After saying this, Sun Dasheng's eyes dimmed a little.
He had always been the coolest kid in school from primary school to junior high school.
In high school, his family's fortunes declined.
All the eight villas that his mother had bought for him were sold by his father.
"Why don't you call them over? I'll treat everyone to this meal today!" Zhou Chen said with a smile as he sat on the chair.
"Forget it. I'm not that familiar with them either."
Sun Dasheng opened a bottle of Laoshan Beer and handed it to Zhou Chen.
He also opened a bottle for Yang Sen.
Yang Sen took the beer and said thank you.
Immediately after that, he stared eagerly at the seafood on the table and swallowed.
Sun Dasheng said, "Yang Sen, don't be polite. Eat as much as you like!"
"Hehe, then I really won't be polite!"
Yang Sen picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.
Sun Dasheng poured a glass of beer, raised his glass and said, "Let's have a toast!"
Zhou Chen and Yang Sen each poured a glass of wine too.
The three of them clinked their glasses and drank up in one go.
Sun Dasheng put down his glass and stared at Zhou Chen, asking, "How did you know about my identity?"
Zhou Chen curled up the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "That's not important. What's important is what kind of situation your family is in now?"
"Fifty million in debt!"
Sun Dasheng gave a bitter smile and gulped down nearly half of the bottle of beer.
"Damn it?"
"Fi... Fifty million?"
Yang Sen was dumbfounded, thinking he must have heard wrong.
Fifty million in debt.
How wealthy must his family have been when they weren't in debt?
Zhou Chen was sipping the sea cucumber soup and said calmly, "I can bring your family back to life."
Sun Dasheng stared at Zhou Chen blankly. After a full ten seconds, he said with a mixture of laughter and tears, "That's not a very funny joke!"
When his father was at his peak, his own highest wealth was only three million yuan.
To bring his family back to life, at least fifty million yuan of the financial hole needed to be filled.
Which seventeen- or eighteen-year-old rich second-generation could come up with fifty million?
Zhou Chen looked up, his dark eyes fixed on Sun Dasheng, and said seriously, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Sun Dasheng was stunned again: "Brother Chen... you... are also a rich second-generation?"
He did seem like one.
Brother Chen looked even more like a rich second-generation than those people he knew.
He was very generous in the dormitory.
He was calm and composed when facing Cao Ming and his gang.
He didn't even blink when paying protection money.
He was gentle and refined while eating a meal that cost thousands of yuan.
He must be a rich second-generation.
Could it be that he could really help his family get through this difficult time?
"Actually, I've long known that Brother Chen is a rich second-generation!"
Yang Sen was eating an Australian prawn and said with a grin, "I never expected that I, Yang Sen, could make friends with a rich second-generation in my lifetime!"
"Can't you just shut up?"
"Can't you even stop talking when you're eating?"
"I won't bring you out next time!"
Sun Dasheng gave Yang Sen an angry glare.
He clearly knew that his family was fifty million in debt, yet he was still here saying that he was a rich second-generation!
Yang Sen gave a sheepish smile and then buried his head to continue eating the prawns.
At this moment, Zhou Chen said, "Ask your father if he has any intention of transferring the company out."
"He's wanted to transfer it out for a long time already, but there's been no one to take it over."
"If no one takes it over in a few more months, my father will have to apply for bankruptcy."
Sun Dasheng, with a face full of sorrow, grabbed the beer bottle and drank up the remaining more than half of the bottle.
Yang Sen immediately opened a new bottle for Sun Dasheng: "Brother Monkey is a heavy drinker!"
Sun Dasheng was too lazy to pay attention to Yang Sen. He stared at Zhou Chen, full of hope, and said, "You can find a way to acquire the semiconductor company, right?"
If someone acquired the company, there was still hope to pay off the bank debts and his family could live a stable life.
But if bankruptcy is applied for, the company's equipment and factory buildings can only be sold at a low price. Father has already evaluated the assets of the company's equipment, and it's estimated to be worth about thirty-five million yuan. However, the remaining fifteen million yuan gap will weigh heavily on the whole family.
"I'll take it!"
Zhou Chen picked up the beer bottle and took a sip of beer.
Just these two simple words hit Sun Dasheng like a bolt from the blue.
