"Get him bandaged up, then send him to the international freight terminal. Put him on a ship and get him out to sea overnight!"
Several bodyguards ca over and lifted the unconscious Yuan Ruohai. Mr. Yuan Sr.’s eyes twitched as he gritted his teeth and gave the furious command.
Instantly, a shudder ran through every mber of the Yuan family as they gasped in shock.
Is the old man really serious? Even though Yuan Ruohai is severely injured and unconscious, he’s being expelled from the Yuan family imdiately!
"As for the few of you, hand over the shares you hold. Go and live out your days in the old country house." Turning his head, Mr. Yuan Sr. looked at the kneeling, trembling Seventh Uncle and his cohorts, his voice heavy.
"Tianguang, Tianguang, you can’t do this to us!" Seventh Uncle and the others wailed, tears and snot streaming down their faces, their eyes filled with regret as they cried out uncontrollably. "Even if we haven’t made great contributions, we’ve poured our blood and sweat into the Yuan family over the years! I don’t want to go back to the countryside and farm! I want to stay in Haicheng and enjoy my life!"
The onlookers glanced over, but no one dared to utter a word in their defense.
Yuan Youwei and Mrs. Xue exchanged a look, a hint of gratified relief in their expressions. Those old coots relied on the Yuan family, enjoying years of wealth and prestige. But instead of being grateful, they conspired with outsiders to cause trouble at a critical mont. It serves them right to be knocked back into place and sent packing to their old country hos!
"Mr. Lin, are you satisfied with this outco?" Mr. Yuan Sr. ignored the wailing and pleading of Seventh Uncle and the others. He forced a smile and turned to Lin Fan.
"...These are the Yuan family’s affairs. It’s not my place to interfere," Lin Fan hesitated, then added, "As for taking charge of Yuandao Pharmaceuticals, I’ll need so ti to consider it."
What? This kid has hit the jackpot and he’s still putting on an act, pretending to consider it? What a joke! While Yuandao Pharmaceuticals isn’t the absolute pillar of the Yuandao Group, it’s still ranked in the top ten among the many pharmaceutical companies in Haicheng! The CEO position, with an annual salary of over ten million, is a throne coveted by so many of the Yuan descendants!
For a mont, all the Yuan family mbers stared daggers at Lin Fan, a storm of complex emotions raging within them. They all wanted to rush forward and strangle this pretentious bastard to death!
"Oh, right. I almost forgot about this." Mr. Yuan Sr. started, then slapped his forehead and pulled a bank card from his pocket. "This afternoon, the Yuan family accepted condolence money on your behalf, totaling over two hundred million." He smiled at Lin Fan. "The Yuan family can’t be outdone, so we added a little sothing extra, bringing the total to eight hundred million!"
At his words, the sound of frenzied swallowing filled the air.
Eight hundred million! A full eight hundred million in condolence money! Good heavens, how much did the Yuan family add to that? When you add last night’s one-hundred-million dical fee, plus the position of CEO at Yuandao Pharmaceuticals, Lin Fan has gone from being a penniless pauper, kicked out with nothing, to having a net worth of nearly one billion in just two days!
The mbers of the Yuan family looked at each other, nearly driven mad with jealousy. On the ground, Seventh Uncle and the others only cried louder.
Even the already dumbfounded Doctor Jiang gulped, his eyes burning with envy.
THUD!
The old codger suddenly surged forward, threw himself down at Lin Fan’s feet, and desperately clung to his pant leg.
"Master! I admit defeat! From now on, I am your disciple!" Doctor Jiang shouted with great excitent, looking up at Lin Fan and ignoring the strange looks from everyone else.
"...When did I say I would take you as my disciple?" Lin Fan frowned and pulled his pant leg free from Doctor Jiang’s grasp.
"Last night at the clinic, I swore an oath! As long as you, Master, could save Mr. Yuan Sr., I would willingly beco your disciple!" Doctor Jiang pleaded, his face plastered with an eager smile. He wasn’t a fool. He had nearly killed Old Man Yuan himself, and he had secretly gone to suck up to Chen Biao. If the Yuan family decided to hold him accountable, Lin Fan was likely the only one who could save his neck.
"Even if Master doesn’t acknowledge as his disciple, I am willing to serve you with all the respect due to a master!" Doctor Jiang declared, gritting his teeth. Without hesitation, he kowtowed deeply to Lin Fan, his forehead striking the floor with three loud thuds.
