The atmosphere in the conference room was colder than the morgue.
I stared at the asset appraisal report in front of me, my fingers turning white. The numbers above are like knives that pierce the eyes. Mingda Technology, a company I founded three years ago, has only 200,000 yuan in book capital and more than 8 million yuan in debt.
"Qing Yuan, please sign." Lu Ziang sat across the conference table with a straight suit and a gentle smile on his face. "Song Wei and I have helped you negotiate the acquisition plan. This is the best result so far."
"The best result?" I slapped the report on the table, "You asked me to transfer 60% of the company's equity to you and Song Wei. Is this the best result?"
"Mr. Shen." Song Wei sat next to Lu Ziang, wearing a Chanel suit with exquisite makeup, and her tone was as gentle as coaxing a child, "Zi Ang is also doing this for your own good. If Mingda Technology is in this situation, continuing to delay will only generate more debt. After we take over, we can still guarantee your management position, but it is just a transfer of equity."
Management positions.
