Chapter 89: Poverty Limited My Imagination
Lin Xia, acting as the occasional “little princess,” was carried to the bed by Tang Yinlang and gently set down. Tang Yinlang took the opportunity to lean over, their lips and tongues intertwining.
When the kiss ended, Lin Xia was panting heavily, his eyes glazed and misty, looking clearly aroused. Tang Yinlang, however, remained perfectly calm. To him, this kiss contained no lust; it was simply a pure kiss.
Lin Xia snapped back to reality, glared at Tang Yinlang, then leisurely pulled up the quilt. “Sleep!”
Tang Yinlang chuckled softly, lay down properly, and turned off the light.
In the darkness, Lin Xia wasn’t sleepy yet, so he grabbed his phone to check WeChat.
Lin Xia liked scrolling through his “Moments” (friend feed). He could keep up with everyone’s updates without having to ask specifically.
He hadn’t seen Chen Mingjie in days, but they kept in touch frequently. Ever since Chen Mingjie and the big spider Jing Ran moved in together, they had been living a happy, blessed life. He often posted photos of Jing Ran cooking for him, eager to let the whole world know he had a boyfriend who cooked for him.
Lin Xia silently liked the post, but felt that wasn’t enough, so he added a comment below.
Then there was Li Hao, who hadn’t been seen for a long time due to business trips. Ever since that separation, Wang Ziyu had realized his own feelings and started responding positively to Li Hao. Li Hao was thrilled and often posted poetry about longing. He would post the first line, and Wang Ziyu would comment with the next line below.
Even Chen Mingzong, who rarely posted, had an update. But it was because… he was sharing a link to get items for a tile-matching game? Anipop (Xiaoxiaole)?!
Lin Xia thought about itâChen Mingzong with a stern face, seriously playing a cute tile-matching game. The thought was bizarre. It definitely wasn’t Chen Mingzong playing; it had to be the Little Hamster!
Scrolling further down, Lin Xia saw Li Shujunâs update. A picture of the sun rising, captioned with the word “Fighting/Add Oil.”
Full of strength and a positive attitude. It had to be said, Li Shujun had really overturned Lin Xia’s impression of her. Before, she seemed vain, but when faced with adversity, she remained faithful and steadfast.
“Yinlang, is running a company very difficult?” Lin Xia only ran a pet shop, and when he was a novice, he had been busy running in circles, not knowing what to do. Managing a company must be harder than running a shop, right?
“I suppose.” Tang Yinlang opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “But I was lucky.”
Tang Yinlang was born a Tang, and the Tang family was a top-tier clan in the capital, possessing abundant resources, wealth, and power. It’s easy to enjoy the shade under a big tree; Tang Yinlang had access to many resources growing up that helped him succeed. At the same time, he worked very hard and had good natural aptitude.
“I have a client whose husband made an investment error, and his company is in trouble. Is this considered poor management?” Lin Xia didn’t know much about corporate management, but he related it to what he knew. If he made a decision that caused the pet shop to run out of funds and face difficulties, that would be poor management.
If a small shop was managed poorly, it just closed down. But a company was different; it involved the livelihood of many people.
“Management is a profound subject; experience and knowledge are crucial.” Tang Yinlang paused, then continued, “There are still chances to remedy poor management. It requires specific analysis of the specific situation.”
“It can still be remedied? That shouldn’t be easy, right?” Lin Xia wasn’t hopeful. He assumed Li Shujun’s husband had tried every method he could think of; otherwise, Li Shujun wouldn’t need to go around borrowing money.
“It depends. If it’s not severe, there are still ways.” Tang Yinlang had fought in the business world for so long; he had seen all kinds of storms.
“I heard her husband’s company owes a lot of money. It must be a huge amount.” Lin Xia guessed the figure was astronomical, otherwise, how could a company with roots in the city and years of development face such an awkward situation?
“Which company is it?” Tang Yinlang felt a spark of interest. At the same time, he wanted to show off a bit in front of Lin Xia.
“Jiang Sheng Paper Company,” Lin Xia said with certainty. The ladies had mentioned it while chatting, and they also used Jiang Sheng Paper products.
Tang Yinlang searched on his phone and found it quickly. Jiang Sheng Paper was a sole proprietorship that had developed from a small workshop into one of the top paper companies in Jiang City. The chairman was Li Shujun’s husband; Jiang Sheng Paper was the empire he had built single-handedly. He was the leader of the company, and his word was law.
He was a self-made man with little formal education and limited management experience. In recent years, market competition had become increasingly fierce, and the “one-man rule” style began to show cracks. Li Shujun’s husband was getting older and couldn’t keep up with the times. Many of his decisions were arbitrary, leading to minor strategic errors. While these didn’t seem to impact the company much initially, the company had been going downhill for years, and Jiang Sheng Paper was no longer viewed favorably.
With this latest incident, due to the massive debt and concerns about Jiang Sheng’s future development, banks were unwilling to issue loans. Li Shujun’s husband had essentially lost hope.
“Isn’t the paper we use at home from Jiang Sheng?” Tang Yinlang recalled that their household paper was produced by Jiang Sheng Paper, and his grandparents used this brand too.
“Many people in Jiang City use it, I suppose.” Lin Xia thought about it, and it seemed true that the people he knew used Jiang Sheng paper. “Do you think there’s still hope?”
“Yes. In this situation, the most important thing is to raise capital to tide over the immediate crisis. However, the probability of raising a large amount of capital is small, unless they attract investment or get acquired.” Tang Yinlang spoke logically and clearly, and Lin Xia listened intently. “For example, if another company or an investment firm sees value in it, they might inject funds through acquisition or buying shares. That way, there would be capital.”
“So the debt is paid off by another company?” Lin Xia was surprised. How much money would that take?
Tang Yinlang heard his implication and couldn’t help but smile. “The amount might seem huge to some companies, but to others, it’s nothing. They have the capacity to absorb it completely.”
“Fine, poverty has limited my imagination.”
Lin Xia yawned. Tang Yinlang had said so much that he was getting sleepy.
“Sleep. Goodnight.” Hearing the yawn, Tang Yinlang spoke considerately.
“Goodnight!” Lin Xia said goodnight and closed his eyes. Tang Yinlang put away his phone and closed his eyes too. But he wasn’t sleeping; he was thinking.
He wanted to invest in Jiang Sheng Paper. Jiang Sheng had developed early and had significant brand recognition and customer loyalty within the province. If not for the serious issues within the leadership, it would certainly have developed better. Investing in such an enterprise was a good choice, but if he were to invest, the leadership of Jiang Sheng Paper would need restructuring. Otherwise, buying it would be useless.
I’ll have the people at the investment firm do an evaluation tomorrow. Having made a decision, Tang Yinlang cast aside his thoughts and let himself drift into sleep.
Tang Yinlang owned an investment company managed by professional managers; he was the hands-off boss behind the scenes. This investment firm was famous in the industry for its keen eye. They had created multiple successful investment cases that were studied as classic examples in many business schools.
Lin Xia still didn’t know what kind of tycoon was lying next to him. Poverty limited his imagination, but with a tycoon present, he could be taken along for the ride to fly high…
Author’s note: Lin Xia: “The tycoon sleeping next to me?” Tang Yinlang (secretly shouting in his heart): It’s me! White Dumpling (rolls over, spreads out in a starfish shape, leg stuck on Lin Xia): Lin Xia: “Now this is the tycoon!”
Making up for yesterday’s. Goodnight everyone~
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