Pei Group.
The man in the impeccably tailored black suit looked cold and sinister, crossing his hands as he faced the middle-aged man across from him who was overstepping his bounds.
Pei Jue removed the gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses from his nose and wiped them leisurely.
"Fifth Uncle," he said, "the terms you've proposed are utterly fantastical. It makes me wonder if you drank too much last night. If you have some mental ailment, I wouldn't mind helping you find an institution."
Elder Pei Wu's face changed color repeatedly.
"Dear nephew, the group is so big, it isn't just you who gets to make all the decisions. I'm only asking for some shares in the company; it's not excessive."
Seventy percent of Pei Group's shares were held by Pei Jue alone, with the rest controlled mostly by the old master, leaving only a small portion to be divided among others.
What Elder Pei Wu wanted was precisely the shares in the old master's hands.