Chapter 243 Additional Conditions

All he wanted was to hold onto this shop and protect Tuantuan.

In the corner, Tuantuan was lying on the edge of the cardboard box, holding a fluffy cat toy in her hand, gently stroking Xiajiao's nose.

The shrimp dumpling, its sweet dream disturbed, reluctantly opened one eye, perfunctorily stretched out its little paw to ruffle its feathers, then changed its position and continued snoring.

Xiao Yu, who was wearing a mask, watched this scene and her eyes crinkled into a smile.

"Boss Lin." Old Liu finished the last sip of water in his glass, glanced at the time, and prepared to get up.

"We've bothered you for so long, we should head back now. Xiaoyu just got out of the hospital, he shouldn't stay out in the wind for too long."

"Hmm." Lin Fan stood up.

Instead of seeing the guests off, he went behind the bar.

"Wait me a moment."

Lin Fan opened the kitchen door and went inside.

Lin Fan's consciousness sank, and he entered the system farm.

Xiao Yu just underwent a bone marrow transplant, and now is precisely the time when he most needs to replenish his qi and blood and boost his immunity. Lin Fan really didn't like the meat and vegetables sold at the market near the hospital.

He walked to the edge of the Lingquan fishpond, picked up a net, and scooped up two of the fattest wild crucian carp. These crucian carp were raised in the Lingquan spring water, and their flesh was tender and juicy, without any muddy taste.

Next, he went to the breeding area and picked out thirty fresh free-range eggs from the chicken coop, putting them into a cardboard box.

With these ingredients in hand, Lin Fan logged out of the system.

Back in the kitchen, Lin Fan found a clean styrofoam box, laid a layer of crushed ice at the bottom, put the two still lively crucian carp inside, and sealed it.

He then put the cardboard box containing the eggs into a plastic bag and walked out of the kitchen.

"Boss Lin, what are you doing..." Old Liu stared in disbelief at what Lin Fan was holding.

"Xiaoyu has just been discharged from the hospital and needs nutrition right now." Lin Fan placed the styrofoam box and eggs on the table.

"These are wild crucian carp that I got through some channels; they've never been fed commercial feed. And these are some free-range eggs. Take them back to your rented room and make some fish soup and steamed egg custard for the kids every day."

"Absolutely not! I came here today to repay a debt of gratitude, how can I take your things?" Old Liu waved his hands anxiously, resolutely refusing to accept them.

"This isn't for you, it's for the child," Lin Fan said calmly, but his tone left no room for refusal.

He looked down at Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu," Lin Fan called out.

The boy looked up, his clear eyes meeting Lin Fan's.

"Go back and listen to your father, eat more, and grow strong. From now on, come to your uncle's shop every day, and just tell him what you want to eat."

Xiao Yu looked at his father, then at the things on the table, and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Uncle Lin. I will eat well." The boy's voice sounded a little muffled through his mask, but he was very earnest.

Old Liu looked at his son, then at Lin Fan, and his eyes reddened again.

He knew Lin Fan's temperament; he would never take back what he had given.

"Boss Lin..." Old Liu's voice was a little choked up. He didn't refuse anymore, took a step forward, and firmly picked up the foam box and the bag of eggs.

"Alright, go back now. Be careful not to let the children catch a cold on the way." Lin Fan nodded and didn't try to keep them any longer.

Old Liu led Xiao Yu to the shop entrance.

Pushing open the door, the cold wind of early winter blew in my face.

Xiaoyu turned around and waved to Tuantuan, who was standing in the corner.

"Goodbye, little Tuantuan. Goodbye, shrimp dumplings."

Tuantuan immediately put down the cat toy in her hand, ran to the door, and waved her little hand vigorously.

"Goodbye, Brother Xiaoyu! Get well soon!"

Old Liu bowed slightly to Lin Fan, took his son's hand, turned and walked into the crowd on Jin Street, heading towards the rented room in the direction of the hospital.

The father and son's figures gradually disappeared into the distance.

Lin Fan stood at the door for a while, watching until their figures disappeared around the street corner, before closing the glass door.

The shop returned to quiet.

The wall clock clicked softly, its hands pointing to 4:30 in the afternoon.

The sky began to darken slowly.

……

The top floor of the headquarters building of Su's Group in the core area of ​​Jiangcheng CBD.

The blinds in the CEO's office were drawn tightly shut, completely shutting out the cold wind and the darkening sky.

The central air conditioning in the room was set to 26 degrees Celsius, and the warm air it blew out carried a slightly dry smell.

On the large, black solid wood desk, files were piled up like a small mountain.

Su Qing leaned back in the boss's chair, reached out and rubbed her temples vigorously to relieve the dryness and soreness in her eyes.

After four consecutive days of intense work, her sleep time was reduced to less than three hours a day.

She drank cup after cup of coffee, and her stomach would often churn with acid, but she had no time to heed her body's protests.

There was a knock on the solid wood double door of the office.

"Come in." Su Qing sat up straight and threw the pen in her hand onto the table.

The CFO, Lao Chen, pushed open the door, holding a blue folder in his hand. He walked quickly, with a relaxed expression on his face that was unusual for the past few days.

"President Su, good news." Old Chen walked quickly to the desk and handed over the folder.

"The 500 million RMB bridge loan from HSBC Capital was transferred into the group's corporate account ten minutes ago. I've printed out the proof of funds and bank statements, and the legal department has verified them; there are no issues."

Su Qing took the folder and quickly opened it.

Looking at the long string of zeros above, her tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she let out a long breath of stale air that had been stuck in her chest.

"Scan this proof of funds and send it to the sponsoring team at the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission immediately."

Su Qing looked up and instructed, "Tell them that the Su Group's cash flow is perfectly fine. The roadshow for the US IPO next week should proceed as planned, without a single day of delay."

"Understood, I'll go arrange it right away." Old Chen nodded and prepared to turn and leave.

"Wait a minute," Su Qing called out to him. "The share pledge agreement signed with HSBC Capital has been locked in a safe. This matter is strictly confidential and cannot be known by anyone else on the board."

This 500 million yuan was not easy to come by.

Over the past three days, she has called almost every bank president and investment institution in Jiangcheng that is considered top-tier.

But everyone in the business world is shrewd. As soon as they heard that the Su Group was being urgently questioned by the China Securities Regulatory Commission, they either made excuses about the long approval process or used the excuse of tight credit at the end of the year to avoid meeting with the authorities.

In Jiangcheng, no one was willing to easily take out 500 million yuan in cash and risk it at this time.

Finally, having no other choice, she contacted a venture capital firm in Hong Kong that specializes in short-term bridge financing through an intermediary overnight.

The other party was a notorious predator. After figuring out the Su Group's desperate situation, they took advantage of the situation without any hesitation.

Not only did they offer short-term interest rates far exceeding market rates, but they also imposed a very harsh additional condition—