Chapter 130 The 130th Day of Not Running Away The 130th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 130 The 130th Day of Not Running Away The 130th Day of Not Running Away...

When Tristan from Goldman Sachs and Philon from Citigroup saw Wen Chan and her group appear in Walmart's headquarters office, their expressions were no less than if they had been struck by lightning.

Tristan's eyelids twitched slightly, and a rare look of surprise appeared on his face.

He looked at Wen Chan, then at Old Sam and the others, "What's going on? How did they get here?"

Old Sam said with a smile, "We're all friends, why can't they all sit here? Sit down, don't be shy."

Tristan immediately looked at Jason Walmart.

Jason looked somewhat embarrassed.

The situation on Philon's side was largely similar; their expressions weren't much better than those on Goldman Sachs' side.

“Mr. Tristan, Mr. Philon, I’m sorry, our company has already discussed it and we plan to seek cooperation from the Particle Fund for this collaboration.”

Although reluctant, Jason coughed and stood up to state the conclusions reached by his family.

Philon stood up in disbelief: "Are you kidding me? We've been negotiating with you for so long, and you suddenly choose such an unknown little company?! Are you crazy? Don't you think you have enough money?"

Wen Chan coughed and tapped the table. "Mr. Philon, we understand your excitement, but please be more polite. Our Particle Fund is not an unknown company. At least for now, we have a good reputation on Wall Street."

"I know you mean well, but I'm sorry, we can't afford to offend any of your organizations."

Jason looked helpless, spread his hands, and spoke frankly.

After saying this, he glanced at Wilson, then quickly looked away. "So, we really didn't have a choice but to choose the Particle Foundation. But I believe that if there's an opportunity next time, we will definitely cooperate with you one by one."

Neither Tristan nor Philon are fools.

Anyone who's been around Wall Street can tell the difference between polite formalities and what's not.

Can't afford to offend anyone?

You can't afford to offend either of them, so you choose to offend them all. What kind of nonsense is that?

This reasoning, while seemingly reasonable, is actually completely illogical.

But Tristan and Philon understood that this was a notification, not a negotiation. That's how the business world is: winner takes all, loser is out.

Both sides left with faces that looked like they'd lost their parents.

Jason Walmart looked at Wen Chan and her group, his feelings mixed. He said to Wen Chan, "You Chinese are really scary."

He took the contract from the legal department and pushed it in front of Wen Chan and the others. "This contract was originally intended to be signed with Goldman Sachs. It's $70 million, not a penny less. Also, regarding your previous promise to help us establish channels in the Chinese market..."

"Don't worry, we don't lie to you."

Wen Chan took the contract, scanned it carefully, and then handed it to Zhang Yurong and the legal department.

She's in a great mood right now; it feels so good to snatch food from someone else's mouth.

“We offer more than just that. Once the contract is signed, we will arrange for various media outlets to report on the collaboration as soon as possible. I believe Walmart’s stock price will soon soar.”

This is actually a piece of good news amidst bad news.

Jason sighed, resting his chin on his hand. He spun his office chair around and said, "I'm curious, what would you have done if we hadn't chosen you today? To be honest, in all my years as the head of this company, I've never seen one as persistent as yours."

First they targeted his father, then his elder brother.

If they don't agree, Jason suspects they're going to try and get their hands on his wife.

Wen Chan smiled and said, "I won't do anything, but we heard that Baida has had a lot of trouble recently, and its stock price has dropped a lot. If we help them write some PR articles at this critical moment and then work together to hype it up, it might actually turn our misfortune into good fortune."

She curled her fingers and tapped the table. "Speaking of which, it was quite a coincidence that Baida got into trouble. How could it be such a coincidence that someone saw a rat in the ice cream, and how could it be such a coincidence that so much negative news suddenly broke out?"

Alright.

There's no need to say anything.

Jason and his group had nothing more to say.

They didn't just show weakness; they had plenty of the necessary skills.

After several days of back-and-forth negotiations and revisions to several clauses, a consensus was finally reached.

On the day the contract was signed, both Particle Fund and Walmart invited the media to film the event. Wen Chan wrote a draft herself and had Li Yi and his team distribute it to media outlets such as the Wall Street Journal.

The day the article was published, Walmart's stock price jumped three points.

This success made Darren and his team ecstatic.

Zhang Yurong was overjoyed and immediately promised to give everyone a big red envelope at the end of the year and treat them to a trip to Las Vegas.

Just as the atmosphere was filled with joy and celebration, the mobile phone she was carrying suddenly started ringing loudly.

Zhang Yurong picked up the phone, answered it, and said "Hello" with a smile.

Wen Chan was right next to her and saw with her own eyes that her face instantly lost all color, as if a color painting had suddenly reverted to the era of black and white films.

Wen Chan gestured for the noisy crowd to quiet down. Everyone who saw this and Zhang Yurong's expression reacted.

