Every member of the Ten Thousand Dragons Society present was electrified, the banquet hall buzzing with an almost fanatical energy.
The Young Miss had made it crystal clear—stocks originally valued at three or four yuan per share were now being offered at two yuan, with a buy-one-get-one-free deal. That effectively meant one yuan per share. On top of that, they could use their salaries to purchase ten thousand shares in installments.
Forget about the additional self-raised funds later—just these ten thousand shares alone could be flipped for thirty or forty thousand yuan, netting a clean twenty or thirty thousand in profit. It was practically free money.
If they could max out their purchase limit at a hundred thousand shares, each person’s net worth would at least double to three or four hundred thousand yuan.
Three or four hundred thousand—enough to buy a decent apartment outright in Bright Pearl City.
Outside the city center, property prices generally hovered around two to three thousand per square meter. The real surge in housing prices wouldn’t come until around 2010, when they’d double to four or five thousand.
It was almost comical how housing prices kept pace with wages—when the average salary was around a thousand yuan, homes cost two to three thousand per square meter; when wages rose to two thousand, so did prices to four or five thousand. A perfect lockstep.
No matter how you looked at it, the Young Miss was essentially gifting them a house. With over two hundred people in the room, that meant she was handing out over two hundred apartments.
Tell me, what other boss or leader would be this generous?
And the Young Miss had even assured them—these shares would keep appreciating. Holding onto them long-term would far outpace stashing money in a bank, not to mention the annual dividends.
As for the stock value dropping someday?
To the Ten Thousand Dragons Society members, that was unthinkable.
With the Young Miss at the helm, the Society’s valuation would only rise, never fall. No reasoning or data was needed—just blind faith in the radiant figure on that stage.
Many were already scheming about how to scrape together every last penny from family and friends to buy up as many shares as possible. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Of course, Liu Yutong knew it’d be tough for most to cough up such large sums immediately. Not many families had tens of thousands lying around.
So, she gave them a month.
Why only a month? Because stock prices would inevitably fluctuate later. They couldn’t keep selling at this rock-bottom rate forever—it’d wreck future sales. During this window, everyone could buy what they could.
She also set rough limits: five thousand shares max for peripheral members, ten thousand for core members, with executives handled separately.
Outstanding employees would be rewarded with shares from a reserve pool or straight-up cash bonuses.
The moment Liu Yutong finished speaking, the banquet hall erupted.
"Long live the Young Miss!" someone shouted first.
Soon, over two hundred voices thundered in unison: "LONG LIVE THE YOUNG MISS!"
The roar shook the ceiling.
"Damn it, I’ll sell everything I own to grab those hundred thousand shares!"
"I’m pooling money too—buying now is pure profit!"
"My cousin’s getting married this year, but screw that—I’m taking his betrothal money and investing it here. What’s a wedding compared to Ten Thousand Dragons Society stock?!"
"..."
Some of the earliest core members, like Zhang Tao, felt their eyes grow moist.
Zhang Tao had been around the block—he’d followed Yu Chen into the Righteous Union back in the day and rubbed shoulders with plenty of neighborhood bosses. But a leader who shoveled real wealth into her people’s hands like this? Liu Yutong was the first. The only one.
Finally, someone murmured under their breath, "We picked the right person... this makes life worth it."
Liu Yutong watched the feverish crowd and smiled. "I won’t waste your time. The finance team starts processing purchases tomorrow. For now—eat, drink, enjoy!"
"We’d walk through fire for you, Young Miss!"
Another deafening roar answered her.
Yu Mo, observing the Society’s frenzy, muttered enviously, "I’m doing employee shares someday too."
Yu Xin shot him a look. "You can’t. Yu Corporation would collapse."
Yu Mo: "..."
Harsh, but true. Not every company could pull this off.
Most firms? Employees wouldn’t just refuse—they’d quit on the spot, convinced the boss was scamming them to save a sinking ship.
Nationwide, companies like Longwei that successfully implemented employee ownership were vanishingly rare. Even that XC region supermarket chain was one-of-a-kind.
