Lin Ran's domineering attitude completely crushed the hesitation of the others, causing them to switch sides and abandon Zhuang Bifan.
Zhuang Bifan: "On what grounds?"
"On the grounds that I feel like it."
Zhuang Bifan was hopping mad, but Lin Ran casually turned to the others.
"Can't be bothered to waste time here. So, can I go in now?"
The others: "Of course, of course! Our apologies for the rudeness. Please, go right ahead."
"Zhuang Bifan, get lost already! If Young Master Lin won’t sell to you, why are you still shamelessly clinging on?"
The people Zhuang Bifan had brought with him now blocked him from entering.
Zhuang Bifan: "Lin Ran, you’re nothing but a capitalist who doesn’t care about consumers! If you don’t solve my problem today, I’ll die right here!"
Lin Ran narrowed his eyes.
"So that’s how you want to play? Shen Jingbing."
Shen Jingbing: "Leave it to me, boss."
Lin Ran entered the Suran Group office building and said to Little Tong beside him, "Look into that Zhuang Bifan."
"Got it."
Lin Ran’s earlier words outside were just to placate potential future consumers.
This Zhuang Bifan—there was definitely something off about him.
What kind of person backs out of a property purchase only to try buying it again later?
That makes no sense.
If it were him, he’d at least have some pride.
But now, he wasn’t some nobody anymore. The only thing that could make him shameless was Luo Yao.
Qu Te Niang was currently riding high on success.
The chairman of Suran Group—if he appeared before Lin Tianba like this, wouldn’t it infuriate the old man?
All of this was thanks to Lin Ran, who had given him this opportunity.
And now, Suran Group’s real estate sales were booming.
Ever since the school district housing policy was confirmed, deals were being closed daily.
The pace wasn’t lightning-fast, but it was steady.
Then, just two days ago, after Lin Ran was exposed as Luo Yao’s husband, Suran Group’s reputation skyrocketed.
In just a few days, their doors were practically trampled by crowds, some arriving with one clear goal:
View the property → Sign the contract → Pay the deposit.
Everyone was thinking, What if I end up living in the same neighborhood as the son-in-law of the top financial dynasty? How incredible would that be?
It’d even make for great bragging rights:
"I live in the same neighborhood as the First Son-in-Law!"
As a result, properties in Linyuan Shengjing became instantly oversubscribed. The second-phase construction was now being rushed day and night, just waiting for the final touches before pre-sales.
"Old Qu, I’m just here for a casual look. No need to be so tense."
Qu Te Niang whispered a reminder: "Young Master Lin, you can’t just casually look. As the hidden boss of Suran Group, this time you should project dominance and put them in their place."
Lin Ran: "Why can’t you keep them in line? I’m starting to doubt your competence."
"Young Master Lin, Suran isn’t what it used to be. We’ve practically sold out all available properties. Now the shareholders are getting cocky. They know me too well—they don’t fear me. But you’re different. If you can assert your authority, no one in the company will dare step out of line."
Lin Ran nodded.
"So, we’ve made a lot of money, right?"
Qu Te Niang: "Quite a bit. But does Young Master Lin even care about that?"
Lin Ran nodded again. "Of course I care. How much I get in the next dividend payout determines what kind of gift I can buy for my wife."
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Qu Te Niang suspected Lin Ran was force-feeding him dog food, but he had no proof.
"Right. Understood."
Lin Ran and Qu Te Niang entered Suran Group’s conference room—once Lin Tianba’s domain, now Lin Ran’s.
"Young Master Lin, you’re here." The shareholders all greeted him with smiles, knowing Suran’s success was entirely his doing.
"You don’t mind me joining the meeting, do you?"
"Of course not! You’re the boss. We all eat because of you. Your presence is an honor!"
Lin Ran waved a hand. "Alright, I’m just here to check on the company’s progress."
A massive portrait of Lin Ran hung on the backdrop. Before the meeting, everyone bowed three times to it. Lin Ran’s face darkened.
"We live in a socialist society. No feudal hierarchy nonsense. Stop bowing to my picture from now on."
"But how can we not? Young Master Lin, you’ve given us new life and hope. You’re a great man!"
Expressionless, Lin Ran took his seat, and only then did the others sit.
Today’s meeting was about raising prices for the second-phase properties.
Three options:
1. Increase by 8%
2. Increase by 10%
3. Increase by 20%
Debate erupted, with Lin Ran silently observing the chaos.
Just as Qu Te Niang prepared to call a vote, he glanced at Lin Ran.
"Young Master Lin, any suggestions?"
Lin Ran: "My suggestion is—no price hike."
The shareholders’ eyes nearly popped out.
"What?! The market’s this hot, and we don’t raise prices? What are we waiting for?"
"Let me be blunt—I’ve already arranged a meeting with pricing bureau officials."
"No price hike? Young Master Lin, are you joking?"
Lin Ran narrowed his eyes. Qu Te Niang was right—he was new to this role and couldn’t control these people.
Especially since Qu Te Niang used to be their equal as a fellow shareholder. Now that he’d suddenly become their superior, the old "brothers" naturally resented it.
It was like those grassroots emperors who purged their ministers—Back when you were a beggar, I was doing better than you. Now you’re emperor, and I’m supposed to bow?
With these guys colluding and Lin Ran rarely around, Qu Te Niang had it tough.
Only now did Lin Ran realize Qu Te Niang had manipulated him into asserting dominance—for his own convenience.
This guy even schemed against him.
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
"But—"
SLAM! Lin Ran slammed the table.
"As Suran’s owner and majority shareholder, do I not even have this authority? A price hike? Look at who’s buying our properties—people who’ve worked their whole lives to afford a down payment. And you want to price them out to make room for speculators? What kind of logic is that?"
One shareholder protested: "But Young Master Lin, we’re businessmen. Shouldn’t profit come before sentiment?"
Lin Ran raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly. I am profit-driven. I’ve already made a fortune from Suran Group."
Everyone stared in shock, as if the world had turned upside down.
Sure, you, Lin Ran, made bank by screwing over your own father—but what about the rest of us?
Watching their stunned faces, Lin Ran spoke coldly.
"If you think I’ll compromise just because of your words, let me make one thing clear—I dragged Lin Tianba down and turned him into a beggar. Do you really believe I can’t toss someone else into the crematory furnace?"
The moment Lin Ran spoke these words, the entire room froze in terror.

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