The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 484 also said, "I've come to take you in!"
"Master Fuli, are you scared?"

Sitting in the boss's chair, Lin Ying looked at Master Fuli and suddenly asked a question.

Looking at the smooth desktop, Master Fuli, who was tempted to jump onto it and test its smoothness, glanced sideways at Lin Ying, who had asked him a question.

After thinking for a moment, Master Fuli said, "I am not good at preaching, but I have always firmly believed that I am a classic and simple fox."

"I know in my heart who is good to me and who is not."

"Confucianism and Mencius's rites are rites, and Galileo and Newton's physics are also principles."

Master Fuli looked confident and patted Lin Ying's hand, which was resting on the armrest of the chair.

An Sheng didn't understand how much the Lin clan elders had contributed to the Lin clan and how much blood they had shed.

However, by colluding with the Longevity Club, they violated the laws of Xia Kingdom and became traitors. Similarly, they violated the ironclad rules promulgated by the Lin family patriarch, and their contributions were destined to be wiped out.

Eating Lin's food, overturning Lin's pot, past grievances are wiped clean, only because of blood ties.

Not to mention the financial turmoil they caused, which damaged the interests of all members of the Lin Group, and now their attempt to force Lin Ying to resign.

"Pfft hahaha."

Lin Zhe, who was sitting to the side, burst into laughter upon hearing this, as if he had thought of something very interesting and was overjoyed.

Lin Ying glanced at him and saw the bluish-green veins on his neck, realizing that it was now the great-grandfather controlling the body.

Lin Ying pondered for a moment, then didn't say anything more, only letting out a soft sigh.

perhaps
Grandpa was right.

He was no longer in charge of finance, but was to succeed as the clan head of the Lin clan of Xia Kingdom. The clan head's job was not to try to figure out what the clan members were thinking, which would exhaust his mind and energy and make him increasingly depressed.

Humans are just humans, not gods, and cannot handle everything perfectly.

measure.

Libra.

You should hold the scales firmly in your own hands, instead of swaying with the tilt of the scales.

Lin Ying closed her eyes to rest, and said nothing more.

……

As time passed, the auditorium on the first basement level gradually became lively and filled with noise.

An Sheng sat on Lin Ying's lap, looking bored as she lay on the table in front of her, extremely nostalgic for her days as a little fox, when she could relieve herself anywhere she wanted and enjoy massages from all sorts of older sisters.

"What is this?"

Lin Wu, with a gunshot wound on his cheek, was wheeled into the hall by his private butler and seated next to Lin Ying. Looking at An Sheng in Lin Ying's arms with a puzzled expression, Lin Wu asked, "Who is your mother?"

“My mom? My mom ran away a long time ago.” An Sheng glanced at the old man with a ferocious face beside her and replied casually.

Lin Wu: "."

Even if your mother ran away, she still needs to have a name and surname, right?
How did someone without a name or surname come to our Lin family?

"Pfft!" In the hall, someone couldn't hold back their laughter and let out a soft, suppressed laugh, instantly plunging the entire hall into silence. The members of the Lin clan's management immediately lowered their eyes, keeping their composure and only glancing furtively out of the corner of their eyes.

It is extremely impolite for a boy to wear a hat indoors.

Moreover, his prematurely gray hair made him stand out even more as he sat on Lin Ying's lap.

But because he was sitting on Lin Ying's lap, everyone tacitly ignored him and didn't talk about it.

"tsk"

Although what Master Fuli said was true, when Lin Wu heard it, he felt as if he had touched a hedgehog and been pricked by its quills.

"Where did you find this little hedgehog? It's so prickly!" Lin Wu asked Lin Ying with a look of amazement.

"He's my savior." Lin Ying raised her hand and put it around An Sheng's waist, then smiled at Lin Wu: "After tonight's banquet, he will be the Lin family's mascot."

"A mascot? I don't understand. You might as well just say you've adopted a son." Lin Wu shook his head, finding Lin Ying's words incomprehensible.

An Sheng looked at Lin Ying.

