This statement left several people shocked, as if they had just remembered something.
"You ungrateful child... Lin Ran! What are you doing with so much equity? Transfer the equity to me unconditionally right now, and I'll transfer it back to you after you graduate from college."
Lin Jian: "That's right, brother! Dad is the chairman, and having the company's equity under his name will give him more power in the company."
Liu Yuemei: "Lin Ran, be a good boy! Listen to your dad and transfer the equity to his name. Let him manage it for you."
Lin Ran almost threw up at the sight of this family's disgusting behavior.
He shook the letter of disengagement in his hand: "You are all strangers to me. You insulted me, so I'm upset, and as a form of self-defense, I need to beat you to feel better!"
This statement even left Xu Kai, the lawyer standing beside them, a bit speechless.
"Leave them with at least one breath, don't kill them!"
Soon, the group was battered and bruised, and Liu Yuemei and her son, Lin Jian, no longer displayed the magnanimity of their past, instead cursing at Lin Ran.
Lin Ran: "My mother's name is Su Yanyan, not Liu Yuemei!"
"Brother! Stop letting them hit me, wuwuwu! It hurts so much!"
Lin Ran: "You're not my brother, I don’t have a brother!"
Lin Tianba, the father, also began to plead: "Lin Ran! Tell them to stop, I was wrong, don’t beat me anymore!"
With no backbone, Lin Ran felt utterly embarrassed.
In his past life, when he was tortured by Luo Yao to the point of wanting to die, he never begged for mercy. Yet, Lin Tianba started begging after just a few punches.
"Who’s the father here, exactly?"
Lin Tianba was in agony, gritting his teeth and saying, "You! You're my father!"
Lin Ran laughed.
"Right, since we've severed ties, some things need to be made clear. When I was thirteen, my mother passed away and left me 30% of Suran Group’s shares!"
"I’m twenty-three now, so you owe me the dividends from the past ten years. I checked the company’s financial reports—you need to give me three hundred million yuan."
"I beat you up today, and based on the highest treatment standard at a pet hospital, I’ll compensate you ten thousand yuan. I spent a total of eighteen thousand yuan during my time at the Lin Family, so you still owe me two hundred ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-seven thousand two hundred yuan. Remember to transfer it to my account!"
Lin Tianba was utterly stunned.
"What? How could I possibly have that much money?"
Lin Tianba wasn’t lying; he genuinely couldn’t come up with that much cash. Although Suran Group’s market value had reached three billion yuan, it was impossible to mobilize three hundred million in short order.
Many companies operate like this: even with a market value of ten billion yuan, it’s difficult for them to quickly come up with three hundred million.
Even if Lin Tianba could, he wouldn’t dare to touch the money—it’s company funds, and his stake in Suran Group was only 21%, less than Lin Ran’s.
Speaking without considering the facts, even if Lin Tianba had three hundred million, he wouldn’t give it to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran: "I don’t care about that. Anyway, my money was spent by you, and my lawyer will handle it. If you can’t pay, I’ll send you to jail."
Lin Tianba: "Ungrateful child! Didn’t I do anything for you all these years?"
Lin Ran: "Hah! Didn’t we just calculate everything clearly? The day after my mother passed away, you brought your mistress home, and since then, you gave me 300 yuan every month. Until I turned eighteen, you gave me a total of eighteen thousand yuan, and after that, I never spent a dime from your house!"
Lin Tianba was stunned. He hadn’t expected Lin Ran to have spent so little from the family. Thinking about it, it seemed true, and a pang of guilt arose in him.
"But you must have spent a lot on food, clothing, and daily necessities over the years!"
Lin Tianba figured that at the very least, Lin Ran’s food and clothing were his responsibility.
Lin Ran: "Hm, I ate at school, and even when I was at home, I cooked, cheaper than a nanny. After cooking, I was often punished and couldn’t eat."
"I wore school uniforms until I was eighteen, never buying a single piece of clothing. After turning eighteen, the clothes I wore were bought with money I earned from part-time jobs. In that case, how about we add a charge of child abuse to the list?"
Lin Tianba was completely shocked. It seemed he had been quite harsh on his son...
"Stop spacing out. The dividends can’t be short by even a single cent. If a single cent is missing, my lawyer will send you to jail, with an added charge of child abuse!"
After saying that, Lin Ran turned and left, leaving the people in the villa howling in pain.
"Ungrateful child... ungrateful child!"
Lin Ran: "What a relief... what a relief!"
As he walked out of the villa, Lin Ran noticed a pink bicycle parked at the gate.
This was Lin Ran’s former means of transportation, which he had bought with money he earned from part-time jobs. In contrast, Lin Jian rode a luxury car worth millions.
And why was the bicycle pink? Because Liu Ruxue liked pink.
But Liu Ruxue had never been on this bicycle.
"Destroy it!"
Getting back into his car, Lin Ran drove to Huatian Plaza, the most famous luxury shopping mall in Beijing.
Inside the mall, Lin Ran was baffled.
An ordinary handbag for eighteen thousand yuan? A bottle of perfume for thirty-eight thousand? Is a lump of dog poop also priced at eight hundred and eighty yuan?
Despite being born into the Lin Family, Lin Ran had never shopped here, as the family never gave him money.
Before turning eighteen, he was given three hundred yuan a month; after that, not a single penny.
They called it "raising a child in poverty," so why didn’t they do the same for Lin Jian?
Even so, Lin Ran still tried to maintain that non-existent "family bond."
Crap! I was really a jerk before!
Looking at his phone, which showed a balance of thirteen thousand yuan, Lin Ran fell silent.
This was the result of a whole summer of hard work along with various part-time jobs.
Originally, he had planned to buy a bag for Liu Ruxue, but now he decided to buy a gift for Luo Yao.
The issue was, everything here was incredibly expensive!
Even so, Lin Ran didn’t intend to use the black card Luo Yao had given him. It wasn’t about being noble; he just wanted to buy Luo Yao’s gift with his own money.
Perhaps noticing Lin Ran’s predicament, the shop assistant started to neglect him. At that moment, Fu Bo walked over.
"Mr. Lin, do you like anything? Should I have the entire store wrapped up for you?"
Lin Ran shook his head: "No need, I want to buy Luo Yao’s gift with the money I earned myself!"
In the end, Lin Ran chose a bracelet priced exactly at thirteen thousand yuan.
After paying, the shop assistant gave a polite smile.
Receiving the bracelet, Lin Ran imagined how Luo Yao would look wearing it.
Luo Yao, this is my first gift to you. Although it isn’t expensive, it’s all I have.
When I earn more in the future, I will give you the best things in the world.
Suddenly, Lin Ran started to feel unwell.
In a novel, something usually happens at a time like this, right?
"Lin Ran?"
Hearing Liu Ruxue’s familiar voice, Lin Ran’s face darkened.
"Damn! Bad luck!"