Chapter 270 I Didn't Expect You Were Hiding Such a Trump Card!
"Since that's the case, Haoran, I'll leave it to you to contact Wardley Limited. I'll fully cooperate with them to ensure our company can go public as quickly and smoothly as possible.
After hearing what you said today, I can't wait to see Amega become a shining listed company!" At this moment, Liu Luanxiong's eyes were filled with longing and infinite dreams for the future.
Becoming the chairman of a listed company — something he wouldn't even have dared to dream of two years ago — was now within reach.
Amega had only two shareholders: Lin Haoran and Liu Luanxiong.
Thus, once Lin proposed it and Liu agreed, the decision was finalized without the need for any complicated process.
Lin Haoran and Liu Luanxiong chatted in the office for over two hours before Lin finally left.
Before leaving, he received a set of documents from the company's CFO, Lai Meihui.
This package contained detailed monthly revenue, profit, and tax records since Amega's founding, as well as the company's growth history.
All the data was real—there was no need for embellishment or exaggeration.
After all, Amega's stellar performance over the past two years could easily withstand any scrutiny.
Lin Haoran planned to have Oriental Daily publish these figures publicly!
Once revealed, it would be impossible for Hong Kong citizens not to recognize Amega, a company that previously had very little public presence.
Though Amega had strong revenues, it mainly did export business—its products weren't sold locally.
Thus, outside the manufacturing industry, few ordinary citizens knew about it.
After leaving Kwun Tong, even though it was already 6 p.m., Lin Haoran didn't rush home.
Instead, he headed to Oriental Publishing's headquarters on the 7th floor of Cheung Yip Building in Wan Chai.
While most companies were winding down for the day, Oriental Publishing was still buzzing with activity.
The media industry was different — editing, layout, and finalizing pages usually happened at night, with overtime being the norm.
Especially for a powerhouse like Oriental Daily, Hong Kong's top-selling newspaper.
"Good evening, Boss!"
"Good evening, Mr. Lin!"
...
When Lin Haoran entered, many employees greeted him warmly.
Ever since the Fortress Electrical incident, Lin's acquisition of Oriental Daily had become well-known.
Thus, everyone recognized him.
Smiling and nodding, Lin Haoran took the elevator to the 7th floor.
There, General Manager Cui Zilong was still at his desk, unsurprised to see Lin Haoran — Lin had called earlier from Amega to arrange the meeting.
"Please have a seat, Boss," Cui Zilong said politely.
Lin Haoran smiled, adjusted the chair slightly, and sat down comfortably.
"Hope I'm not disturbing your evening?" Lin Haoran joked.
"In this industry, there's no such thing as getting off early," Cui Zilong chuckled.
"Besides, I hold several roles now."
Most staff were still working, and as GM, he certainly couldn't leave early.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Lin Haoran said sincerely.
"It's my duty — with a high salary comes high responsibility," Cui Zilong responded.
"I came today because I want you to hold tomorrow's front page for an important story. Here, take a look," Lin Haoran said, handing him the Amega documents.
He had already asked Cui earlier to delay locking down tomorrow's news layout.
Cui Zilong carefully reviewed the materials.
After a while, he looked up, visibly surprised.
"Boss, are these figures real?" he asked gravely.
Though he had access to plenty of intel at Oriental Publishing, he hadn't specifically investigated Amega.
"Of course they're real.
Take tax records, for example — those can't be faked.
Anyone can verify them.
Originally, I wanted Amega to stay low-profile, but since we plan to go public, it's time to let the public know about the company," Lin Haoran explained with a smile.
"If these figures are accurate, once listed, Amega will undoubtedly capture the attention of every investor in Hong Kong!
This is easily one of the most profitable manufacturing companies in Hong Kong!" Cui said, amazed.
"I didn't expect you were hiding such a trump card!" he added.
"But don't just write a dry report.
Frame it as a real, compelling story.
Let me introduce you to my partner, Liu Luanxiong.
Through his perspective, you'll find plenty of material.
Liu started in 1978 when he felt underappreciated by his family's business.
He left empty-handed, borrowing money from his wife's family to start fresh..." Lin Haoran began.
He knew that real-life, emotional stories resonated better with readers than dry financial reports.
Many people could relate to being underestimated when young.
As long as Amega's revenue data was legitimate (and it was), even if the company later underperformed, today's glowing reports would remain justified.
Before deciding to publicize Liu's story, Lin Haoran had obtained Liu's consent.
Surprisingly, Liu agreed without hesitation.
Reflecting on his early struggles, Liu didn't see them as disgraceful but as proof of his resilience.
He had triumphed over hardship.
Such rags-to-riches stories always captured the public's imagination.
Cui Zilong listened carefully.
Lin Haoran was deeply familiar with Liu's history, narrating for over ten minutes.
"Boss, with the material you provided and Amega's actual achievements, we can easily create several inspiring stories.
I'll assign our best writers to draft them, and we'll select the best version for tomorrow's front page.
I'm sure it will cause a sensation across Hong Kong!" Cui said seriously.
Liu's journey was indeed inspirational:
Returning from overseas, toiling anonymously in his family's company, being constantly dismissed — until he finally struck out on his own, creating a business that surpassed his family's legacy.
Such a story was bound to strike a chord with the public.
"Good, get to it. I'll stay and review the drafts myself," Lin Haoran instructed.
Although it was already evening, he wasn't in a rush to leave.
He wanted to personally approve the article to ensure the quality.
While waiting, he asked Li Weiguo to fetch a simple dinner from the staff canteen.
Despite his immense wealth, Lin Haoran remained unpretentious about food — especially during busy times.
An hour later, around 7 p.m., Cui returned, holding three drafts.
"Boss, I had our three best writers each prepare a version. All of them are excellent—please take a look," Cui said, handing over the papers.
"Thanks for the hard work!" Lin Haoran replied, accepting the documents.
The office fell into silence, broken only by the sound of pages turning.
The articles were indeed outstanding—no wonder Oriental Daily led Hong Kong's newspaper market.
Each draft offered a slightly different angle but conveyed the same core story.
Choosing just one would be difficult.
"Boss, from a professional standpoint, this one is the strongest," Cui suggested, pointing to one particular article.
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