Yunmeng Group Building.
In the office, Lin Jun stood in front of his desk and paced back and forth.
Although he was the one who facilitated the meeting between Mr. Hao and Ding Shihui, because Mr. Hao insisted on discussing the matter himself, he was not present at the scene despite his earnest words.
Thinking of how cunning that old fox Ding Shihui was, Lin Jun felt anxious and extremely worried, fearing that Mr. Hao would be deceived by this person.
In just a short time, the number of steps on WeChat exceeded 10,000.
He hadn't heard from his boss yet and was hesitating whether to make a call to find out more about the situation. At that moment, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
With a thrill all over his body, Lin Jun didn't hesitate at all. He took out his cell phone and pressed the connect button as if reflexively.
Before he could ask how things were going at the institute, a relaxed voice with a hint of joy came from the other end of the phone.
"Done!"
Lin Jun was stunned for a moment, thinking that he heard wrongly, and repeated the question in disbelief.
"He voted?"
Hao Yun on the other end of the phone said with a smile.
"I invested! A total of 1 billion! The name of the new company is tentatively named Yunmeng Technology. Its main business is the research and development of brain-computer interface and brain neural network technology... Indeed, as you said, this guy is as cunning as a fox. At the beginning He opened his mouth to ask for 50% of the shares, but later reluctantly reduced it to 30%. In contrast, he put forward an additional condition, but fortunately it was not an embarrassing thing."
Hearing this overly optimistic voice, Lin Jun's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he quickly asked.
"What conditions?"
Hao Yun smiled and continued.
"For a period of five years, Yunmeng Technology promises to solve the technical problems of brain-computer interface within five years, and to produce commercially usable samples during this period, and to achieve profitability within seven years."
"If the above two commitments cannot be fulfilled, Jiang'an Capital will have the right to initiate divestment procedures and convert equity into debt. Yunmeng Technology's parent company, Yunmeng Group, and the actual controller himself will guarantee all debts of Yunmeng Technology, in accordance with 5 % annualized interest rate to repay the debt, and promises to give priority to Jiang'an Capital's debt repayment."
"In addition, there is a limited use scope of investment funds. Yunmeng Technology and the parent company of the group will be financially independent of each other. R&D funds must not be used for other purposes without the permission of shareholders, nor can they be used in any form. Asset transfer...the rest are just some safeguards, so I won’t go into details.”
Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Lin Jun was stunned on the spot.
This condition cannot be described as harsh, but rather harsh.
It took 5 years to produce visible products.
If the promise cannot be fulfilled within five years, Yunmeng Group will have to pay them whatever amount Jiang'an Capital invested.
Although he knew that his question was nonsense, Lin Jun couldn't help but spoke with luck.
"You... just agreed to him? On this condition?"
"How is that possible?" Hao Yun smiled faintly and continued, "Since it is a bet, in exchange, I naturally put forward my own conditions."
Lin Jun asked quickly.
"What conditions?"
Hao Yun smiled confidently and continued.
"Within three years, Yunmeng Group has the right to initiate the repurchase process and recover 30% of the equity of Yunmeng Technology from Jiang'an Capital at an interest rate of 5%!"
Speaking of this, Hao Yun on the other end of the phone sounded a bit smug in his smiling voice.
At least, that's what it sounded like to Mr. Lin.
"As the saying goes, don't reciprocate. Three years is neither long nor short. As long as we can come up with 1 billion within three years, we can buy back the 30% of the shares we lent them. .”
Lin Jun: "..."
I’ll use the wool when I buy it!
A subsidiary company that has not even seen its shell is still researching brain-computer interface technology, which even the academic community has not yet reached an accurate conclusion about. Let alone 30% of the shares, even 100% of the shares, in his eyes, it is the same as Waste paper is no different.
No, waste paper is more useful than it, at least waste paper does not create any debt.
Although the research institute of Yunmeng Technology has not been built yet, in Lin Jun's eyes, the 1 billion is a guaranteed loss!
The difference is nothing more than whether to repay the loan early or delay debt collection after 5 years.
Sure enough, letting Mr. Hao discuss financing with Ding Shihui, an old fox, was a wrong decision from the beginning.
When he thought of this, Lin Jun felt extremely regretful.
If he had known that Mr. Hao would agree to such harsh conditions, he would have gone along with him no matter what.
Even if this financing is messed up, it will still be better than the current situation.
Regret is regret, even if you regret what has happened, there is nothing you can do about it.
By signing this contract, Ding Shihui, an old fox, directly removed Jiang'an Capital from the whirlpool of risks, leaving only Yunmeng Group to bear all risks.
If the 1/10,000 possibility really happens and Yunmeng Group really develops a brain-computer interface, it will naturally be hello, hello, hello, hello to everyone. Regardless of whether it is listed on the market or not, Jiang'an Capital will make a fortune.
And if not…
Anyway, Yunmeng Group has taken care of the money, and they will not lose it no matter what. At most, it will be used as a financial investment with an annual return of 5%.
It would be more fun if you couldn't afford the compensation...
To be honest, Lin Jun is really not sure whether he will be able to pay so much money to Jiang'an Capital in five years.
After all, projects like modern bicycles that can make people rich overnight are rare.
Even if the mobile games and stand-alone games produced by Yunmeng Games make money, the three links of R&D, distribution and operation will not be without costs.
Coupled with the huge pitfall of the hotel, it is hard to say what Yunmeng Group will be like in five years based on its current profit growth rate.
However, Mr. Hao didn't seem to realize this at this moment, and was still proud of this wise decision.
"... Although it is indeed unethical to drive people out of the car halfway, but since they have thought about making preparations from the beginning, it is no wonder that we have prepared for a rainy day."
Lin Jun smiled bitterly.
"Is that the point?"
Hearing this inexplicable question, Hao Yun frowned and asked in confusion.
"Any questions?"
Sitting back on the office chair, Lin Jun sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
"It's nothing... Boss, you'd better make two more games when you have time. Five years... it won't be too late. I'll think of a solution."
Hao Yun: "...?"
…
It was not only Lin Jun who was looking sad, but also Wu Fan who was entrusted with the important task.
He returned to Jiangcheng University and sat in the laboratory. He was so restless that he couldn't calm down for a long time and returned his attention to his work.
Thinking of the guaranteed ticket between himself and Mr. Hao, Wu Fan felt uneasy for a while, and his palms became sweaty.
One billion...
He had never seen so much money in his life.
Although I have full confidence in my professional abilities and believe that the technical route I have chosen has a bright future, who can guarantee that academically, it will be 100% the same as what I want
Not to mention myself, even those great men in the history of scientific research may not have this ability.
At this moment, what really worries him is not whether the brain-computer interface can be made, but that the weight of 1 billion is so heavy that it makes him doubt whether his thin shoulders are really Can afford it.
Inexplicably, a terrible thought came to his mind.
If these 1 billion are really wasted, will I sink into the river
Thinking of this, Wu Fan couldn't help but shudder.
Although Mr. Hao didn't look like that kind of person, the man who sat across the dining table a few hours ago didn't look like a kind person...