Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 798 - 507: He Knows Jack Shit About Ancestral Factory_3
Chapter 798: Chapter 507: He Knows Jack Shit About Ancestral Factory_3
Yue Gengyang is a very practical person; if someone doesn’t contribute much, it’s impossible for Yue Gengyang to truly delegate power!
Li Daike analyzed in his mind. It was evident that Feng Yi was not someone who enjoyed engaging in power struggles.
Still don’t get it, huh? This kid’s identity is too ambiguous, just how much authority does he have?
Is someone like Yue Gengyang really going to delegate his power?
Others might not understand Yue Gengyang deeply, but we minor shareholders know best what kind of person he is, which is why we find it even harder to comprehend the rumors about "Yue Gengyang taking a step back."
Is it all an act?
A scapegoat that Yue Gengyang pushed out when the situation turned south?
Li Daike’s gaze shifted toward the imposing figure not far away.
Could that really be the "born killer" favored by high-level mercenaries abroad?
Was it Feng Yi who hired him, or was it Yue Gengyang who helped Feng Yi bring him here?
While pondering, Li Daike wanted to find some people to join them for amusement, but Feng Yi refused.
Li Daike didn’t mind; he recommended a few signature drinks from this bar to Feng Yi.
"I just like the drinks from this place, they all have a human touch to them!"
To Feng Yi, these words seemed to hint at certain people lacking humanity.
Li Daike was quite a talker, starting from the bar’s drinks to worldly affairs, then discussing the company’s prospects.
"My father-in-law has been feeling rather uncomfortable lately. Though he’s been introduced to several new medications, in my eyes, compared to the Ancestral Factory’s frontline medicinal sequence, all of those fall short!" Li Daike said.
Feng Yi laughed, "In certain medical areas, the Ancestral Factory has always been the winner."
"That’s right! The Ancestral Factory’s research and development advantage has always stood firm. It’s said that many practitioners visit the Ancestral Factory to pay homage!" Li Daike sipped his drink, "Nowadays, industry competition is fierce, but for someone like me, ah, I overthink things. Sometimes I worry, what would I do if the company no longer existed?"
"You worry too much, Delko you have other companies, and the assets you hold will still let you live comfortably," Feng Yi said.
Li Daike raised a finger and shook it, "No, no, that’s not it. They’re not on the same level. The rest in my hands are just some minor family games."
He talked about "family games," but the upward tilt at the corner of his mouth and the defiant look in his eyes suggested that Li Daike was quite proud of the family assets he held.
After all, he had a say in family assets, didn’t he!
But it had to be admitted, the reputation and cash flow of the Ancestral Factory were truly tempting!
He glanced at Feng Yi’s empty wine glass and took the initiative to fill it up, continuing to inject anxiety.
"Ever since the Ancestral Factory publicly sold that whatever protein mix, everyone’s been flocking to it, a global flocking!"
"The track is overheated, too crowded!"
"Yue Gengyang always talks about differentiated positioning, but that also costs money, and depends on luck! How long can it last?"
Li Daike looked drunk, his face filled with worry as he babbled on.
Feng Yi simply said, "Trust in President Yue and President Ji."
Bottle after bottle was emptied.
Li Daike had quite a bit to drink, and he saw that Feng Yi also drank his fair share.
But... but...
Why was there not a hint of drunkenness on Feng Yi?!
Just as he was about to open another bottle, Feng Yi’s phone rang; there was something he needed to handle, and he stood up to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Feng Yi said to him, "It’s better not to overthink things that haven’t happened."
Watching Feng Yi walk away, Li Daike’s expression remained unchanged as he picked up his wine glass and swayed the drink inside.
At that moment, a waiter carrying a fruit plate seemingly tripped over something and staggered, about to fall, while the fruits from the plate flew out, heading in Feng Yi’s direction.
"Be careful!" someone shouted.
A’que, who accompanied Feng Yi, quickly yanked off his jacket; it was not clear how he managed it, but in an instant, the jacket he was wearing slid into his hands.
In his grip, the jacket was like a supple shield, blocking the flying objects, and also like a net, capturing the incoming fruits and gently flicking them into a decorative basket nearby.
Throughout the entire process, Feng Yi’s footsteps towards the exit didn’t change at all, as if he was unaware of the commotion behind him.
Li Daike, who witnessed this, had an obscure and enigmatic look in his eyes.
At that moment, someone called him:
"Why bother doing such a thing at the end?"
The call was referring to the incident that had just happened at the door.
Clearly, there were other people inside paying close attention to the situation here.
Li Daike laughed indifferently, "The entrance episode was just an accident."
Whether it was or not, as long as he said it was, so it was.
However, it confirmed that the bodyguard’s skills were indeed impressive!
"What’s there to fear, could he kick me out of the shareholders’ group?"
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After the conversation, Li Daike was more convinced: the one still in control was Yue Gengyang!
Feng Yi doesn’t know jack about the Ancestral Factory!
Near the exit, where the mishap had occurred, the manager came over to apologize. Fortunately, the customer didn’t seem intent on pursuing responsibility.
Under the manager’s stern gaze, the waiter started collecting the fruits from the decorative basket.
Counting them, huh?
He looked left and right.
Where had one of the peaches gone?
Such a large peach, specially provided by the shop; where did it go?
Outside, Feng Yi had already settled in the car.
Taking a bite from the peach in his hand.
It had been washed, clean, with a fresh, sweet scent.
This one was likely used for mixing drinks, tastes good. Among that platter of fruits, this one smelled the best.
Jia glanced at A’que through the rearview mirror.
A’que looked back calmly.
Is it that I didn’t want to stop it?
Or is it that I couldn’t stop it?
The boss’s hand is too quick!
Jia silently withdrew his gaze.
In the back seat, Feng Yi finished the peach, leaving only the pit, which he then tossed directly into his mouth.
Crunch crunch crunch—
The muffled sound of the peach pit being chewed in his mouth.
Jia: "..."
Continued to drive in silence and with focus.
He thought to himself: When will some people understand, such juvenile probing is futile!
Just like in a video game, do they think knocking out a mini-boss means they’ve cleared the level?
Naive!
They’re going to face the big, big, big boss!
Feng Yi’s respect for fine food was to devour it whole.
Having finished eating, Feng Yi wiped his hands and then picked up his phone to call Yue Gengyang:
"Kick this guy out."
