Those people's faces were all blackened.
Damn, do you have no shame?
If you're willing, nod your head. If not, I'll beat you until you nod. Is this what you call "love needs to go both ways"?
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you all agree."
The smile on Li Fei's face grew even brighter. Then she turned to look at Su Wenchao and asked, "What about you? What were you about to say just now?"
"I..."
Su Wenchao's face was ashen. He felt a tingling scalp and glanced at Li Fei before lowering his head to look at the unconscious man. He shook his head and said, "No...nothing."
After taking a few beatings in one day, Su Wenchao certainly did not want to take another one now.
"Is that so?"
Li Fei smiled and said, "I thought you wanted to scold me."
Another smile???
Still smiling!
Su Wenchao swallowed hard but had no words. He realized that the beautiful woman Li Fei in front of him smiled like a fresh flower but had a cruel heart. She was a thorny rose, a typical smiling assassin!
"I'm in a hurry. If Chairman Su doesn't mind, please sign this so I can report back." Li Fei ignored Su Wenchao and looked down at Su Bingtian on the hospital bed.
The manager of the legal department tactfully handed Su Bingtian a pen to sign with.
"Alright, I'll sign! I'll sign!"
Su Bingtian's heart sank to the bottom. Knowing that escape was impossible, he completely lost the courage to resist. So he gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, took the pen and quickly signed his name on the acquisition contract.
Standing by the bed, Su Jianguo watched with lowered head, trembling hands, and bleeding heart...
That was my Su Group!
And soon it won't be anymore!
Damn!
"Thank you, Chairman Su, for your cooperation." The legal manager collected the signed contract. Li Fei smiled and said, "Around 10am tomorrow morning, the new group president will officially take office, and we will stay in Quancheng to assist the new president's work."
"As for you all..."
Li Fei's gaze swept over Su Jianguo and Su Wenchao, then the shareholders and executives, and continued, "Remain at the company for now with unchanged positions. Follow the arrangements of the new president."
Case closed!
With just a few words, she announced the downfall of the Su family, meaning that starting tomorrow, Su Group would officially change hands!
Everyone's hearts shook violently.
It all happened so fast - from when Li Fei and the others entered the ward until now was only a dozen minutes or so, but it felt like a century, as if in a dream.
And they were only to remain at the company for now, whether to stay or leave depended on the new president's attitude.
The change of president was now a done deal. They abandoned thoughts of further resistance, replaced by a common question: Who on earth would become the new president of Su Group???
Su Bingtian was no exception.
Taking a deep breath, Su Bingtian couldn't help asking, "Secretary Li, may I ask who the Duan family went through such great effort, willing to spend 50 million to acquire my shares, in order to support as the new president of Su Group?"
In that moment, everyone's gazes simultaneously looked to Li Fei, pricking up their ears, straining their nerves, waiting attentively for Li Fei's answer...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