Lin Ying turned her gaze to talk to Lin Wu, seemingly unaware of Master Fu Li's gaze.

As the Lin family's senior executives entered, the housekeepers gathered together, brought out a 170-inch large TV, placed it in a suitable position, and connected it to the network and screen mirroring equipment.

When everything was ready, Lin Bingyun returned to Lin Ying's side and whispered, handing her an old cell phone.

Lin Ying picked up her phone and made a long-distance video call.

At that moment, the auditorium was completely silent, with only the beeping sound coming from the speakers.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone.

On the television screen appeared the figure of an elderly man leaning on a cane. He smiled broadly, looked around the hall, and then uttered a congratulatory speech.

"Grandpa, wishing you a peaceful Mid-Autumn Festival."

Everyone in the auditorium stood up, including Lin Wu, who was in a wheelchair, who was helped up by others and responded.

"Alright, alright." Old Master Lin waved his hand with a broad smile, indicating that everyone didn't need to be so polite.

However, none of the Lin clan elders in the hall believed his polite words.

Master Lin was never an easy person to talk to.

"As always, let's eat and chat, and try to keep the atmosphere relaxed!"

Across the ocean, in the video, Grandpa Lin picked up the sweet and savory gift cakes on the table, took a bite, chewed twice, swallowed, took a sip of tea, and said:

"Before I talk about next year's budget and funding, I have something to announce."

Old Master Lin said with a serious face:
"The current head of the Lin clan in Xia Kingdom, Lin Yi, and his successor, Lin Mo'an, have passed away unexpectedly. I would like to reiterate that under no circumstances should the Lin clan's management travel together, or even on family trips, in any way. "Here, we must specifically criticize the elders of the Lin clan and the management led by Lin Ying."

Lin Ying and the elders agreed, without refuting what their grandfather had said.

The Lin Group has regulations that prohibit middle and senior management from traveling in the same vehicle, and core senior management are prohibited from traveling by private plane, with helicopters being strictly prohibited.

The decisive battleground in business isn't necessarily the stock market or a clash of capital. Physical evaporation can be far more cost-effective than a battle between stocks and capital.
A knife, a screw, an accident—costing millions of dollars—can completely eradicate a billionaire with a net worth of hundreds of millions, billions, or even tens of billions.

"The criticisms are finished. Now, let's proceed according to the contribution and recommendation system."

"The successor to the position of patriarch of the Lin clan in Xia State is Lin Ying, the grandson of the previous patriarch, Lin Yi." The Lin patriarch said calmly, "Lin Ying has made contributions to market development."

"For the Lin family of Xia, he accumulated official connections in eastern Xia and channels in neighboring provinces. The income of one department can account for 80% of the income of the Lin family of Xia. His achievements are outstanding."

Lin Ying's investment department has access to the Lin family's overseas treasury, giving her a massive influx of funds.

Anyone with eyes can see that Lin Ying's rise to power was actually foreshadowed all along. The great-grandfather's favoritism, the previous clan leader's delegation of power, Lin Ying's own investment strategy, and her skillful ability to manipulate financial risks and hedge against losses have all contributed to maintaining annual revenue and profits that consistently exceed losses.

One company might lose hundreds of millions or even millions of dollars, but another company might make over 100 million dollars by selling its shares after going public.

If hedging is truly impossible and risks become apparent, Lin Ying will even leverage her network to facilitate connections with supply chains and university research institutes, nipping some risks in the bud.

Prevent losses caused by the research and development process.

Lin Ying is a prudent investor who considers all aspects of a business and even has a mother. Her investment reputation has always been excellent. She is good at making money, not at manipulating people's mentality or putting on airs after investing.

"Do you all acknowledge Lin Ying's achievements?" After announcing the successor, the Lin family patriarch quietly waited for the management to discuss the matter, leisurely eating his pancake.

No one denied Lin Ying's achievements. Even those who had some reservations in their hearts were satisfied for the sake of the money.

After all, it's probably 80%!
He himself was given his underwear by Lin Ying. Without the dividends from the shareholders' meeting, his life wouldn't be so comfortable.

