Facing Zhu Lei’s straightforward words, Shen Yuan sipped his hot tea and pondered carefully. Zhu Lei wanted to win him over, concerned that if Shen Yuan sold his shares to others, it would alter his absolute control over the group, especially since Zhu Lei had reached his current age.
"Brother Shen, what I’m saying is, if you want to sell your shares, I will always be your first option."
Zhu Lei spoke calmly, "If you want to get involved in management, that’s fine too. Five years from now, once I retire, you’ll be the top executive of the group. Additionally, I’ll transfer a portion of my shares to you, so your stake will be higher than Chairman Sha’s."
Selling was definitely out of the question, and Shen Yuan hadn’t considered management... But listening to what Zhu Lei meant, it seemed the group was not as harmonious inside as the shareholders’ meeting yesterday had suggested.
It seemed as if there were two factions, one led by Zhu Lei and another by Sha Yongshan?
Indeed, the bigger the company, the fiercer the struggles… Why did System get me involved in this mess?
"Brother Zhu, let me think it over."
Shen Yuan didn’t rush to reply but tactically drank his tea.
Zhu Lei laughed "haha" twice, "There’s no hurry anyway. You’ve just arrived from Mu’s place; take some time to get used to it."
"There’s plenty of material about the group, which your little secretary took with her last time. The financial reports of recent years, the group’s development plans, as well as the shareholders’ list and backgrounds—when you have time, you should take a closer look."
"Right, I’ll definitely take a look."
After discussing business, the two exchanged pleasantries. Shen Yuan had dinner at Zhu Lei’s house, and to his surprise, Zhu Lei had a daughter at home—a mixed-race girl.
With a rather high nose bridge and brown eyes, she had typical Western features, along with a mane of golden wavy hair, looking quite like the Olympic champion Gu Ailing.
However, she looked quite young, probably around 19 or 20 years old.
"Her mother is American, and she recently took my son back to her hometown. My daughter grew up in China and has no attachment to the States, so she didn’t want to go back."
Zhu Lei explained, then looked at his daughter, "Qing Rou, this is daddy’s colleague; call him Uncle Shen."
"Uncle Shen?"
Zhu Qingrou raised her Liu Mei eyebrows and sized up Shen Yuan for a moment, "But he looks about the same age as me; are you sure you want me to call him uncle?"
With her Western appearance but fluent Chinese, Shen Yuan always felt it was a bit strange.
"It’s about seniority, not age."
Zhu Lei glanced at Zhu Qingrou, a hint of sternness flashing in his eyes.
"Oh."
With some reluctance, Zhu Qingrou said, "Uncle Shen."
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Being called an uncle by a girl his age felt weird to Shen Yuan, but he was quite pleased... He smiled in response, "Hello, my dear niece Qing Rou."
Zhu Qingrou’s mouth twitched, and after a while, when Zhu Lei wasn’t looking, she glared fiercely at Shen Yuan.
...
That evening, Shen Yuan declined Zhu Lei’s offer to stay overnight, taking with him a bag of early-harvest Huangshan Mao Feng tea and two bottles of zodiac Maotai as he said goodbye.
As Zhu Lei escorted Shen Yuan to the elevator, he returned to the house, picked up his phone, and dialed a number in Modu.
"Hello, Old Sha."
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"I’m here, Chairman Zhu."
Zhu Lei laughed out loud, "The younger generation is really something to be reckoned with now."
The voice on the other end paused for a moment, "What do you mean, Chairman Zhu?"
"Chairman Shen came to my place today, and I tried to gauge his interest for you. On the surface, he said he wasn’t interested in corporate management."
At this point, Zhu Lei paused.
Sha Yongshan’s tone became grave, "Chairman Zhu, you mean Shen Yuan is actually…?"
"Well, young people having ambition is understandable. Otherwise, why would he acquire these 15% of the shares? But I can only help you out this much; otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair."
Zhu Lei briefly spoke with Sha Yongshan and then hung up the phone, murmuring as he looked out the window, "Can’t blame me, though. I founded Mu from scratch, and honestly, I don’t feel at ease leaving it to your old man."