There's no way, Lin Yan wanted to provoke the other party.
"You!"
As expected, upon hearing Lin Yan suggest that Song Botao might have fallen into a toilet, Song Yi couldn't help but lose his temper. Song Botao was his favorite and only son. Even if he wasn't, Song Yi would likely find it difficult to accept someone insulting his family like this.
Taking a deep breath, Song Yi tried to calm himself down as much as possible.
"Speak, what are your terms."
Song Botao was Song Yi's only son, and he valued him immensely, which was why he had placed him in a high position within his company.
"What terms, Mr. Song, I don't understand. Shouldn't you be in the toilet looking for your son? What terms are you talking to me about?"
Lin Yan continued to play coy, but he took the list handed to him by Su Mojin.
"Lin Yan, my patience has its limits. I don't want our first negotiation to be spent like this."
Song Yi took another deep breath.
"Mr. Song, I'm not calling you for any negotiation. I don't know what you want to talk about. I just want to have a casual chat."
"Casual chat my ass!"
Upon hearing Lin Yan mention a casual chat, Song Yi finally couldn't hold back and exploded. After a curse, there was a sound of metal hitting the ground. Lin Yan guessed that Song Yi had thrown his phone.
"Alright, Mr. Song, I won't play games with you anymore. Eighty percent of the Song family's assets, in exchange for your son's life."
Lin Yan put away his scoundrel demeanor and stopped pretending, getting straight to the negotiation.
Lin Yan said calmly into the phone. The words he had spoken earlier were just to provoke the other party; otherwise, he himself would have felt uncomfortable speaking in such a manner.
Hearing that Lin Yan hadn't mentioned her father, Chen Qianqian, who was beside them, was taken aback and wanted to speak. However, Yang Tianming quickly covered her mouth, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.
She had initially thought Lin Yan would be different from those capitalists, but unexpectedly, he was the same. He had the means to save her father but chose his own interests.
She suddenly regretted getting involved in the Su family's affairs. They should have been left to fend for themselves. She hadn't expected her parents to be dragged into it. Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, she cried silently.
"Eighty percent, why don't you just rob me!"
Another sound of a phone hitting the ground.
Song Yi was completely enraged by Lin Yan. Demanding eighty percent of the Song family's assets was no different from robbery. No, robbery wouldn't be this quick.
"Then Mr. Song, we have nothing to discuss. Just wait to collect your son's corpse."
Saying that, Lin Yan prepared to hang up the phone.
"Wait a moment!"
Just as Lin Yan was about to hang up, Song Yi spoke. Lin Yan's finger, which was hovering over the hang-up button, paused. His movements were already slow; he was waiting for this very sentence.
"Twenty percent at most, that's my bottom line."
"Sixty percent. Mr. Song, remember, your son has only one life."
"Impossible."
Sixty percent of his assets was something Song Botao absolutely couldn't accept. It was equivalent to handing over the empire he had built over many years.
"Heh heh, Mr. Song, assets can be earned again if lost, but a son lost is truly lost forever. If I recall correctly, Mr. Song's health isn't very good, is it?"
Lin Yan's tone returned to its earlier obnoxious manner.
"Thirty percent at most!"
Song Yi let out another sigh. He had lost count of how many times he had done so.
"Forty percent, deal. Mr. Song, I'll give you a list of assets. I only want what's on it. Tomorrow morning, I'll send someone to handle the asset transfer and return your son to you."
"You!"
"Ai!"
The call had ended. Song Yi slumped onto his office chair. He hadn't expected a junior to be able to manipulate him so completely.
Forty percent of his assets, gone just like that!
However, at least his son was still alive. Losing family assets was better than being left without an heir. Moreover, their family's assets were constantly being absorbed by the Lin family anyway; this just accelerated the process. It seemed he needed to prepare a fallback plan, Song Yi thought.
"Not many people know about the transfer of the hospital. Only a few of my trusted confidantes are aware. Go and find out who leaked the information."
Song Yi said to his secretary. Within his family, there was an informant!
Song Yi's secretary had followed Song Botao for many years and could be considered the most trusted confidante. Song Yi trusted her implicitly.
Receiving the order, the secretary glanced at Song Yi, turned, and left the office.
"Why didn't you save my father?"
After the call ended, Chen Qianqian broke free from Yang Tianming's grasp and said to Lin Yan with a choked voice.
"Yang Tianming, cover her mouth!"
"Yes, Madam."
Yang Tianming, releasing his hand, covered Chen Qianqian's mouth again. Although Su Mojin was also curious, her man was not someone Chen Qianqian could question casually.
Lin Yan, having hung up the phone, didn't put it away. He held it for a moment, and after nearly half a minute, he picked it up again and dialed Song Yi's number.
"Mr. Song, I forgot to inform you. Remember to release the Chen family, otherwise, you might not see your son!"
With that obnoxious tone again, Lin Yan hung up the phone after dropping the line. This time, he put the phone back into his pocket.
Seeing this, Chen Qianqian stared blankly at Lin Yan, her struggles ceasing. She didn't quite understand Lin Yan's purpose.
"Let's go."
Lin Yan stood up and pulled Su Mojin. The matter was settled, and it was time for him to spend some quality time with his wife.
"Young Master Lin, I... I'm sorry!"
Chen Qianqian said softly. Although she didn't know Lin Yan's purpose, she felt she had inadvertently offended him.
However, Lin Yan had already opened the door and walked out, completely oblivious to Chen Qianqian's words.
Sitting in the office, the secretary had been gone for a long time. Song Yi's mood gradually calmed down. He realized he had fallen into a trap. Although Lin Yan's rhetoric was skillful, there were still flaws in front of an old hand like Song Yi.
Song Yi's mind kept replaying Lin Yan's last seemingly casual remark. The Chen family, it seemed this Chen family might be the reason Lin Yan contacted him this time.
Upon closer thought, Song Yi felt this idea becoming increasingly plausible.
It was just that he had been provoked by the other party earlier and hadn't considered this. An old hand being provoked by a junior, Song Yi found it laughable. Perhaps the importance of his son in his heart was simply too great.