Chapter 240 239: Hurry Up and Kneel

"You've got some nerve," Director Cui shouted, pointing at Mu Lin.

Mu Lin said, "Whether I have nerve or not is none of your business. As for whether you'll get burned by your nephew's actions, that's also none of my business."

Director Cui took a step forward. "What do you mean by that!"

Mu Lin said coldly, "I don't mean anything. I just think your family's traditions are really something. The nephew runs rampant, and the uncle runs rampant too."

"I wonder if you'll cry when you finally hit a wall."

Director Cui's expression turned incredibly ugly, his eyes glinting with viciousness.

He was a ruthless man. Anyone who crossed him was bound for a bad end.

In his eyes, Mu Lin was already a dead man.

He turned around and spoke respectfully to an old man. "Master Chen, this person laid a hand on my nephew. His crime is unforgivable. I ask you to act. I want him to learn what I'm made of!"

An old man walked in. He looked Mu Lin up and down, and his expression changed slightly.

Mu Lin seemed to be a Martial Artist, but he couldn't discern many details.

He seemed like a novice; after all, he was so young.

It was hard to tell if he'd even developed any true power.

Mu Lin glanced at Master Chen. "You're a bit too..."

Master Chen sensed the strangeness in Mu Lin's attitude and said, "What are you talking about?"

Mu Lin said, "My apologies, my mistake. I didn't see clearly. Your Inner Strength flows freely now. You're just one step away from becoming a Grandmaster, aren't you?"

Master Chen's fists trembled. "You know that, and you're not kneeling and surrendering?"

Mu Lin chuckled. "And why should I?"

Seeing how calm and unbothered Mu Lin was, Master Chen suddenly felt his confidence waver.

He had no idea what was going on, and as he thought about it for a moment, a terrifying chill ran down his spine.

Mu Lin could so casually state his level of strength, and he was so composed.

Who this person was... the answer was practically screaming at him.

'He must be a Grandmaster. Only a Grandmaster could have such an ability.'

'But if he is a Grandmaster, he's far too young.'

'Who has ever seen such a young Grandmaster?'

When Master Chen was young, he was called a genius, far surpassing his peers at every step. To be on the verge of becoming a Grandmaster at his age was already an incredible feat.

He refused to believe someone as young as Mu Lin could have reached such a level.

While he stood there in a daze, Mu Lin said, "It wasn't easy for you to climb so high. It would be a tragedy if I gave you a light push and sent you tumbling back to the bottom. If you won't think for yourself, at least think of your family. Scram, while I'm still in a good mood."

Master Chen shuddered. If you closed your eyes and imagined those words coming from a white-haired old man, they wouldn't sound out of place at all.

'Could he be some old monster who has regained his youth?' Master Chen trembled. Right now, saving his own skin was what mattered most.

"Yes! Yes! This humble one will leave immediately! Thank you, sir, for your magnanimity."

Manager Cui's heart leaped into his throat. 'Master Chen is so old, yet he's calling Mu Lin "sir"? What does that mean?'

What did that mean?

It was a terrifying thought, one he didn't dare to dwell on.

Just then, cries of "Chairman Song" came from outside.

Song Chuan had arrived! The eyes of Director Cui and Manager Cui lit up. Song Chuan was a man of means; once he was here, Mu Lin was done for one way or another.

After Song Chuan and Zhong Wentao walked in, they looked up and immediately saw Mu Lin.

Zhong Wentao was horrified. He immediately said to Song Chuan, "That's Mu Lin!"

'What is he doing here?'

This was especially true for Song Chuan, who had just been mocking Zhong Wentao for failing to seize the opportunity to curry favor with Mu Lin.

Now Mu Lin was standing right in front of him, and he was at a complete loss. 'What am I supposed to do now?!'

Zhong Wentao hurried forward, ignoring the crowd's respectful gazes, and walked directly to Mu Lin's side.

"Mr. Mu, what a coincidence to run into you here!"

Mu Lin also thought it was a small world. 'How could I run into Zhong Wentao here of all places?'

"My friend came to resign, so I came to help her sort things out."

'Sort things out?'

Zhong Wentao glanced around, his eyes landing on the security guard in the corner.

'This is how you "sort things out"?'

'By literally sorting them out with your hands, huh?'

The onlookers were terrified when they saw Zhong Wentao's attitude toward Mu Lin. For him to be so polite to Mu Lin... what did that imply?

But Director Cui hurriedly said:

"Chairman Song! He..."

