"Then when I go back, tell your father what you think. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 By the way, I'll also tell him what I've found out during this time," Chen Haipeng said.

"I don't have to tell my dad what I think, he won't agree to it if he knows. Just tell my dad what you find. We'll take care of the rest," Wang Qiang said.

Chen Haipeng thought about his brother-in-law Wang Wenhu's character, nodded and said: "With your father's personality, knowing that Wang Bangguo wants to calculate him, at most, he will no longer take care of Wang Bangguo, and he will not be like you, and he still wants to calculate Wang Bangguo in turn." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Qiang with some confusion and continued:

"You said you, whose genes did you inherit, your father and your mother are not as good as you."

"It's because we know who my dad is that we can't let him know what I think. Whoever hurts my family hurts me. Wang Bangguo calculated my dad this time, and it was considered to have moved my Wang Qiang's scales," Wang Qiang said with a sneer.

Wang Qiang's sneer made Chen Haipeng feel excited. When Chen Haipeng looked at Wang Qiang again, Wang Qiang had already returned to his usual demeanor.

"Okay, I'll do what you say. Do you want me to give the bank that provided loans to Wang Bangguo, and Wang Bangguo is ready to sell the news of the agricultural machinery factory? Chen Haipeng asked.

Wang Qiang lowered his head and thought about it, and said with some schadenfreude: "Yes, the country is tightening the monetary system now, and if the bank knows that he plans to sell the mortgaged factory, he will definitely come to investigate." At that time, the people who plan to buy the agricultural machinery factory will definitely contact the people in the bank, and some Wang Bangguo is busy."

After saying that, Chen Haipeng returned to the living room and sat back on the sofa, and Wang Qiang also came in and sat next to his uncle Chen Haipeng.

"Something happened to Tencent again," Chen Haipeng said suddenly.

"What's going on again?" Wang Qiang asked.

Wang Qiang knows that Ali and Tencent are both companies with a market value of more than one trillion yuan in later generations, and if the shares in his hands can be safely and securely obtained at that time, of course, it doesn't matter, let alone a billionaire. However, in any country, wealth and strength need to be reciprocal.

If you don't have strong strength and have too much wealth, you will only become fat in the eyes of many people.

So when Tencent was planning to go public, Wang Qiang always had some gains and losses. He wanted to keep Tencent's shares all the time, but he was afraid of causing trouble to himself and his family, so he knew that he might not have invested in these two companies in the first place.

Now when he heard his uncle Chen Haipeng say that there was something else on Tencent's side, Wang Qiang was a little impatient.

"When we signed the share agreement, there was a precondition. That is, if Tencent goes public, the management will have to hold more shares than the rest of the shareholders in order to gain a controlling stake in the company," Chen explained.

"Since there has been an agreement for a long time, let's do it according to the content of the agreement, I don't know what the price of their repurchase of shares is?" Knowing that Tencent was just doing things according to the agreement, Wang Qiang breathed a sigh of relief and asked.

"According to the evaluation of the formal institutions invited by us and Tencent. Now Tencent's market value is about $1 billion, and the shares in our hands are worth $530 million," Chen Haipeng said with a smile, "With the requirements at the time of signing the agreement, the premium is 20 percent, and they will have to pay us almost $36 million, and the shares held by both parties will be equal, accounting for 50 percent each."

"I'll just say why they want to promote the listing, it turns out that there was still this agreement in the first place," Wang Qiang suddenly realized.

"Of course, otherwise, you would think that Ma Huateng and they would be willing to hand over the controlling stake of the company to someone else," Mr. Chen said.

Wang Qiang nodded when he heard this, remembering that in the previous life, MIH accounted for Tencent's shares, and at the highest time, it was more than 50%.

However, it only sent two non-executive directors to Tencent, and was not responsible for the company's specific affairs. Later, some people speculated that it was probably because Tencent's management was a technical elite in the IT industry, and it would not function well without their company. Therefore, the MIH consortium did not dare to take this risk, and could only fully trust Tencent's management and delegate power to them.

Now it seems that the contract signed by the MIH consortium and Tencent at that time should be no different from its own. They all give up the voting rights of shares, fully delegate power to the company's management, and then before listing, they can let Tencent's management recover part of the shares at a premium.

Judging from the results of the previous life, the approach of the MIH consortium is undoubtedly correct. When Chen Haipeng signed the agreement with Tencent, he just wanted to own as many shares of Tencent as possible, and he didn't care too much about these.

"Then let's do it according to the agreement we signed," Mr. Wang said.

"I've communicated with Tencent, about 11 years later, I'm going to go to the Special Economic Zone City to sign a repurchase agreement, do you want to go?" Chen Haipeng asked.

Wang Qiang also wanted to see Ma Huateng, a bigwig in the Chinese Internet industry. And after Tencent goes public, Wang Qiang and the shares in their hands are likely to be unable to hold. Wang Qiang didn't know if he would have any contact with Ma Huateng in the future, so he said: "Yes, notify me in advance when the time comes, it's best to put it in the closest few days to Eleven, and I can play there for a few more days when Eleven is on holiday."

Hearing that Wang Qiang wanted to play, Chen Haipeng felt that his nephew Wang Qiang was still a high school student.

Thinking that there are only a few days left before Eleven, Chen Haipeng said: "There should be no problem, I will communicate with them again in a few days."

At this time, Wu Xiaoli just finished washing the pots and bowls and came out of the kitchen, and Wang Qiang and his uncle Chen Haipeng invariably terminated the topic just now.

For a while, the living room seemed a little quiet, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Let's go, let's go down," Chen Haipeng suddenly stood up and said.

"Go downstairs, what are you doing?" Wang Qiang asked a little puzzled.

Wu Xiaoli also looked at Chen Haipeng curiously beside her.

"Don't you want a driver's license, go down and try my car, let my uncle and I see how your level is," Chen Haipeng said.

"There must be no problem, uncle, don't worry," Wang Qiang said.

"You say it's okay, it's okay, if I see it, it's okay. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare take this risk," Chen said.

Wang Qiang saw that his uncle would not be relieved if he didn't see him driving, so he said, "Then let's go." Uncle, I'll show you your nephew's driving skills."

Wang Qiang and his uncle Chen Haipeng were about to go downstairs, but found that Wu Xiaoli was still standing in the living room, and had no intention of going downstairs, so they said:

"Xiaoli, you and we can go down together, and follow me to see my driving skills."

"Yes, let's go and see how this kid's skills are," Chen Haipeng also nodded and said.