8: Chapter 8 The Shen family wants to use billions to bind us? We refuse outright!

Shen Nianwei looked at Lin Zhe.

Lin Zhe recited a string of numbers and his own name.

Shen Nianwei repeated them to the person on the other end.

The call ended.

For the next ten minutes, no one spoke in the hospital room.

Shen Changshan sat on the hospital bed, moving his wrists and neck, feeling the long-lost sense of strength in his body.

He looked up at Lin Zhe from time to time.

This young man was too calm.

A few minutes later.

The phone in Lin Zhe's pocket vibrated once.

He pulled out his phone and lit up the screen.

A text message popped up.

[Industrial and Commercial Bank of China] Your card ending in 7421 received a transfer of 1,000,000,000.00 RMB on the 18th at 17:42. Current balance: 1,000,050,135.20 RMB.

A long string of zeros almost occupied half the screen.

Added to the fifty thousand remaining before, the number was incredibly dazzling.

If it were a few hours ago, if Lin Zhe had seen an extra billion in his account, he definitely would have been trembling with excitement, or even thought it was a scam text.

But now, the passive trait [Composed in Danger] was firmly locking his emotions.

His heartbeat did not accelerate, and his mind was exceptionally clear.

He locked the phone screen and stuffed it back into his pocket.

"Received," Lin Zhe said, pulling out the chair and standing up. "Transaction complete. We are even."

After speaking, he turned and walked out without the slightest hesitation.

"Young brother, please stay," Shen Changshan said, his voice full of vigor.

Lin Zhe stopped his steps and turned his head to look at him.

Shen Changshan lifted the blanket and stepped onto the floor barefoot.

Shen Nianwei instinctively wanted to help him, but was stopped by him raising his hand.

This old man, who had dominated the business world for decades, walked step by step to Lin Zhe.

"Mr. Lin, there is no need to thank you for such a great kindness," Shen Changshan said, even changing how he addressed him. "This one billion is buying Ten Years of Lifespan. No matter how you calculate this deal, I am the one who got the better end of it."

He turned his head to look at his granddaughter.

"Nianwei. Prepare an equity transfer agreement. Transfer five percent of the group's shares from my name to Mr. Lin."

Shen Nianwei gasped.

Five percent!

The total market value of the Shen Group exceeded two hundred billion.

Five percent of the shares, that was over ten billion in real assets!

And there were extremely generous dividends every year.

Her grandfather was going all out!

Lin Zhe looked at Shen Changshan, his face devoid of any extra expression.

One billion in cash was indeed a lot, but for a massive commercial empire, shares were the core.

He knew exactly what Shen Changshan's purpose was in giving away ten billion in shares for nothing.

It was nothing more than using these five percent of shares to tie him firmly to the Shen Family's war chariot.

Lin Zhe shook his head.

"No need."

Shen Changshan was stunned for a moment.

"Mr. Lin, do you think it's too little? If you are not satisfied, eight percent is also possible. Anything higher, and there will be trouble with the board of directors; I need time to handle that."

Shen Nianwei, listening from the side, felt her scalp tingle.

Eight percent! Was her grandfather crazy?

"It's not about it being too little," Lin Zhe said in a flat tone, without any emotional fluctuation over the tens of billions in shares. "I said it before, what we are doing is a transaction."

"I sold Ten Years of Lifespan, and you paid one billion in cash. I set the price, you agreed, and you paid. The deal is finished."

Lin Zhe looked into Shen Changshan's eyes.

"I will not take shares, I will not take sides, and I will not act as a consultant."

"Payment in one hand, delivery in the other."

The hospital room fell into silence again.

Shen Changshan stared at Lin Zhe.

In his life, he had seen too many greedy people; some who would disown their families for a few million, and some who would risk everything for a few tens of millions.

But the young man in front of him had directly refused the temptation of ten billion.

He wasn't playing hard to get; he really didn't care.

This attitude of someone who has no desires and possesses terrifying abilities, like a superior, made even an old hand like Shen Changshan, who had seen many big scenes, feel a deep sense of wariness.

"It was my rashness," Shen Changshan said, stepping back half a step and lowering his posture significantly. "Since Mr. Lin has his own principles, I will absolutely not force it."

He turned his head to look at Shen Nianwei and ordered sternly.

"Nianwei, from today on, Mr. Lin is the most distinguished guest of our Shen Family. Seeing him is the same as seeing me! Do you hear me?"

Shen Nianwei nodded immediately. "I hear you."

Lin Zhe couldn't be bothered to pay attention to such polite formalities.

He opened the hospital room door and walked out.

The corridor was empty; Second Uncle Shen Yaobang and his bunch had long been cleared out by the bodyguards, not even a ghost remained.

Shen Nianwei followed quickly.

"Mr. Lin, let me see you off."

The two walked one after another to the elevator entrance.

The elevator door opened, and Lin Zhe stepped inside.

Shen Nianwei followed him in and pressed the button for the first floor.

She took a pure black metal card out of her bag and handed it to Lin Zhe with both hands.

"Mr. Lin, this is my private business card. It has my private number on it. In Jiangcheng, if you have any trouble or need to handle anything, call me anytime. I am at your beck and call."

Lin Zhe didn't take it.

His gaze rested on the card for half a second before turning back to the elevator display screen.

"I said it before, the deal is finished and we are even," Lin Zhe said, his voice steady and without any fluctuation. "I will not take shares, and I will not take sides."

Shen Nianwei's hand froze in mid-air; it was awkward to pull it back, and awkward to keep holding it out.

In the past in Jiangcheng, countless big bosses would rack their brains and pull strings just to get this black card.

Now she was handing it over with both hands, and the other party wouldn't even touch it.

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

The door opened, and Lin Zhe walked straight out, with Shen Nianwei quickly following.

"Mr. Lin, there are no ride-hailing cars on Wutong Mountain. Let me call a driver to take you down."

"No need," Lin Zhe said without turning his head, walking straight toward the gate of the nursing home.

Shen Nianwei stood where she was, watching that back wearing a cheap plaid shirt.

Not until Lin Zhe completely disappeared from her field of vision did she turn and go back upstairs.

Tonight was destined to be a major earthquake for the Shen Group; she had to follow her grandfather's instructions and clean up the mess left by Second Uncle Shen Yaobang.

Lin Zhe walked out of the nursing home gate.

The four retired special forces security guards at the gate stood straight, not daring to let out a breath.

They had seen with their own eyes the eldest lady of the Shen Family invite the person in, and then respectfully follow behind to see him out; how could they dare to step forward and stop him?

Lin Zhe walked down the mountain road for a while.

He took out his phone and opened the text message from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.

A long string of zeros, exactly one billion in cash.

For anyone, this kind of financial disparity would be enough to make one's brain hemorrhage with excitement.

But Lin Zhe was exceptionally clear-headed now.

With this money, combined with the trait trading system, all the rules in this world would be rewritten for him.

A caller ID popped up at the top of the phone screen, labeled: Landlady Auntie Liu.

Lin Zhe pressed the answer button.

"Lin Zhe! What time are you transferring the rent?" On the other end of the phone, Landlady Auntie Liu's voice was loud enough to shatter eardrums.

"I told you clearly on WeChat, if you don't pay today, I'll go change the locks tomorrow! Don't play dead with me!"

Lin Zhe held the phone a little further from his ear.

"I'm not renting anymore."