"Okay, I understand, I'll go right away."

Zhang Yurong agreed a few times, hung up the phone, and turned to leave. After taking only a few steps, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Wen Chan rushed over to help her up, and called Mi Lin over to lend a hand, helping her sit down on a chair.

"What's wrong with Boss?" Matt asked Darren in a low voice.

Darren shook his head, but he had some vague guesses in his mind.

"Go to the hospital, I need to go to the hospital now." Zhang Yurong had no strength left in her hands and feet. She weakly grasped Wen Chan's hand as she was about to leave, and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Wen Chan overheard this and grabbed Zhang Yurong's hand tightly: "Take a deep breath. Li Yi, go downstairs and get a taxi. Yurong, which hospital to go to?!"

“The Presbyterian Hospital!” Zhang Yurong exclaimed.

The taxi sped towards the Presbyterian Hospital, right in the middle of rush hour. If Wen Chan hadn't paid the driver double the fare, he wouldn't have accepted the fare.

"Yu Rong!"

Outside the operating room, most of Zhang Yurong's relatives had already arrived, including her stepmother Susan and Philon.

When Zhang Zhaozhong saw Zhang Yurong, his face was full of anger. "Why are you so late? Your father has been inside for more than half an hour!"

Zhang Yurong looked at the brightly lit operating room, her face pale.

"Dad, how is Dad?"

Butler Meilin said, "Sir fainted suddenly when he woke up from his afternoon nap this afternoon. We took him to the hospital immediately, but we don't know how he is now..."

Before Meilin could finish speaking, the operating room lights suddenly went out.

Everyone seemed to shudder.

Several doctors in surgical gowns came out, the one in the lead being Dr. Vince, who had been in charge of Zhang's father's health.

Dr. Vince removed his mask and looked at Zhang Yurong: "May, your father wants to see you."

Almost nothing needs to be said.

Zhang Yurong bit her lower lip. Wen Chan tried to help her, but she shook her head, clenched her hands tightly, and walked into the operating room.

At this time, Mr. Zhang was awake, and the data on the electrocardiogram machine next to him fluctuated very weakly.

"dad--"

Zhang Yurong held her father's hand.

It was the first time she had ever realized that a person's hands could be so cold.

"Don't cry." Mr. Zhang's eyelids trembled, his voice weak and feeble. "I knew this day would come sooner or later."

"Don't speak. We have a lot of money. I can find you a better doctor!"

Zhang Yurong's tears fell hot, each drop landing on the back of her hand. She tried to hold them back, but she couldn't. "Didn't you say you wouldn't rest in peace if you didn't see me get married? I don't even have a boyfriend now, how can you just leave like this?"

Susan and the others outside heard the commotion and were about to rush into the operating room.

Wen Chan wouldn't allow them to cause trouble at this time. She gave Li Yi and the others a look, and a group of people immediately blocked the doorway.

"What are you doing? The people inside are my husband and my daughter!" Susan pointed at Wen Chan excitedly.

She could clearly see that Wen Chan was the one who made the decisions among this group.

Wen Chan didn't even lift her eyelids: "Ms. Susan, the patient doesn't want to see you. If he did, we would let you in."

"You!" Susan and her son were furious.

Isn't it precisely because they know Zhang Zhaolin won't want to see them at this time that they insist on forcing their way in?

Zhang Zhaolin has a net worth of billions. Even if it's just a gamble to get him to change his mind on his deathbed, he could still get a considerable amount of his fortune.

"If they can't get in, surely we can?!"

Zhang Zhaozhong couldn't hold back any longer either.

Wen Chan maintained her cold and indifferent expression, standing at the door with her arms crossed. "You're the same. Anyone who dares to push us can try to fight back."

Wen Chan was slender, but the aura she exuded was awe-inspiring.

Zhang Yurong could barely hear what was happening outside, nor did she have time to listen.

Tears streamed down her face, her voice was almost choked with sobs, and her hand holding her father's trembled.

Zhang Zhaolin looked at her with a hint of helplessness on his face. He reached out weakly to wipe away her tears, but he didn't have the strength. "Don't cry. Dad left you a will. Everything is arranged. As for marriage, you can get married if you want, or you can not get married if you don't want to. The most important thing is to find someone who loves you and whom you love in return."

Zhang Yurong cried so hard she could barely breathe, "I don't want to hear it, stop talking, I don't want to hear anything."

Zhang Zhaolin looked at his daughter and gave a weak smile. He finally had the strength to reach out and wipe away her tears: "From now on, you'll be all alone. Don't be so delicate."

“Dad!” Zhang Yurong raised her head, but the hand on her face suddenly slipped off and fell onto the bed.

The electrocardiogram machine emitted a piercing beep.

Dr. Vince and his team rushed in and conducted a final examination.

They looked up at Zhang Yurong, who was standing there in a daze. "Mr. Zhang has already left."