Liang Li said, "Dahe, you probably don’t know yet, but our company is about to collaborate with Tianmu Group soon. They invest in real estate and purchase materials from us. With Tianmu Group’s partnership, our annual revenue could reach several hundred million."
"In the future, Mom and Dad will get acquainted with the CEO of Tianmu Group. With such a powerful backer behind us, Dahe, how could your friends possibly suppress us?"
Liang Li put on a hypocritically sweet tone. "For your own sake, and for your foster parents, you should just apologize to Mom and Dad."
His voice dripped with smugness.
With Tianmu Group’s cooperation, their company was bound to soar to new heights.
And he—he was the sole heir to Xingsheng Construction Materials.
Everything in the Liang family would belong to him.
As for forcing Wang Dahe to apologize, given his stubborn nature, he would never back down.
The worse Wang Dahe treated his parents, the less likely they would ever allow him back into the Liang family.
Whispers spread among the onlookers.
"Who would’ve thought they’d try to use Tianmu Group to pressure Dahe and Lin Xuan? Little do they know, Lin Xuan is the mastermind behind Tianmu Group. Their plans are about to crumble."
"Tsk, if they had treated Dahe better, with Lin Xuan’s help, the Liang family would’ve thrived. But no, they favored the wrong child and lost the golden goose."
"Guess what? Do you think Xingsheng’s collaboration with Tianmu Group will still go through?"
"Not a chance. Tianmu Group is notorious for holding grudges. Offending Lin Xuan means their company is as good as finished."
"Now we’re in for a show. I’m dying to see the look on the Liang family’s faces when they find out Lin Xuan is the real boss of Tianmu Group."
This was going to be an entertaining spectacle.
Everyone present stared at the Liang family as if they were watching a clown perform.
"Tianmu Group, huh?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Liang Li straightened his back proudly. "You people probably have no idea how influential Tianmu Group is right now."
"Tianmu Group was founded just two years ago, yet it’s already the leading enterprise in novels, film, entertainment, gaming, and short videos."
"Now they’re expanding into real estate and chose our company as their partner. If this collaboration goes well, we’ll secure long-term cooperation."
With such a massive corporation backing them, Xingsheng Construction Materials would live lavishly off Tianmu Group’s orders alone.
One of Wang Dahe’s friends spoke up loudly, "Do you even know that Dahe currently works in Tianmu Group’s IT department?"
Liang Li’s fists clenched instantly.
Damn it!
Wang Dahe actually worked in Tianmu Group’s IT division?
That department was the core of the entire company.
Rumor had it that every member of the IT team was a top-tier computer expert recruited from home and abroad.
How the hell did Wang Dahe even get in?
Liang's mother crossed her arms. "No wonder you’re acting so bold—you’re an employee of Tianmu Group."
"But Dahe, now that we’re collaborating with them, getting a single employee fired is child’s play. Are you sure you won’t listen to us?"
Wang Dahe smirked. "No. And one more thing—"
"Where exactly did you get the confidence that Tianmu Group would fire me?" He looked at them as if they were fools. Lin Xuan himself had personally recruited him into the company. Expecting Lin Xuan to dismiss him? That was pure fantasy.
After all this time, Wang Dahe still refused to show the Liang family an ounce of respect.
This infuriated them beyond measure.
Liang's mother snapped, "Because Xingsheng Construction Materials has a deal with Tianmu Group!"
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
Wang Dahe’s friends and classmates burst into uncontrollable laughter.
The Liang family was utterly confused.
What were they laughing at?
What was so funny?
Their expressions were filled with mockery and disdain.
The Liang family burned with rage.
How dare these low-class nobodies look down on them?
"What’s so amusing?" Liang's father demanded coldly.
One of Wang Dahe’s friends raised an eyebrow. "We’re laughing at you for being blind fools who offended the wrong people."
Daring to strut around arrogantly in front of Tianmu Group’s true mastermind? They were digging their own graves.
"Offended the wrong people?"
Liang's father sneered. "You mean Wang Dahe? Or—"
His finger pointed at Lin Xuan. "Or this penniless friend of his?"
The onlookers remained silent, watching with amusement.
Now, they just had to wait and see how Lin Xuan would humiliate them.
Who knew a simple birthday party would turn into such a spectacle?
This was going to be good.
"Chairman Liang," Lin Xuan finally spoke. "You’re only acting high and mighty because your company has a deal with Tianmu Group, right? What if that deal falls through?"
"Falls through? What kind of joke is that?" Liang's father scoffed. "The details of our collaboration are already finalized. We’re signing the contract tomorrow."
He would personally visit Tianmu Group to finalize it. If only he could meet their elusive CEO face-to-face.
His secretary should’ve dug up some information on Tianmu Group’s mastermind by now.
Once he got back, he’d study the CEO’s preferences—better to flatter and get closer to the real power.
"Is that so?"
Lin Xuan’s lips curled.
"Then today, I’ll make sure your company never secures that deal."
Liang's father looked as if he’d heard the most ridiculous thing. "You, a worthless nobody, think you can sabotage our partnership with Tianmu Group? How laughable."
"Our collaboration isn’t something you can just destroy. Talking so confidently—one might think you’re Tianmu Group’s CEO."
Wang Dahe stayed silent, letting Lin Xuan take the lead.
Honestly, being protected by his best friend felt amazing.
Wang Dahe was glowing with satisfaction.
Meeting Lin Xuan was the greatest luck of his life.
Without him, he’d still be trapped by his ex-girlfriend’s lies and his so-called birth parents’ manipulation.
"You’re absolutely right." Lin Xuan nodded. "Tianmu Group was indeed founded by me."
"Oh, and Chairman Liang, I forgot to introduce myself properly. My name is… Lin Xuan."
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