Some models look simple but are near-impossible to replicate.
The Ten Thousand Dragons Society’s unique fusion worked precisely because of its inherent uniqueness—no other company could mimic it. Even copying Longwei or XC would be easier.
Even if other syndicates tried to emulate the Society’s structure, none had Liu Yutong’s strategic vision to lift everyone together.
In short—the Ten Thousand Dragons Society was irreplicable.
The members were thoroughly impressed with Yu Mo’s arrangements too—it was their first time dining in such a high-end hotel.
After the feast, Yu Mo approached Liu Yutong with a glass, downing it in one go without a word.
"Sis Yutong, I’m in awe. Today was an education."
He poured another, toasted again, then got down to business.
"Sis Yutong, my stepmother’s called a board meeting. They’re making their move."
Liu Yutong: "Contracts ready?"
Yu Mo nodded, signaling for the prepared documents.
The first was an employment contract—temporarily hiring two hundred core Ten Thousand Dragons Security personnel as Yu Corporation’s protection team.
Only the chairman or CEO’s signature was needed to activate it.
Next came a liability waiver: all actions by the security team were authorized by Yu Corporation, which would bear full responsibility. They were just the executors.
Then, Yu Mo produced something far more significant—a share transfer agreement.
He was offering Liu Yutong 2% of his equity, plus a board seat nomination.
For a private family firm like Yu Corporation (not publicly traded, no independent directors), 2% wasn’t earth-shattering.
But timing made it explosive.
At Yu Corporation’s current six-billion-yuan valuation, those shares were worth over a hundred million.
Liu Yutong was genuinely surprised. She hadn’t expected this.
Yu Mo didn’t elaborate. He’d deliberated long on this decision. Any prior hesitation vanished after witnessing the Society’s meteoric rise and Liu Yutong’s leadership caliber.
This was non-negotiable now—he had to give her those shares.
If Liu Yutong could give it away, why couldn't he?
Though he wasn’t giving it to employees, the principle was the same.
The main thing was, he realized that with his current capabilities, not only was it impossible to grow the company, but even maintaining the family legacy would be a struggle.
The best solution was to find a powerful backer with sharp strategic vision.
But securing such an alliance required more than empty words—it demanded genuine sincerity. These shares would serve as his pledge of loyalty.
"Secretary Yu, bring out the company seal and stamp it."
"Young Master..."
"Keep stalling, and I’ll kick you!"
Yu Chen trembled as he pulled the company seal from his briefcase—it was something Yu Mo had instructed him to "borrow" from headquarters earlier.
He’d assumed the young master intended to use it as leverage against Madam, but he never expected things to escalate this far.
He’d underestimated the situation.
In the end, Liu Yutong signed the equity transfer agreement.
Free shares were too good to pass up, and she could always have Yu Corporation handle the construction of her future headquarters and employee housing.
However, for the transfer to take full effect, Yu Mo would first need to reclaim his shares entirely.
As for board nominations, that would require a formal decision from the directors.
Once the signing was done, Yu Mo turned to the assembled members of the Dragon Society and announced, "Brothers and sisters of the Dragon Society, I hope you’ve all eaten and drunk your fill? Then I’ll have to trouble you all to put in some overtime. A little extra effort, please."
Even though they were technically hired help, as their employer, he still had to be polite—and he didn’t dare be otherwise.
In unison, the group stood.
"Young Master Yu, just give the order!"
They’d witnessed Yu Mo’s grand gestures today—gifting cars, offering shares to the young miss—showing immense face and sincerity.
Naturally, they wouldn’t hold back either.
Seeing this, Yu Mo felt a surge of exhilaration.
Was this the thrill of power?
With a sweeping gesture, he commanded, "Then let’s move out!"
No sooner had he spoken than the Dragon Society members sprang into action, marching out of the hotel in a formidable display.
Watching the scene unfold, Yu Chen could only think one thing: "We’re doomed!"
