My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 881 Ye Wanli Also Arrived
Who knew Jun Guanru would speak up, "Tian Kun’s affairs are still unclear; it’s not suitable to make significant changes now. Otherwise, the outside world will speculate even more that there are internal problems at Tian Kun. Now that the stock market has finally recovered, we can’t afford to stir things up again."
"But..." Jun Shi was far from willing to give up.
Ye Lu immediately seized the opportunity to speak, "Dear shareholders, I am willing to take one-third of my dividend and give it unconditionally to you all, as a token of your continued trust in my spouse and me."
The group of shareholders upon hearing this, their eyes lit up at the prospect of money—they had already given up on Tian Kun’s dividends. Now that Ye Lu was willing to give up one-third, only a fool would refuse free money.
If Jun Shi had not repeatedly pressured Ye Lu before, finding faults and ultimately making them utter wild words, causing them to lose their dividends, they wouldn’t be in this situation now. Thinking of this, they were also extremely annoyed with Jun Shi.
"We think President Jun’s words make sense; we support him."
"Although Tian Kun currently has some issues, the stock has also recovered. Third Young Master’s ability is evident to all; he deserves another chance."
Jun Shi’s face turned ashen; he glared bitterly at those old men—this bunch of old fools, always so quick to change their stance.
"Mr. Jun, you don’t have any objections now, do you?" Ye Lu asked with a provoking smile, having rallied a group of shareholders to his side, now thoroughly defeated. Not only did the heirship fall into his own hands, but Tian Kun also returned to Third Young Master Jun’s control. This old bastard must be livid with rage, perhaps enough to trigger a heart attack.
"Hmph, just wait and see; don’t let me catch you slipping up."
Jun Shi clenched his teeth, turned, and stormed off, preparing to leave.
"Wait a minute." Ye Lu was not willing to let him go; his voice turned cold, "I’ve got another matter."
"What now?" Jun Shi asked impatiently.
"Bring him in," Ye Lu commanded coldly, chin tilted up.
Shortly after, Feiyu went out and returned, escorting a disheveled and wretched man back into the room. Everyone looked with bewilderment at the unkempt, ragged figure in his forties or fifties.
Gu Yan frowned—wasn’t that Ye Wanli?
Jun Shi’s expression changed slightly, seeing Ye Wanli, his mind fraught with alarm. What was Ye Lu doing bringing Ye Wanli here? Ye Wanli wouldn’t expose him unless he wished for death.
"Who is this?" Old Madam Jun asked with confusion.
"My former foster father, Ye Wanli, who also attacked me at the auction. Wouldn’t you all like to know why he assaulted me? According to his own confession, he accepted money to harm me," Ye Lu revealed.
Old Madam Jun was startled, and Jun Guanru furrowed his brows—someone had actually instigated Ye Wanli to harm their Jun Family’s descendant.
"The audacity you have, to dare to plot against my Jun Family’s offspring! Speak, who instructed you to do this?" Jun Guanru’s voice quivered with contained fury, barely restraining his anger.
Ye Wanli shivered all over, kneeling on the ground, his face pale. Looking at all the Jun Family members, with Jun Shi and Gu Yan present, his breathing was frozen; he dared not speak carelessly; it was truly a bitter predicament.
He struggled in the underworld for decades; he wasn’t foolish. He knew that in this situation, any careless words he spoke would mean crossing one party or the other—either side capable of ending his life.
Following Jun Shi’s instructions, he had only intended to frame Gu Yan in front of Ye Lu alone, fulfilling Jun Shi’s purpose and then retiring with the money Jun Shi promised him, living a carefree and happily ever after elsewhere.
But Jun Shi did not order him to come forward and identify Gu Yan in front of everyone. If he did, Gu Yan wouldn’t admit it, and besides slandering him, Gu Yan might even have him killed for it.
