Don’t give it as a gift!
If I need it, I’ll buy it myself!
And not limited to 4% of the shares!
There are many key points in Wen Ying’s words, with the word “mere” being the essence.
Not only was Wang Jun stunned, but even Xie Qian felt a tremor in his heart.
This is Wen Ying.
, someone who has a shortcut but refuses to take it.
, She understands that Tianjiao’s shares are important, not just for their monetary value, but also because they are closely tied to Wen Ying’s future creative career.
Because Wen Ying understands this, her refusal to accept the gift carries special weight!
Without exaggeration, at this moment, Wen Ying is radiating light from head to toe, a brilliance unrelated to her appearance, her attire, or her family background, transcending these external influences to become an even more dazzling presence,
Xie Qian, unusually, slightly averted his gaze.
Thump.
Thump, thump, thump.
It was as if an invisible hand, holding a drumstick, was gently striking Xie Qian’s heart.
This feeling wasn’t unpleasant, but the rhythm of the drumbeat was brisk and impactful, a melody Xie Qian couldn’t comprehend.
No subject at school was difficult for Xie Qian.
With a bit of effort, interpersonal relationships were effortless.
With a bit more effort, he could even hold his own against adults.
Only this drumbeat’s rhythm was so unfamiliar, like a math Olympiad problem Xie Qian had never encountered.
, This problem is too hard!
Xie Qian had never revered any academic challenge, but this current puzzle, how to solve it, filled him with an instinctive fear, fear of getting too close, fear of seeking its source… Such a shift in emotions, though complex to describe, took only a few dozen seconds in reality. Wang Jun snapped back to his senses, clapping his hands heavily, breaking the strange state Xie Qian had fallen into:
“Good!”
Wang Jun’s palms were thick and powerful, his eyes excited: “Wen Ying, Uncle Wang must apologise to you. I underestimated you, and of course, I underestimated Xie Qian too. I’ll definitely reflect on my actions and stop using these things to insult your friendship with Wang Shuang!”
Wen Ying’s response was full of youthful innocence.
Normally, for a high school girl to come up with the funds to buy 4% of Tianjiao’s shares in a year, without relying on family support, would be impossible.
Anyone can talk big. If it’s just unrealistic bragging, forget buying 4% of Tianjiao’s shares in a year, with thicker skin, one could claim to buy the entire company!
But Wen Ying was not bragging.
For Tianjiao’s first production, Wen Ying could only contribute 500,000 yuan to the filming.
By the second production, Wen Ying’s contribution had grown to 3 million yuan!
The time between these was less than a year.
Wen Ying was right. Given a year, once her funds were recovered, a mere 4% of Tianjiao’s shares wasn’t out of reach.
Besides income from investing in TV dramas, Wen Ying also had her identity as a bestselling author. With the current momentum of *Teen Idol*, selling over a million copies in a year was a certainty, bringing in millions more in revenue… And if that wasn’t enough, Wen Ying could write another script, cash in on its value, and buy Tianjiao’s shares!
Talking big without considering reality is called bragging.
Making bold claims after considering reality is called ambition!
Wang Jun admired this ambition and wanted to support it, so he immediately reflected on his gifting behaviour and apologised to Wen Ying and Xie Qian.
Transferring shares at slightly below market value would strengthen their bond.
Giving them away for free, purely as a gift, carried a different implication.
Wang Jun felt he had made a mistake, while Wen Ying was pleased that he knew when to stop and didn’t press further. This outcome was a win for everyone, allowing her to maintain normal relations with the Wang family. Wen Ying was very satisfied:
“Then I’ll take it as your agreement. One year, and I’ll gather the money to buy the shares from you.”
“Of course, I agree!”
Wang Jun laughed heartily, making only one request: that Wen Ying and Xie Qian not mention this to Wang Shuang.
“Just pretend your uncle had a moment of folly and never said those things.”
Compared to gifting 4% of the shares, this request was trivial, and Wen Ying agreed instantly.
“My memory’s not great, I’ve already forgotten. I only remember our one-year agreement. Xie Qian’s probably forgotten too, right?”
Xie Qian: “…”
This was forcing him to play the amnesia patient alongside her.
Xie Qian nodded lightly. Wang Jun completely forgot his earlier resentment about Xie Qian being too submissive… What’s wrong with being submissive? It means someone cares for you. For a harmonious family, men should decide the big matters, while women handle the small ones.
A mere 4% of Tianjiao’s shares? That’s a small matter.
As for what counts as a big matter, it’s decisions critical to survival when the family faces hardship—those pressures must be borne by the man.
Wang Jun’s thick palm clapped Xie Qian’s shoulder, winking: “Little Xie, I’m rooting for you!”
Xie Qian was puzzled.
He felt Wang Jun’s words carried a deeper meaning, but he couldn’t decipher the subtext behind the winking.
Wang Jun personally saw Wen Ying and Xie Qian out. Knowing they were coming, he had already sent his son Wang Shuang out on an errand, ensuring they wouldn’t meet, regardless of whether Wen Ying accepted the shares.
He escorted Wen Ying and Xie Qian out of the neighbourhood, watching them get into a taxi before heading back. As soon as he stepped inside, his wife rushed up and asked, “Well, did they accept?”
Wang Jun shook his head.
Mrs. Wang twisted his arm, “You’re too incompetent. Were you too stingy and offered too little?”
Of course not.
2% of the shares was quite appropriate; too much would create pressure to accept.
But first Xie Qian refused, then Wen Ying refused, and in the end, 4% of the shares couldn’t even be given away.
These are shares, money!
Only young people would do something like this.
While Mrs. Wang complained about her husband’s incompetence, she also felt a hidden pride: these were the friends her precious son had made, excellent friends, true friends!
Excellent friends who didn’t mind Wang Shuang’s simplicity, who were willing to include him in their circle and didn’t covet the Wang family’s money… So her precious son must have plenty of good qualities, right?
Mrs. Wang was reluctantly satisfied.
When Wang Jun recounted his agreement with Wen Ying, Mrs. Wang even entertained the idea of sneaking over to the Wen family to “steal” their daughter.
Sigh, just moments ago she thought her son Wang Shuang was pretty great, but look at that girl’s ambition—Wang Shuang still has a long way to go.
Since Wang Jun’s approach didn’t work, Mrs. Wang decided to think of other ways.
If the Li family could help Wen Ying’s mother by referring clients, why couldn’t the Wang family?
The Li family has their network of friends, and the Wang family has theirs.
While there’s some overlap in their social circles, there are also unique connections. Mrs. Wang’s approach was unconventional: if she couldn’t tie down Wen Ying and Xie Qian, she’d target their families instead.
Li Zhentao’s wife had already started this, getting a head start by frequently inviting Zou Weijun shopping, declaring herself Zou Weijun’s best friend in Chengdu.
Mrs. Wang mentally apologised to Mrs. Li: Friends, we’re all doing this for our kids. You’ll understand if I poach a bit, right?