"Do whatever you like. Just don’t go around using my na to swindle people," Lin Fan said, completely exasperated. He turned his head, not wanting to deal with the man any longer.
"Hehe, rest assured, Master! Your disciple will never bring sha upon you!" Doctor Jiang’s old eyes lit up. He quickly patted himself off and scrambled to his feet, letting out a long, visible sigh of relief.
"As for this eight hundred million, I am undeserving. Please, Mr. Yuan Sr., take it back." Seeing Mr. Yuan Sr. still holding out the bank card, Lin Fan hesitated for a mont before shaking his head and firmly refusing. They were offering him a job and a massive sum of money. He suspected they had other motives. Until he understood their true intentions, Lin Fan wouldn’t agree so easily.
"No, no, no! This is just a small token of our respect for Mrs. Lin, Mr. Lin. You mustn’t refuse."
Just then, Yuan Youwei snatched the bank card and stuffed it into Lin Fan’s hand.
Their eyes t. The girl’s eyes curved as she smiled, a sweet curl to her lips. "Besides, Mr. Lin, your dical skill is simply divine. If you could stay and help Yuandao Pharmaceuticals, the entire Yuan family would be eternally grateful!" Her face flushed slightly as she leaned closer to Lin Fan, so close he could feel her breath.
"Please... stay and help ? Won’t you...?" Yuan Youwei cooed, clinging to Lin Fan’s arm and rocking it back and forth. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on him, blinking imploringly.
The Yuan family mbers were stunned, their faces frozen in expressions of pure disbelief, as if they had just seen a ghost. Yuan Tao and Mrs. Xue stared wide-eyed, so shocked they nearly bit their own tongues!
Is this really the sa fiery Second Miss of the Yuan family? When has she ever been so gentle and sweet to a man? It’s like she’s transford from a fierce tigress into a sweet, docile kitten in an instant!
"Sis, are you... are you okay? You were never like this before!" Yuan Tao couldn’t help but blurt out.
"Shut up! It’s none of your business!" Yuan Youwei’s body stiffened, the tips of her ears turning crimson. She snapped at him fiercely, then imdiately turned back to Lin Fan, her face instantly blossoming into a sweet, gentle smile.
Whew, that scared for a second. I really thought she’d turned into a different person... Yuan Tao shrank back, and he and Mrs. Xue both breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Mr. Yuan Sr. chuckled and shook his head in amusent.
"...Alright. Consider it repaying the favor of you handling my mother’s funeral." Facing those watery, pleading eyes, Lin Fan felt a bit overwheld. After a mont’s thought, he nodded.
I have decided to take revenge on the Ying family in the Imperial Capital, and for that, I need to accumulate sufficient power. Alright, then. I’ll start by building my own enterprise with Yuandao Pharmaceuticals!
"Mr. Yuan Sr., we can let the matter of the eight hundred million in condolence money go. But for soone as young as Lin Fan to take charge of Yuandao Pharmaceuticals... it’s inappropriate, and he won’t have the respect of the staff!"
The next mont, several middle-aged n and won exchanged a look and stepped forward in unison. Though they were from branch families, they held powerful positions as heads of various divisions within the Yuandao Group.
Now that Yuan Ruohai has fallen, one of us family mbers should be the one to move up. Why should we let an outsider get such a sweet deal?
"Oh? And what is it you wish to say?" Mr. Yuan Sr. asked cheerfully, his old eyes narrowing slightly.
"We have nothing against promoting the younger generation," a tall, thin middle-aged man said, his face a mask of discontent. He adjusted his gold-rimd glasses and spoke through gritted teeth. "But for him to take charge of the entire pharmaceutical division without a single accomplishnt and be our equal? We can’t swallow that insult!"
His na was Yuan Ruoshan, the vice president of Yuandao Pharmaceuticals and the only son of Seventh Uncle. By generation, Yuan Youwei had to address him as Third Uncle.
"Not unless Lin Fan can deliver a monuntal achievent at the Pharmaceutical Procurent Conference a week from now!" Yuan Ruoshan declared, pointing a finger at Lin Fan. "Two billion in orders! If Lin Fan can’t pull that off, he can forget about earning my respect!"
His words sent a shockwave through the room, followed imdiately by a deafening uproar.
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