"Ah?..."
As soon as Yang Sen opened his mouth, he consciously covered it with his hand.
Is Brother Chen that rich?
He's so calm about acquiring Brother Monkey's family's company for fifty million yuan, as if he's talking about something insignificant?
"I'll acquire your family's company for fifty-five million yuan, and your father will serve as the company's president!"
Zhou Chen continued.
Fifty million yuan is for buying the semiconductor company.
Five million yuan is for keeping Sun Dasheng's father.
Sun Dasheng just said that Sun Jiang stole his father's processor drawings, which indicates that Sun Dasheng's father is an expert in the semiconductor field.
Spending five million yuan to keep an expert with unlimited potential.
Zhou Chen doesn't think it's a bad deal.
"Brother Chen... you... are you sure you're not joking?"
Sun Dasheng's eyes were slightly red, and he asked in a trembling voice.
Zhou Chen took out his phone, opened the text message about the change in bank balance, and then placed it in front of Sun Dasheng.
Sun Dasheng stared at that string of numbers, his eyes wide open.
Nine digits!!
Damn it, I must be dreaming!
With that thought, he slapped himself in the face.
The burning pain told him that this wasn't a dream.
Zhou Chen actually had assets of over two hundred million yuan.
Damn it...
Even Guo Zihao, the richest second-generation in Jiangzhou, couldn't come up with two hundred million yuan, right?
Seeing that Sun Dasheng was petrified, Yang Sen was curious about what was on Brother Chen's phone, so he leaned his head over.
Zhou Chen put away his phone and said, "Believe me now?"
"Yes..."
Sun Dasheng regained his composure, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Chen had completely changed.
Fanaticism!
Awe!
Respect!
"Brother Chen..."
"If you don't mind, I'd like to worship you as my adoptive father!"
Sun Dasheng joked as he cupped his hands.
"Call your dad to discuss it!"
Zhou Chen took a piece of dried squid, dipped it in wasabi, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.
"Okay!"
Sun Dasheng immediately took out his phone to call his dad.
However, the call didn't go through.
Sun Dasheng was so worried: "He usually answers the phone promptly. What's going on today?"
Zhou Chen frowned and muttered, "Could he be so stressed that he's thinking of doing something stupid?"
"Damn it..."
Sun Dasheng turned pale with fright and immediately ran outside.
Zhou Chen took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and put them on the table: "Yang Sen, you wait here to settle the bill. I'll go and have a look!"
The two of them ran downstairs. Zhou Chen took Sun Dasheng into Qi Yunfeng's car.
"Xiongxin Electronics in Jiangning County!"
Sun Dasheng reported the location of his family's company in a panic.
Qi Yunfeng gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and instantly sped up the car to the maximum.
Sun Dasheng's home was in Jiangning County, which was more than sixty kilometers away from Jiangzhou City.
...
Xiongxin Electronics Factory in Jiangning County.
It was pitch black.
On the rooftop of the eight-story office building, a middle-aged man with his shirt off was sitting there.
Beside him was a nearly empty bottle of Laobaigan (a type of Chinese liquor) and some hardly touched braised meat.
He was Sun Hong, the chairman of Xiongxin Electronics, a top-notch semiconductor expert in the country.
It was no exaggeration to say that currently, 30% of the domestic unbranded mobile phones were equipped with the processors developed by Xiongxin Technology.
The newly developed processor was even comparable to the OMAP1710 processor launched by Texas Instruments last year.
However, Sun Jiang had stolen his research results and preemptively applied for multiple patents.
Just six months ago, Fengxing Company launched that processor.
In just half a year, Fengxing Company had already surpassed Xiongxin by a large margin.
And Xiongxin was heavily in debt and on the verge of bankruptcy under the suppression of Fengxing.
This was the third time he had come to the rooftop to attempt suicide by jumping. He had chickened out the previous few times. This time, he wouldn't back down again.
Sun Hong took the last few sips of the white liquor, then staggered to his feet, looking up at the pitch-black night sky and murmuring, "Sun Jiang... I won't let you off even if I become a ghost!"
"Dad..."
Just as Sun Hong was about to jump and end it all, a black car crashed through the retractable gate and sped towards him.