"Grandpa, I have an objection."

In the silence, the clan elder at the bottom of the table stood up, glanced at Lin Huasi, looked at the large television screen, and spoke the prepared remarks:

"Lin Ying's succession as clan leader is impeccable in terms of qualifications and contributions. I support Minister Lin Ying's succession to the positions of chairman and clan leader."

“But I have concerns,” Lin Zhiyuan said, looking at Lin Ying. “As far as I know, Minister Lin Ying is currently suffering from severe psychological problems and is all alone.”

"He suffers from severe mental illness, lives alone, and all his family members recently passed away."

“How is this any different from being a fugitive?” Lin Zhiyuan continued, “Therefore, I agree with Minister Lin taking on the positions of chairman and clan head, but before that, it is based on considerations for the reputation of the Lin clan and the group.”

"We earnestly request that Your Excellency assemble a medical team to monitor Minister Lin's physical and mental health, and establish a patriarchal committee elected by the entire Lin clan management to handle any unforeseen circumstances concerning Minister Lin."

Lin Zhiyuan spoke up, explaining the reasons why setting off was difficult.

"."

Lin Ying's high heels touched the ground as she slowly turned from facing the screen to facing the long table.

She glanced at Lin Zhiyuan, put Master Fuli down from her arms, pulled the Glock from her lap, stood up from the chair, and in front of all the Lin Group's management, she unlocked the safety, cocked the gun, and pointed it at Lin Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhiyuan was taken aback.

"boom--"

Lin Ying pulled the trigger directly, shooting Lin Zhiyuan in the heart. Everyone present was startled and looked at Lin Ying with disbelief.

Lin Zhiyuan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he staggered and fell to the ground, red blood flowing out and staining his white shirt.

He said he had no opinion.

Lin Ying glanced at the television screen, then turned to the Lin family patriarch and, on behalf of Lin Zhiyuan, voiced her opinion.

"Oh? Really? I don't think so."

Seeing this, the old man of the Lin family on the television screen gradually revealed a smile and said casually:
"Look, he's alive again!"

"Since you have chosen the Longevity Club, then I, your patriarch, welcome you here to the era of feudal landlords ruled by the Longevity Club."

“You probably prefer the election system to me, the patriarch, who meddles in everything here,” Old Master Lin said, his smile turning strange as he grinned upwards.

The Lin clan members in the hall, whether they knew the truth or not, all twitched at the sight.

How could they not know that the so-called announcement of the successor to the clan chief was a scam?

The Lin family patriarch and Lin Ying set a trap, luring all the members of the Lin family to the Lin family manor for a purge.

"Ho ho ho"

As everyone's hearts pounded, unsure of what would happen next, Lin Zhiyuan, who had been shot and lay on the ground, began to convulse.

Short white hairs began to spread from the gunshot wound on his chest, gradually causing his appearance to regress rapidly from over sixty years old to forty, thirty, twenty, until he transformed into the look of a white coyote.

"Ow—"

Lin Zhiyuan lay prone on the ground, his gaze sweeping from the screen to Lin Ying, who was holding a pistol. His face gradually contorted into a ferocious expression, his claws gripping the marble floor as he lunged forward to bite.

"Wow! You dare to resist?!"

Upon seeing the coyote's attack and counterattack, Master Fuli grabbed the executive chair that Lin Ying had just been sitting in, raised it high, and slammed it down heavily onto the white coyote's head.

"boom--"

The metal-framed executive chair was already twisted and deformed when Master Fuli swung it, smashing it onto the dog's head, and the entire chair instantly shattered into pieces, with debris flying everywhere.

Master Fuli slapped the solid wood table, which weighed nearly four tons and was twenty meters long. The table stood upright in the hall and crashed into the ceiling with an explosive roar, sending wood chips and dust flying everywhere.

"today!"

"Master, I've come to take you away!"

"Butler, bring the golden statue! I want to imprint Lin Fujie's grandfather's image onto the traitor's face!"

(End of this chapter)