Chapter 0188

Everyone else quickly caught on as well.

According to Lin Ran's plan, this was truly an operational model where a free short drama could leverage big capital. Just this one short drama alone could earn profits that traditional companies could hardly dream of.

No wonder he was the boss.

Though Chen Qingtian wasn’t part of management, she had attended this meeting and was utterly stunned by what she heard.

How could this brainless short drama possibly make more money than producing an entire movie?

Shaking her head at the thought, Chen Qingtian chuckled self-deprecatingly.

She must be out of her mind—there was no way that could happen.

"Alright, that’s it for today’s meeting. I need to go find my wife. Wu Zhishang, bring an assistant and come with me to Luo Corporation to discuss the collaboration."

Wu Zhishang: "Chairman Lin, I don’t have an assistant."

"Just grab anyone."

After wrapping up this pivotal meeting, Lin Ran left the company, heading back to Luo Corporation to find Luo Yao.

But the moment he stepped out of the building, someone stopped him.

A burly man charged at him, brandishing a belt like a tiger pouncing down a mountain, the sight alone enough to send chills down one’s spine.

"You little bastard, I’ll beat you to death!"

Lin Ran was startled, initially thinking Luo Wushuang had sent someone after him. But upon a closer look—

Well, well. It was Lin Tianba.

Wang Bao and Little Tong immediately rushed forward, while Lin Ran strolled over leisurely.

"You little brat, call them off! I’m your father! It’s only right for me to discipline you!"

Lin Ran narrowed his eyes. He knew Lin Tianba was already on the verge of collapse.

Otherwise, with his spineless nature, how would he dare to pick a fight?

This time, Lin Ran decided to use both psychological and physical attacks.

He walked up and slapped Lin Tianba’s face—once, twice, thrice—each strike filling Lin Tianba with humiliation.

"You little bastard, what are you doing?! Let me go!"

Lin Ran tsked. "Not just pitiful, but stupid too. Coming after me alone—are you underestimating me or Luo Corporation’s security team?"

Lin Tianba bared his teeth and snarled, "You’re the pitiful one! A heartless beast with no family, no love! You’ll never receive the fatherly love only I can give!"

Lin Ran nearly burst out laughing.

"Old man, sometimes I really pity you lot. You’re stuck in your own delusions, thinking the world revolves around you. But it’s all just fantasy."

"Let me make one thing clear: I have family—my wife. I have love—all of it belongs to Luo Yao. As for you? I don’t even hate you. After all, you can’t blame a pile of shit for stinking. Right?"

Lin Tianba finally experienced firsthand Lin Ran’s mercilessness, understanding now what Lin Jian and Liu Yuemei had felt during yesterday’s livestream.

After the mother-son duo returned home, Lin Tianba had flown into a rage.

With millions watching the stream, they’d become infamous nationwide.

Liu Yuemei hadn’t even made it home before being doxxed.

This had pushed Lin Tianba’s hatred for Lin Ran to an all-time high, leading to today’s confrontation.

"You ungrateful wretch! Don’t you feel the slightest urge to kneel and apologize when you see me?!"

Lin Ran: "Hold on—you’re speaking Chinese, but I can’t make sense of a word you’re saying. Did a donkey kick you in the head?"

Lin Tianba was livid.

"Fine! You’ve lost your birth father for good! Mark my words—you’ll never know a father’s love!"

Lin Ran kicked Lin Tianba square in the mouth, sending several teeth flying with a sickening crack.

"Damn, you’re truly pathetic. I have Luo Yao—that’s all I need. You’re the real loser here, with no one to love you."

Spitting out blood and broken teeth, Lin Tianba glared at Lin Ran with venom.

"I have a wife, a son… though I mean Lin Jian, not you."

Lin Ran smirked, flashing his perfectly aligned teeth as if mocking Lin Tianba’s missing ones.

"Oh yes, of course. Let’s hope you can handle it when you find out your wife’s been fooling around with other men."

"Let’s hope you can handle it when you learn your son isn’t actually yours."

"Let’s hope you can handle it when they abandon you for money."

Lin Tianba roared, "You—you’re lying! How dare you slander them! Yuemei is gentle, dignified, graceful—a rare and virtuous woman!"

Lin Ran doubled over laughing, the sound almost unsettling.

"What’s so funny?!"

"Oh, Lin Tianba… I’d advise you to go home and see what your ‘virtuous’ wife is really up to these days. ‘Graceful’? More like ‘tree-hugging’ graceful."

Lin Tianba’s eyes bulged with rage. "I won’t let you speak of your mother like that!"

Lin Ran’s smile vanished. "Say that again, and I’ll turn you into a corpse. You know who my wife is—Luo Yao."

For the first time, Lin Tianba sensed genuine killing intent from Lin Ran.

Lin Ran snatched the belt from Lin Tianba’s hand, flipping it to strike him with the buckle.

"Agh—!"

Lin Ran: "How many times must we do this? Still acting tough in front of me? I’ve cut ties with the Lin family—did you forget, or are you just senile?"

He whipped Lin Tianba until he was exhausted, then tossed the belt onto his head.

"Funny how the pitiful always bring it upon themselves. Face reality, or Batman might come for you next."

Lin Tianba: "???"

Uncle Fu delivered the final blow: "Clown."

Lin Tianba passed out—from sheer rage.

"What a shame. I was going to show him something interesting. Guess it’ll have to wait."

Uncle Fu remarked, "Young Master Lin, you’ve changed a lot lately."

Lin Ran glanced at him. "Oh? For better or worse?"

"You’ve regained your sight."

Lin Ran: "......Since when do you joke?"

Arriving at Luo Corporation, Lin Ran headed straight to the 88th floor, while Wu Zhishang took his assistant to the project proposal meeting room.

On the 88th floor, Lin Ran entered Luo Yao’s office, where Liu Meng happened to be as well.

The moment Liu Meng saw Lin Ran, she froze like a mouse spotting a cat, scrambling to leave.

Lin Ran stopped her.

"Assistant Liu, Wu Zhishang is here to discuss the collaboration. Assign someone to handle it."

"Right away, Young Master Lin."

Liu Meng left the office, exhaling in relief.

"Close call. Almost got force-fed dog food."

Entering the assistants’ office, she scanned the room.

One assistant asked, "What’s up, Liu-jie?"

Liu Meng: "There’s a client downstairs. Who’s free to come with me?"

Before anyone else could respond, a hand shot up eagerly.

"Me! Pick me! Pick me!"