"Does anyone else have any objections to my decision?" Fang Jueyu fully embraced his role as the boss, "If you don't want to end up like him, then keep your grievances to yourself!"
It was the first time this group of directors had encountered such a domineering chairman. He had just taken the position and directly fired a board member. The key point was that he possessed absolute controlling capital, completely autocratic.
The company's business performance was excellent, and these directors received hefty dividends every year. Leaving the company now would mean substantial losses, and money obviously trumped pride.
"Excellent, it seems all of you understand the saying 'a wise man adapts to circumstances.' However, starting today, I'm setting a new rule!" Fang Jueyu said.
All the directors perked up their ears to hear what new instructions the new chairman might have.
"From now on, there will be no racial or ethnic discrimination in my company. Regardless of which country or race, everyone will be treated equally. If any such incidents occur, there will be immediate dismissals without leniency. If someone reports it, I will reward them. Understood?"
All the directors nodded silently. Although reluctant, the order didn't affect their interests, so compliance was easy.
"Mr. Charles, who was that old man just now?" Fang Jueyu asked for further details. Even though he had been expelled from the board, there was no obligation for him to hand over his shares.
"Oh, he's a big shot in a venture capital company named Pukar. He owns 8.7% of the company's shares, making him the most influential among the shareholders."
"That's quite significant." The remaining 29% in shares meant he nearly held a third alone, making him quite powerful. "Sister Ying, I don't know much about stocks. Is there a way to get him to cough up those shares?"
"Of course, there are many strategies. The most straightforward is a direct acquisition, but he has to be willing to sell."
"I know that, but with such substantial interests, he has no reason to sell those stocks." Fang Jueyu, lacking financial expertise, was unaware of the ins and outs.
"Doesn't he have a venture capital company? As long as we strain his funds nearly to bankruptcy, he'll naturally need to sell some of his shares to gain liquidity. Leave this little matter to me. With enough money, there's no market we can't disrupt. When it comes to money, it's hard to find opponents for the Fang Family."
Charles, overhearing their conversation, thought to himself that this young master Fang was indeed decisive and ruthless. The other party had merely insulted Huaxia, and Fang Jueyu's response was so sharp.
"Mr. Charles, that Pukar must have left quite a few confidants in the company. Find an opportunity to clean them out. Don't leave him any chances!" Fang Jueyu added.
"Yes, young master, I understand."
"Rip!" Fang Jueyu tore up the stock agreement in his hand. He never intended to reclaim that part of his assets. His only aim was to discipline those shareholders who looked down on Huaxia.
"You all continue with the meeting!" Fang Jueyu casually grabbed a chair and sat down, assuming the position of an observant audience.
But those directors had already developed some respect and fear for him. Even if the equity returned to Charles, they were quite clear that the true master of the company was this young man from Huaxia!
The joint group's earnings for the year were estimated at over 50 billion euros, with the main profits coming from food and beverages. Based on Fang Jueyu's share, he received a considerable annual income.
Yet, that was just a drop in the bucket compared to his assets, indicating that his 500 billion US dollars in liquid assets weren't really all that much. It felt like he owned half the world's money.
"Let's go, it's about time. We should head to the venue!" The board meeting was going to extend into the late evening, but Fang Jueyu had another banquet to attend. He wasn't going by car, but rather by private helicopter.
The banquet was held in the queen's private island estate. If he traveled by car and then by boat, it would be too late.
"Young master, you've changed quite a bit recently!" Zhuang Ying remarked suddenly as they walked out of the office building.
"Absolutely," Zhuang Ying laughed, "Don't be mad if I put it a bit bluntly."
"Go ahead, I'm not mad."
"When I first met you, you looked like a nouveau riche, giving off a 'diao si' vibe that money couldn't conceal."
"Now you genuinely have some aristocratic air about you. It seems the teacher I hired for you the other day wasn't in vain. Your performance and attitude today truly fit a real wealthy person."
"Actually, I think being a 'diao si' is quite nice too. As long as I'm happy, why care about others' opinions?"
The helicopter landed on a helipad not far from the company. It wasn't very large, only enough for a few people, and clearly, the car couldn't be taken along.
"Sister Ying, please drive my car back. Gu Yi can come with me." It was a high-profile gathering, and it was said no one would bring assistants or bodyguards. If security couldn't be assured, there really was no point in having the event.
However, Gu Yi was unlike the average person. He just needed to find a spot near the estate, ready for orders to ensure Fang Jueyu's safety. That was his mission.
The helicopter pilot was a young Huaxia man, yet his skills were very proficient. Soon, they arrived over a group of islands.
"Mr. Fang, there's also your estate here!" the pilot said.
"Where is it? I can't see it," Fang Jueyu scanned the horizon, seeing only lush grass and orchards, and no estate in sight.
"This is it. The whole island is yours. This is one of the gardens on your estate!"
The helicopter landed at the port of a fairly large island. Numerous private yachts and helicopters gathered there, and the queen arranged transportation here, avoiding a long walk.
"Mr. Fang, welcome!" A middle-aged man in a suit approached.
"And who might you be?"
"Oh, I'm Crowley, Queen Yisha'er's steward. The queen sent me to welcome you!"
Having an English butler was a dream for many tycoons, given their often exceptional training and professionalism. To be the queen's steward was even more prestigious.
"Gu Yi, you can explore the area nearby!" Fang Jueyu stepped into a special car prepared for him.
"Understood!" Gu Yi nodded. The island wasn't very large, and with his capabilities, he could appear by Fang Jueyu's side at any moment.
The car stopped in front of a castle-like building. The scale of the gathering was quite grand, with everyone dressed in formal attire. The men were handsome, the women were beautiful, resembling the Cannes Film Festival in grandeur.
"Mr. Fang!" As Fang Jueyu stood somewhat at a loss, unsure of what to do, someone suddenly called out to him from behind.
Fang Jueyu turned around and recognized the face he often saw on the Forbes list. It was Jett Hilton, now ranking 16th on the list. But how did he know Fang Jueyu?