"Shut up! You, Cui, get the hell out. You're no longer a director. Grab your things and scram, now."

Director Cui was stunned. 'What's going on? I should be the one reporting Mu Lin and having him beaten to a pulp. Why has it turned around on me?'

'Is there any justice in this world?'

Director Cui yelled at Song Chuan, "Song Chuan, say that again! What did you just say?"

"I said it very clearly. You are no longer a director. If you can't hear me, you can go see an ENT specialist."

Then, Song Chuan turned directly to Manager Cui. "You, get out too. I must have been blind to put you in charge of the design department. Get out!"

Manager Cui's face became haggard. Song Chuan's words were completely unreasonable, but with his uncle also fired, there was no one left to speak up for him.

'Throughout the entire company, so many people hate my guts. No one is going to help me.'

Song Chuan left the two looking like pathetic stray dogs and walked over to Mu Lin. He bowed deeply. "Grandmaster Mu, I am so sorry that this happened. I will do everything in my power to make it up to you and earn your forgiveness!"

"And of course, your girlfriend will also receive satisfactory compensation!"

Mu Lin was bewildered. He didn't even know Song Chuan, and Song Chuan's attitude was just... too much.

'It's like he's heard of me before. The fear in his eyes... it's like he's looking at a wild beast.'

The Cui uncle and nephew duo panicked. Not only Master Chen, but even Chairman Song was acting so humbly toward Mu Lin. Did anyone need to spell out what that meant?

Mu Lin was definitely not as simple as he looked. He was likely some incredible figure with both terrifying power and a frightening background.

Director Cui really wanted to kill his nephew. Because of his foolishness, he had suffered a devastating loss.

Manager Cui swayed back and forth, trembling like an idiot, filled with rage.

Song Chuan bowed to Tang Shuang, a broad smile on his face, and asked:

"Miss Tang, why are you resigning? Is it because of some disgusting people in the company?"

He was obviously referring to Manager Cui and his uncle.

Tang Shuang quickly waved her hands. "It's not like that! I'm changing jobs. It has nothing to do with the company."

In truth, it was related, just not in the way he was implying.

Mu Lin said, "I asked her to come help me."

"Oh? Is Grandmaster Mu planning to enter the fashion industry as well?"

Mu Lin waved his hand. "Oh no, I want Miss Tang to help me manage the Celestial Phoenix Hotel."

'The Celestial Phoenix Hotel? There's a lot to unpack in that sentence!'

Song Chuan mulled it over for a moment, and then he realized the implications were extremely serious.

He exchanged a look with Zhong Wentao and saw the same deep fear and horror in the other's eyes.

"Congratulations, Miss Tang!" Song Chuan said hurriedly.

Tang Shuang was flattered and bewildered. She didn't understand why Song Chuan was suddenly being so nice to her.

"Chairman Song, you're too kind!"

Song Chuan thought for another moment.

"Miss Tang, you came to work at our company because this is what you studied, hoping to apply your knowledge, right? To jump to a completely different industry is such a big leap. It would be a shame to sever all ties completely, wouldn't it?"

"I'd like to offer you ten percent of the company's shares. From now on, you'll be a shareholder, and you'll always have a connection to the company. What do you think?"

Tang Shuang was scared to death. She never would have imagined in her wildest dreams that she would one day become a shareholder of the company.

Song Chuan said, "Do you think it's too little? I don't mind adding more."

Tang Shuang said hurriedly, "No! Really, there's no need!"

'Song Chuan is trying to get me killed!' she thought. 'With an offer like this, countless people will be green with envy. It's like putting me on a spit to be roasted alive.'

'That kind of life would be anything but easy.'

Song Chuan's expression became solemn. "Miss Tang, you must truly be unwilling to forgive me, which is why you won't accept the shares, is that it? In that case, I'll kowtow to you. Will that be acceptable, President Zong?"

Tang Shuang was even more shocked. 'How did things escalate to this point? Kowtow? What are you kowtowing for?!'

Mu Lin glanced at Song Chuan. 'This guy really knows how to handle people. No wonder his company is so successful.'

"Miss Tang, Chairman Song has already gone this far. Just consider it for his sake and accept the shares. Don't make things difficult for him!"

Tang Shuang sighed and nodded. "Since Chairman Song thinks so highly of me, I will of course accept the shares..."

Song Chuan glanced at Mu Lin, thinking, 'This should be enough to get on Mu Lin's good side, right?'

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Miss Tang and Grandmaster Mu!"