296: Mr. Feng's pursuit of a brilliant life

The top executives of the three giants had actually arrived at the front lines in person to oversee the progress of the project.

Lin Yu looked at them.

He looked at these big shots who were once high and mighty, but were now running around for a single thought of his.

He stood in place, motionless, like a statue.

A Young Man wearing a security uniform noticed him.

This guy, wearing an ordinary T-shirt and standing in a daze at the entrance of the construction site, looked completely out of place with everything here.

The security guard frowned and strode over.

"Hey!"

He reached out and patted Lin Yu's shoulder quite rudely.

"This is private property, unauthorized personnel are not allowed near. Leave immediately!"

Lin Yu didn't move, nor did he look back.

His thoughts were still lingering on that piece of land where five years of his youth had been buried.

Seeing no reaction, the security guard's temper flared. Just as he was about to use more force, a flippant voice drifted over from the side.

"Old Zhang, why waste words with a beggar?"

A Young Man dressed in trendy brands with flaxen-dyed hair walked over sloppily. He sized Lin Yu up, curled his lip, and looked at him with utter disdain.

"Look at these street-stall clothes. Does everything on him even add up to two hundred yuan? Standing here affects the image of our construction site. Hurry up and kick him out."

The Young Man spoke in a tone as if he were shooing away a fly.

As soon as the security guard saw this Young Man, he immediately switched to a flattering smile, his waist bending several degrees.

"Yes, yes, Young Master Feng is right. I'll make him scram right away."

With that, the security guard turned back, his attitude toward Lin Yu becoming even worse as he reached out to shove him.

"Did you hear me! Scram! Don't force me to get physical!"

Just as the security guard's hand was about to touch Lin Yu.

A figure, carrying a gust of wind that almost tore the air apart, came racing over from not far away!

That speed was too fast!

The security guard only felt a blur before his eyes as a strong wind hit his face.

He hadn't even seen clearly who had arrived.

"Bang!"

A dull, heavy sound of bone colliding with flesh rang out.

The previously insufferable Young Master Feng was sent flying like he'd been hit by a high-speed truck. His feet left the ground, and he flew straight out, drawing a pathetic parabola in the air before smashing heavily into a pile of steel bars five meters away.

"Aow—!"

A pig-slaughtering scream finally echoed, albeit delayed.

The entire entrance of the construction site instantly fell into a dead silence.

The security guard froze in place, his shoving motion still held, his facial expression completely solidified like a statue that had seen a ghost.

He saw it.

He saw the person who had kicked him.

It was the Vice President of Fengxing Technology, one of the top officials in charge of this construction site, and his boss's boss's boss.

It was Young Master Feng's biological father.

Feng Rui!

Feng Rui had kicked his own son flying, but he didn't spare a single glance in that direction.

After landing, his body trembled violently and uncontrollably due to extreme speed and even more extreme fear. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his cheeks.

His eyes were locked tightly onto Lin Yu, the emotions churning within them complicated to the extreme.

It was fear.

It was lingering dread.

It was relief.

There was even... a trace of almost pathological fervor and gratitude.

He couldn't help but be afraid, and he couldn't help but be grateful.

Two days ago, after the negotiations that decided the fate of the Four Major Companies ended, whether it was Old Shi, Feng Rui, or Wang Teng, everyone had prepared for the worst.

The company would be swallowed, assets liquidated, the career they had fought for their entire lives would vanish into thin air, and then they would go home to retire and live out the rest of their lives in obscurity.

That was the best ending they could imagine.

However, what they waited for was not a liquidation team, but a proposal handed over by Miss Wang Qingxuan.

No plunder, no purging.

Lin Yu's goal was actually just for them to gather all their strength and establish a research institute, regardless of the cost?

Not a single core staff member would be fired.

All core technologies would be retained.

They were even to add massive amounts of capital to poach the top talents in the entire industry to expand the strength of this research institute.

When Feng Rui saw that proposal, he felt as if he had been struck by heavenly lightning.

He was alive.

He had been pulled back from the edge of the abyss of hell.

Life had once again become brilliant and exciting.

At that moment, Lin Yu's image in his heart had quietly transformed from a terrifying, invincible demon king into a... god who could decide life and death with a wave of his hand, yet retained a hint of mercy.

A great benefactor who had remade his career and given him new life!

To repay this "grace of not killing" and to show his value to his new master, Feng Rui had been almost possessed these past two days. He ate and lived at the construction site, personally supervising the work and staring at every detail for fear of any mistakes.

His benefactor said he would come for an inspection today.

To him, this was a monumental event! It was the first opportunity to prove himself before his new master!

But goddamn it!

This bastard thing! This rebellious son he had spoiled rotten!

What... what had he just done?!

Feng Rui's heart pounded in his chest, almost exploding. He didn't dare imagine what the consequences would have been if he had arrived a step later, or if he had let this idiot speak even half an insulting word.

Those consequences were not something Feng Rui could bear alone.

It was something his entire Feng family could not afford!

"Pre... President Feng?"

The security guard finally snapped out of his petrification. He spoke stutteringly, completely unable to understand this absurd scene before him.

Feng Rui acted as if he hadn't heard.

In his world, there was only this plainly dressed Young Man who made his very soul tremble.

He took a step forward, his movements as stiff as a rusted robot.

On the other side of the construction site, Li Mo, who was giving a lecture, and Wang Qingxuan, who was holding blueprints, also seemed to have noticed the commotion here and looked over simultaneously.

When they saw Feng Rui's near-frenzied face and Young Master Feng wailing in the pile of steel bars nearby, Li Mo's expression instantly changed.

Feng Rui took another step forward.

He stopped three paces away from Lin Yu, not daring to get any closer.

He wanted to speak, to explain, to beg for mercy, but his throat felt as if it were stuffed with a piece of red-hot iron; not a single word could be squeezed out.

He turned his head sharply, his bloodshot eyes glaring viciously at his biological son who was still rolling on the ground.

The next second, he turned and rushed over in a stride.

He didn't go to help him up.

Instead, he roughly grabbed Young Master Feng's hair and yanked him up from the ground by force.

"Ah! Dad! What are you doing! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Young Master Feng wailed, completely clueless about the situation.

"Shut up!"

Feng Rui's voice was so hoarse it sounded inhuman, a roar mixed with monstrous rage and boundless fear.

He dragged his son like a dead dog, returning to stand before Lin Yu in a few steps.

Then he stopped there, as helpless as a child.