"Grandfather, everything you said is right. But why should he take power from my hands? If I remember correctly, when I took over 'Shengjue', the company was worth just five billion in the market, and now under my management, its value has doubled. Am I supposed to hand over everything I've worked so hard for to him?"
His words carried an undeniable authority, unyielding even to his own grandfather, not hiding his other side—one of arrogance, dominance, and merciless decisiveness!
Rong's mother smiled in relief, feeling a weight lifted off her heart.
Rong Guangguo was not angry; instead, he smiled appreciatively. "Not bad, you've got spirit! But if I give him all my shares, wouldn't he then be qualified for the president's position?"
"Dad!" This time it was Rong's father who voiced his objection, looking incredulously at his own father. "Dad, isn't Shaoze your grandson too?"
