CH: 27 Why did you come back here if not to inherit the family business?

{Chapter 27: Why did you come back here if not to inherit the family business?}

How could she not know the Lin family? The Lin family is more powerful than her Qiao family. They not only have more wealth than her family, but their foundation is also stronger. The Qiao family is not considered among the top ten families of Jiangbei.

She remembered that the man who had toyed with her was the young master of the Lin family, Lin Yuan! Even if she talked to the dad who spoils her, she thought she would only get a scolding.

She had thoroughly lost to Lin Yuan now, just like when she played by him earlier.

"Lin Yuan, I remember you!" Qiao Siying gnashed her teeth and said fiercely.

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At that time, Lin Yuan had already come to the lobby of his company.

The Lin Group's headquarters was situated within a sprawling complex that encompassed ten buildings, none of which reached towering heights, but each covering vast expanses of prime real estate. In Jiangbei, where land was at a premium, the sheer size of their holdings spoke volumes about the group's financial might.

Lin Yuan stood before the tallest of these buildings, knowing that within its walls, his parents were waiting.

As soon as he entered, he was immediately noticed. The recognition was instantaneous; it was clear that Lin Yuan, the heir of the Lin family, was a well-known figure.

A beautiful receptionist, her eyes lighting up upon seeing him, quickly approached and escorted him to a comfortable waiting room.

"Hello, young master," she greeted warmly, her face flushed with a tinge of red as she caught sight of Lin Yuan's striking appearance. "The chairman has already been informed of your arrival and is on his way down."

"Thank you," Lin Yuan replied with a polite smile, his presence exuding both confidence and charisma.

The receptionist, still blushing from the young master's smile, quickly excused herself as she left to deliver her message.

Moments later, Lin Yuan was reunited with his parents—Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan.

"Xiao Yuan, what brings you here today? Are you thinking about taking over the family business?" Meng Yuelan asked, her tone curious but with an underlying hint of hope.

"Take over? Why would I want that? If I did, I'd end up as busy as both of you. Besides, you two are still far too young," Lin Yuan replied, shaking his head lightly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

Lin Yuan had started his own entrepreneurial venture some time ago and had no intention of stepping into the role of a corporate heir. The idea of being tethered to the Lin Group's legacy felt like an unwelcome constraint.

Though he was well-versed in the company's operations and secrets, and though he could succeed with ease by tapping into the family's influence, the idea of inheriting the company felt stifling to him.

"Then why have you come back? What's the purpose?" Lin Jianjun inquired, his curiosity piqued.

"I'm here for something important. Let's go to the seventh floor to discuss it," Lin Yuan said, his expression growing serious.

The family made their way to the seventh floor, the heart of the group's investment, financial management, and stock trading operations.

The vast space was filled with rows of computers and large electronic displays showing fluctuating stock graphs and real-time data. The atmosphere was one of intense concentration as employees diligently monitored the markets.

When the Lin family arrived, a thirty-year-old white-collar worker named Chen Pei, the leader of the group's holding team, quickly approached them.

She was taken aback when she saw Lin Yuan, the seldom-seen heir of the family, in person. But she quickly composed herself and turned her attention to Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan.

"Chairman, you're just in time," she said. "We were about to bring this up. There's a stock—Changhong—that has been showing a promising upward trend. Our team believes it will continue to rise. We're thinking of allocating five billion yuan to buy shares."

The holding team had an impressive track record under Chen Pei's leadership, and their astute stock market moves had been a major contributor to the Lin family's wealth.

Upon hearing her suggestion, Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan exchanged a brief but thoughtful look. After a moment of silent deliberation, they nodded in agreement.

"Sounds good. We'll inform the finance department," they said in unison, ready to move forward.

But before they could take another step, Lin Yuan spoke up, his voice firm and unwavering.

"No," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We cannot invest five billion yuan in Changhong stocks."

Chen Pei, taken aback by the sudden objection, looked at Lin Yuan with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan were equally stunned, unsure of why their son was opposing such a promising investment.

"I came here today specifically to say that we cannot proceed with purchasing these shares," Lin Yuan continued, his gaze steady.

The reason behind his refusal was one he had seen in his mind's eye. He had a distinct recollection of what happened the last time the Lin Group invested such a large sum into a seemingly lucrative stock.

The stock had risen dramatically, only to crash spectacularly, causing a devastating financial loss of five billion yuan. While the group could recover from a loss of that magnitude, the resulting blow to liquidity would be disastrous. With the company's liquid funds barely hovering around seven billion, a loss of this scale would decimate their reserves, setting off a chain reaction that could bring the entire Lin Group to its knees.

It was a risk that Lin Yuan was unwilling to take.

Chen Pei, whose confidence in the stock market was usually unshakable, looked at Lin Yuan with disbelief.

"Master Lin, may I ask why you oppose this investment?" she asked, her voice betraying a rare hint of uncertainty.

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