Lin Tian'ai was very unhappy, but she was helpless. She knew that Ye Longlin was right and, unusually, did not retort.
"The lofty big figures treat us small people as nothing. We are merely cannon fodder for them, just like you, Ye Longlin, who treats the Juling Group as a pawn, pushing it onto the stage. And we have no resistance whatsoever. This is the sorrow of small people."
Lin Tian'ai stretched lazily and said nonchalantly, her tone filled with helplessness.
Ye Longlin was surprised and chuckled, "But have you ever thought that in some people's eyes, you are also a big figure?"
"So-called big figures are merely a matter of differing perspectives. To ordinary people, a company CEO is a big figure. To a company CEO, a group president is a big figure. And to a group president, those with true power are big figures.
The levels of contact are different, and the understanding of 'big figures' is also different. The truly big figures are those in the capital; they truly stand at the pinnacle of power."
Lin Tian'ai looked at him, a playful smile on her lips, "Are you complimenting yourself?"
Ye Longlin paused, then laughed, remaining silent.
He never considered himself a big figure; sometimes his temper was very stubborn. Once he decided on something, not even nine oxen could pull him back.
Lin Tian'ai's expression turned serious, her gaze burning as she looked at Ye Longlin, "I want to know, how much longer will your game with them last?"
He merely shook his head.
"President Lin, someone is looking for you."
Lin Tian'ai was taken aback and glanced at Ye Longlin deeply, "Let's go. The person you mentioned has arrived."
There were no appointments today, so upon hearing this, she thought of what Ye Longlin had said.
The two headed to the reception room.
In the reception room, an old man dressed in a training suit appeared very leisurely. The two young men behind him were arrogant, looking at everything with disdain.
It was the old man, however, who seemed quite curious about the place.
"Grandfather, why has the family called us here? It's just a small company, is it worth our effort?"
The young man on the left asked in confusion, very curious about the matter.
When they were asked to step in, it was usually not a trivial matter, but this was the first time they had to condescend to a small company.
And it was from the young master's orders.
"Whether it's worth it is not for you to decide. Stay put!"
The old man reprimanded in a low voice, his gaze solemn.
He had inquired through channels, but the results shocked him!
The previous young master became a Grandmaster at eighteen and a Martial Marquis at twenty, an astonishing talent who overshadowed an era. Now, his son had reappeared; would he be the same?
Soon, the door was pushed open, and Lin Tian'ai entered first, with Ye Longlin following closely behind.
"Who are you people? What do you want with me?"
Lin Tian'ai knew they were not here with good intentions, so she did not show much respect from the outset.
"Scoundrel! How dare you be disrespectful to my master? You're seeking death!"
The young man on the right's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he waved his hand, projecting martial energy into a palm strike towards Lin Tian'ai.
Ye Longlin let out a cold snort, and the palm condensed from martial energy immediately dissipated as if it had never existed.
"Uncle Fu, control your dog, or I won't hesitate to throw him out!"
He spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on Uncle Fu, his expression displeased.
Uncle Fu was the general manager of the Ye family in the southern province. Under normal circumstances, he would not appear, only doing so for major events.
If the Ye family were a national chain company, Uncle Fu's position would be equivalent to a city manager, with considerable authority.
Uncle Fu looked at the person before him, his heart filled with complex emotions, "I didn't expect to see you again. I thought you were dead."
Ye Longlin let out a scoff, "Disappointed?"
Uncle Fu nodded, "Yes, very disappointed. When the young master told me the news, I didn't believe it. But I never expected you to actually be alive, so I came.
The young master said that if you are willing to commit suicide, he can spare the Juling Group, and even support the Juling Group to become a truly top-tier conglomerate."
The young man on the right raised his head haughtily, "My grandfather is right. Hurry up and commit suicide. I still have things to do, no time to waste here with you. So much nonsense, just die quickly so I can leave.
As a young person, you're so indecisive, truly a disgrace to the youth. I must say, this girl is quite beautiful. Hey girl, why don't you play with me? I'll show you what high society is like?"
Ye Longlin's expression darkened slightly, his gaze gradually turning icy as he looked at the young man, "Do you have the right to speak?"
Uncle Fu did not intervene, clearly tacitly agreeing.
"What the hell are you? Xiao Liu, kill him!"
The young man next to him placed a hand on his belt, drew his long sword with a swish, unsheathed it, and thrust it directly at Ye Longlin's throat.
A cold glint flashed in Ye Longlin's eyes. He clasped the sword blade between two fingers and bent it slightly. With a "bang," the sword blade snapped, and he casually flicked it. The broken blade flew towards the swordsman's neck.
"Ye Longlin, your killing intent is too heavy!"
Uncle Fu snorted coldly. With a wave of his hand, the broken blade bent ninety degrees towards the wall, embedding itself deeply.
"I didn't expect the one who was expelled back then to have grown to this point. No wonder the young master noticed you, but you should not have provoked the Ye family!"
Uncle Fu suddenly made a move, and a vast aura descended abruptly. Deep red martial energy emanated from him, indicating he had reached the peak of the Martial Marquis realm.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who stabbed me in the chest back then?"
Ye Longlin tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"That's right, so what if I did? Do you truly believe you have the ability to retaliate against the Ye family?"
Uncle Fu reached out a hand towards Ye Longlin. However, Ye Longlin directly grabbed his palm and forcefully pressed it down, bending it backward. A "crack" sound immediately ensued.
There was no fluctuation of martial energy in his body, yet he could deal with him so easily!
This...
"Since that's the case, then you die."
Ye Longlin grunted, raised his fist, and punched towards Ye Longlin, shattering his head with a "boom!"
The two young men: "......"
They were both stunned. The battle between them happened so quickly that it was over before they could even react.
"Ah—"
Seeing this scene, Lin Tian'ai's eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
The two young men were slightly better off, but their faces were ashen, and they trembled all over.
"You said just now that you wanted her to play with you?"
Ye Longlin pointed at Lin Tian'ai and asked slowly.
"Bang."
Fu Yuan immediately knelt down, kowtowing to Ye Longlin incessantly, "My lord, spare me, my lord..."