Lin Mo glanced at Wu Yifan and his two companions, saying indifferently,
"You guys go back to Tian Nan University first. I need to make a trip somewhere."
Upon hearing this, Wu Yifan nodded and said, "All right, Boss."
Thereafter, the three of them got out of the car and began walking in the direction of Tian Nan University.
Lin Mo then said to Ma Bo, "Drive to Die Mo Pharmaceutical."
"Die Mo Pharmaceutical?"
Ma Bo was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but ask,
"Mr. Lin, what are you going to do at Die Mo Pharmaceutical? I hear it's now the largest pharmaceutical company in Imperial City, even in the entire country. Its assets and strength are unmatched by any other pharmaceutical company."
"Could it be that you have a relative who is a high-ranking executive at Die Mo Pharmaceutical?"
Lin Mo reclined slightly, looking bored as he spoke in a light voice, "Die Mo Pharmaceutical is my company."
"What?"
Ma Bo's eyes almost popped out in shock, and had it not been for his timely braking, they might have had a car accident.
His heart was filled with alarm; Lin Mo was only seventeen or eighteen years old, not only at the pinnacle of martial power but also a dominant figure in business.
What other techniques had he not witnessed yet?
In Ma Bo's heart, there was nothing but admiration.
Soon, their car arrived at the Die Mo Pharmaceutical company.
Ma Bo was driving and was just about to enter the last parking spot when suddenly, an Audi forcefully rushed in and then prepared to take over the lane.
Seeing this, Ma Bo immediately felt some anger, rolled down the window, and shouted at the Audi's driver,
"Hey, buddy, we were here first."
The window of the Audi also rolled down, revealing a driver who was a slick-looking, portly man in a suit. He glanced at Ma Bo and said with great disdain,
"Pfft, who the hell are you? If you know what's good for you, go park outside."
At this point, a security guard from the parking lot came over and kindly advised the suit-clad fat man,
"Sir, they were here first."
The suit-clad fat man slightly raised his eyebrows, adjusted his tie, and spoke arrogantly, "You little b*stard, do you know who I am? I am a high executive at Die Mo Pharmaceutical!"
Upon hearing this, the security guard's expression changed slightly, but he still insisted, "I'm sorry, but they were indeed the first to stop in this parking spot."
"Motherf*cker, are you picking a fight with me?"
The fat man immediately snapped, opening his door and getting out.
He stared coldly at the security guard, commanding, "Now, I order you to drive their car out immediately, otherwise you don't need to come to work tomorrow! A stinking security guard dares to yap at me, do you not want to mix anymore?"
Lin Mo gave the fat man a glance and frowned slightly, "Since when did Die Mo Pharmaceutical start allowing trash to be executives?"
Hearing Lin Mo's voice, the fat man turned his head and glared at him furiously,
"Kid, what the hell did you just say?"
"I said, trash like you doesn't deserve to be at Die Mo Pharmaceutical. Get lost." Lin Mo stepped out of the car, his tone indifferent.
"Damn it! You're asking for it!"
The fat man was furious and stepped forward, intending to teach Lin Mo a lesson.
Bang!
He never saw it coming: someone suddenly kicked him from behind, and he went flying, his face scraping the ground, blood streaming down.
"Ah ah ah ah..."
The chubby man was in so much pain he cried out for his parents, scrambling to his feet and bellowing, "Who was it? Who kicked me?"
When he saw the person who kicked him, his whole body turned cold with instant respect, and he exclaimed, "Mr. Ma!"
Ma Jianlin looked at him with icy eyes and said indifferently, "You're fired. Leave, now."
"But Mr. Ma, why? What did I do wrong?" the chubby man asked, his face the very picture of grievance and reluctance.
Ma Jianlin pointed at Lin Mo, "The biggest mistake you made was to mess with the Chairman of Die Mo Pharmaceutical."
Upon hearing this, the security guard, like Ma Jianlin himself, was utterly staggered—a Chairman so young? The man looked no more than seventeen or eighteen, by God.
The chubby man truly felt as though his insides were turning green with regret, but alas, there was no medicine for regret in this world.
Ma Jianlin looked at Lin Mo with awe and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Lin, please."
Lin Mo glanced at him indifferently, "Remember, when hiring people next time, don't prioritize education above all else. Character comes first."
"Yes, yes, absolutely..." Ma Jianlin nodded again and again.
Then, turning his gaze to the security guard, Lin Mo spoke in a light tone, "From now on, you're the manager of the security team. Have him appoint you after work."
At these words, the guard was nearly jumping with excitement; in his faithful adherence to the rules, he had suddenly reached the peak of his life.
"Thank you... Thank you, Chairman Lin!"
Later, the two arrived at the CEO's office.
Ma Jianlin personally brewed a cup of Green Bamboo Tea for Lin Mo and respectfully handed it over, "Mr. Lin, please have some tea."
Lin Mo nodded slightly before asking nonchalantly, "How has Die Mo Pharmaceutical been operating lately?"
Ma Jianlin straightened up and replied, "To answer your question, Mr. Lin, Die Mo Pharmaceutical has now fully gotten on track and is operating very smoothly, dominating about ninety-nine percent of the medicinal market in Hua Country."
Lin Mo gave him a look, "If we were to go to war with the Murong Family now, what would be our chances of winning?"
Ma Jianlin's eyes flickered slightly, "The Murong Family in Imperial City is ranked as the number one Super Family. If we are to completely crush them, our chances of success would be about seventy percent or so."
"I want complete domination," Lin Mo said with detached firmness. "Take all of Die Mo Pharmaceutical's stocks and cash, and add in the Imperial Capital Hong Family. What would our chances of winning be then?"
"The Imperial Capital Hong Family?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Jianlin's eyes lit up, "If we add the Hong Family's support, our advantage over the Murong Family will be much greater—we could at least have an eighty-five percent chance of success."
"Good, that will suffice. Start preparing now. After tomorrow, I will personally visit the Murong Family for revenge. We will initiate battle both in martial power and business. I want the Murong Family to quiver in despair, to collapse in hopelessness."
Ma Jianlin was startled, sensing the icy coldness in Lin Mo's detached eyes, as chilling as the Top of the Arctic.
"Yes! I will follow your orders, Mr. Lin!"
...
At the same time, in an extremely expensive morgue in Imperial City,
A middle-aged man dressed in a white robe had eyes as cold as knives, his icy glare seemingly ready to shred everything.
His gaze was filled with murderous intent, fury, and resentment.
"Father! Sister!! I will personally take revenge for you both. I will peel off the skin of our enemy, layer by layer, to appease your departed souls!"
As he spoke, the morgue, already ice-cold, seemed to become even more bone-chillingly frigid.
This middle-aged man was none other than Ling Wuchen, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Sky Group.
(The story will continue tomorrow with another wonderful update. Get some rest everyone; stable updates every day for your assured reading pleasure.)