EBE Chapter 447 Han Xi will kill him!
Chapter 447 Han Xi will kill him!
Han Yi's voice changed. Though he harbored resentment, he knew the power dynamics of a local strongman and patiently said, "Let's talk this out... Money is not a problem... As for cooperation, I can certainly discuss it with you."
Ah Long raised an eyebrow, a satisfied smile on his face. Suddenly, he stood up, snatched the gun from the man behind him, and tapped his face with the barrel: "Talking to smart people is so much easier. In that case, let's talk... about cooperation."
Ah Long sat back down.
Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief; his temples were already soaked with sweat.
Ah Long raised his hand, the muzzle of his gun waved, and immediately someone brought him a document.
Ah Long took it and threw it directly in front of Han Yi: "Money is a small matter. I heard that you and Brother Bao are planning to start some new company. You know that our street gang has been forced to retreat again and again by the government over the years. Brother Bao wants to find a legitimate business to cover up, and that's exactly what I was thinking too."
Ah Long laughed, revealing his big gold teeth, which made Han Yi feel uneasy.
Ah Long: "I'll take 60% of the shares in the new company. I'll sign the agreement now, and I won't ask for the money back."
Sixty percent!
Han Yi was stunned, so shocked that he forgot to control his facial expressions.
He clenched his fist tightly, his hand trembling as he reached out to open the document. The more he read, the worse his expression became. He not only wanted 60% of the shares, but also the company's decision-making power. This was clearly robbery!
If he were to agree, wouldn't all the assets he painstakingly transferred be given away to these thugs for nothing?!
"Brother Long, isn't 60% of the shares... too much?"
Meeting Ah Long's increasingly cold gaze, Han Yi quickly said, "You know, this company doesn't belong to me alone. If I give you so much, I won't be able to explain it to the shareholders of Han's Group! I can offer you more as a token of my respect, but could you perhaps..."
"The Han family?"
Ah Long grinned, then suddenly his face turned icy, and he kicked over a chair. "You think I'm stupid?! This company has absolutely nothing to do with the Han family. You dare to shirk responsibility here for things you stole for your own benefit!"
Ah Long raised his hand, the dark muzzle of the gun pressed against Han Yi's forehead again. He leaned down, his face full of malice: "I thought you were a smart guy just now, but it seems you won't learn your lesson until you see blood, huh?!"
"Ah Long! Don't forget I'm a member of the Han family. You've messed with the Han family, and we won't let you get away with it!"
"Oh, threatening me?!"
Ah Long suddenly raised his gun and burst into laughter, "Hahaha, did you all see that? Third Master Han is actually threatening me!"
"Third Master Han, you know what, your Han family's status in China does indeed pose a slight threat to me."
Upon hearing this, Han Yi breathed a slight sigh of relief, and his face showed more confidence.
But the next moment, Ah Long changed the subject and smiled cruelly: "But who knew that Third Master Han was here with me? In the eyes of the Han family, Third Master Han should be in Mamba right now, right? I heard that Third Master Han went to Mamba to inspect the mining business on behalf of President Han, so how did he end up here?"
Han Yi's expression, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly tightened.
Ah Long sat back down opposite him and sneered, "Third Master Han, don't tell me you're no threat to me. Even if I kill you right here today, do you think the Han family will come after me? Can they even come after me?"
Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine.
This was his private matter, and he even made a special excuse with Han Xi to first detour to Mamba, coordinate with Lao Si, and then secretly travel to Singapore by boat.
Putting everything else aside, if Han Xi found out that he had taken so much money from the company's overseas projects over the years... Han Xi would kill him!
Han Yi felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Ah Long across from him. If Ah Long signed this document, wouldn't all his years of planning have been for naught?
Leaving aside whether he himself can swallow this insult, how is he supposed to explain things to his fourth brother when he goes back?
"Third Master, have you thought it through? I'm not like our Brother Bao; I've never been a patient person."
Ah Long blew on the muzzle of the gun, and with a flick of his right hand, the gun was chambered.
With the gun pointed directly at him, Han Yi's heart trembled violently: "Fine! I'll sign! I'll sign!"
Ah Long smiled with satisfaction, giving him a look that signaled him to hurry up.
It's okay, Han Yi comforted himself. As long as he was alive, there would be plenty of ways to get the shares back later.
These street thugs have no idea about business operations.
He still has 40% of the shares, and if he messes up two projects, he can make them too busy to care about anything else and force them to hand over their shares!
With that in mind, Han Yi quickly and shakily signed the document.
After signing, Ah Long whistled with satisfaction, then suddenly leaned close to Han Yi's ear: "That's a good boy. By the way, someone's been waiting for you for a long time."
Before Han Yi could react, the double doors to the conference room slowly opened.
The corridor lights outlined a tall and slender figure. Han Xi stood there with one hand in his pocket, his black down jacket open, revealing the sharp lines of his custom-made suit underneath, and his face maintained its usual calm expression.
"Third Uncle."
Han Xi's voice was as cold as ice, "Are you satisfied with the night view of Singapore?"
Han Yi was struck dumb, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground.
He didn't understand before that something that had been planned for a long time and should have been foolproof had suddenly turned into a riot by the street gangs, and the gang leader had even died at the hands of his own men.
The moment he saw Han Xi, he instantly understood everything: Boss Bao's death, Ah Long's sudden betrayal, this equity transfer agreement... it was all Han Xi's scheme!
"You.......you......."
Han Yi pointed at Han Xi, his finger trembling like a leaf in the wind.
Han Xi walked slowly into the conference room, his leather shoes tapping out a cold rhythm on the marble floor.
He reached out, and Ah Long respectfully handed him the share transfer agreement. Ah Long's slender fingers flipped it gently, and a smile curved his thin lips: "60%? Uncle is really generous."
Ah Long and his men had retreated to the side at some point, their appearance no longer showing any trace of the ferocity of street gangsters, but rather as docile as a flock of quails.
Han Yi then noticed, and his face turned pale with shock.
"You... are in cahoots? No! No... they're your people?!" Han Yi's voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.
Han Xi smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Don't you know Ah Long? He's from our Mamba mining area."
Han Yi was startled and looked sharply at A Long, as if he finally saw a familiar feeling on his face.
Han Xi took off his down jacket, casually straightened his cuffs, and sat down on the sofa: "Back then, he was falsely accused by his fourth uncle's men of hoarding minerals, beaten half to death, and then left to die in the rainforest."
Ah Long grinned, his gold teeth gleaming: "Brother Han gave me a second life."
Han Yi's face was ashen.
It turned out to be the case.
"You knew about my affair with your fourth uncle all along?"
Otherwise, there would be no way to explain Ah Long's situation.
"A gap of three hundred million US dollars, Uncle, how perfect must your people be for me to not notice?"