Lin Tianba: "???"
"I'm the chairman. If I don’t speak, who will?"
Lin Ran slammed a stack of documents onto the table.
"I have to go home and cook for my wife later. I don’t have time to waste with you."
Without even realizing it, Lin Ran found himself constantly thinking about Luo Yao.
"Listen up, everyone. Here’s my acquisition proposal—7 million per share. If you want to sell, sign the contract with my lawyer right here, and the money will be transferred immediately. You’ve got one hour."
"What?" Lin Tianba’s eyes widened.
"I bought your shares for 33 million per share! It’s only been a month, and now you’re offering just 7 million?"
Lin Ran: "Chairman Lin, have you forgotten something?"
Lin Tianba: "???"
With a single glance from Lin Ran, Wang Bao stepped forward, startling Lin Tianba.
"Dad… Lin-Dad."
Moral boundaries are broken step by step.
After calling Lin Ran "Dad" the first time, the second and third times became much easier for Lin Tianba.
"Pfft—" Qu Te’niang couldn’t hold back a laugh.
"My apologies, Young Master Lin. Please continue."
Qu Te’niang’s shares had been listed for sale but remained unsold, so they were still under his name for now.
Lin Ran eyed him suspiciously. He’d met this man a few times as a child, but he couldn’t understand why Qu Te’niang was laughing so eagerly—almost as if he was trying to curry favor.
"Everyone, Suran Group isn’t what it used to be. Its value has plummeted, and you all know that, even if I don’t say it."
"Many of you here were once the founding members who built Suran alongside my mother. Right now, I’m willing to buy your shares. 7 million may not be much, but it’s better than nothing. If Suran Group goes bankrupt, you might not get a single penny."
Then, Lin Ran played another card.
"However, if you choose not to sell, stay with the company and work hard under my leadership. I promise to revive Suran Group."
"Again, you have one hour."
After that hour, Lin Ran had to go home and cook for Luo Yao.
After all, if these shareholders didn’t sell, the worst that could happen was bankruptcy—but if his wife missed a meal, she’d suffer.
The shareholders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to respond.
But the determination in Lin Ran’s eyes reminded them of Su Yanyan back in the day—someone they could trust.
Lin Tianba: "You rebellious son, have you had enough yet?"
Lin Ran: "So, Chairman Lin, are you selling your shares or not?"
Lin Tianba gritted his teeth.
He was already finished. There was no escape now.
If he sold his shares, he’d only get 350 million—combined with his remaining funds, that would barely make 700 million, not even enough to repay the bank.
He had spent 1.3 billion on Lin Ran, only to see it shrink to 350 million—a net loss of 900 million. It was unbearable.
But if he didn’t sell, he’d be dragged down until bankruptcy. By then, he’d get nothing. Even if the assets outweighed the debts, recovering anything would take forever—and chances were, he’d never see a dime.
"Dad, I don’t mind you buying their shares for 7 million each, but the shares I hold were originally sold to me by you. You can’t expect me to lose so much in just a month, can you?"
Lin Ran smirked. "Business has no room for family ties, Tianba. Just say yes or no. If you refuse, I’ll walk away without another word."
Lin Tianba’s face twisted in frustration before he finally spat out, "I… I’ll sell."
He had no choice but to settle for the lesser evil—take the money now and plan his comeback later.
"Kneel. Beg me." Lin Ran’s mocking tone vanished, replaced by cold seriousness.
"What did you say?"
"I said kneel and beg me, or I won’t buy a single share from you today."
From the moment Lin Ran entered the boardroom, he had forced Lin Tianba to stand, then call him "Dad," then sell his shares—and now, to kneel. In just minutes, Lin Ran had shattered Lin Tianba’s dignity again and again.
In the end, Lin Tianba was no different from those spineless scoundrels—utterly without principles.
After a brief internal struggle, Lin Tianba closed his eyes and slowly knelt.
"Dad… please buy my shares."
Lin Ran felt a surge of satisfaction. How does it feel to be crushed by your own tactics?
Soon, the legal team finalized the deal, signing contracts on the spot.
Lin Ran: "Anyone else selling? If you still believe in Suran Group—if you trust me—I won’t let you lose out. But if you want to exit, I respect that."
At this moment, Qu Te’niang stepped forward.
"I’ve made my decision. I’m sticking with Young Master Lin."
Qu Te’niang knew full well—Lin Ran was Luo Yao’s man. He had no idea how Lin Ran planned to revive Suran Group, but just the fact that he was Luo Yao’s husband was enough.
This was a bet with a 99.9% chance of success.
Even if it failed, Qu Te’niang didn’t care. He was certain that following Lin Ran would eventually pay off.
His declaration stunned the room. No one understood why this master investor had suddenly changed his mind.
Did Lin Ran really have such charisma?
Lin Tianba might be the chairman, but to these shareholders, Qu Te’niang was their anchor.
Wherever Qu Te’niang stayed, money followed.
And so—
"I’m keeping my shares too. I’ll work with Young Master Lin."
"Young Master Lin, you’re my boss now. Looking forward to it."
"I’ll still sell. My family needs the money."
Various responses emerged, but most chose to hold onto their shares for now.
In the end, Lin Ran spent 500 million to acquire 70% of Suran Group’s shares. Qu Te’niang retained his 15%, while the remaining shareholders collectively held the last 15%.
Lin Tianba was dumbfounded. Something felt off.
After all this, was he the only major shareholder forced out?
Lin Ran stood up, walked over, and patted Lin Tianba’s cheek.
"Surprised, my unfilial son? From today onward, the tables have turned. Take your money and enjoy the last few days of your wealthy life."
Lin Tianba: "Lin Ran… just you wait."
Lin Ran smiled.
"Oh, one more thing—I’ve already had Xu Kai contact the bank. Given your massive debt, they might declare you in default and demand immediate repayment."
Lin Tianba froze as if struck by lightning, his mouth hanging open in shock.
If the bank called in his loans, he’d never recover.
Sure, the bank would pay a small penalty for early termination, but compared to the amount at stake, it was nothing.
The real problem? He didn’t even have enough to repay them—not even with the money from selling his shares.
Once that was gone, how could he ever make a comeback?
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