world. Don't try to save me money; that would be the most foolish thing to do."
Leaving behind these incredibly domineering words, Su Bai pushed the door open and walked out of the private room, leaving Lin Hui sitting there alone, staring blankly at the prospect of an unimaginable fifty million fortune, too shocked to recover his senses for a long, long time.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
