Taking Over Di Hao Group

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of Ye Chen's cramped bedroom. He stared at the business card Tang Sihai had handed him the previous day—the key to claiming control of Di Hao Group, Ling City's corporate titan.

At the Xiao family breakfast table, his mother-in-law's shrill voice pierced the air: "Useless! While others bring honor to their families, you can't even find a decent job!" Ye Chen remained silent, the weight of the Di Hao shares burning in his pocket.

By noon, he stood before the glass skyscraper housing Di Hao's headquarters. Security guards sneered at his worn-out sneakers until Tang Sihai emerged, bowing deeply: "Welcome, Chairman Ye."

Inside the boardroom, executives whispered in disbelief. The legendary new owner—a man in thrift-store clothes? Ye Chen's gaze swept the room. "Effective immediately, Di Hao will terminate all partnerships with the Zhang and Wang families."

Gasps echoed. The Zhangs, who had mocked him at Madam Xiao's banquet, controlled 30% of Di Hao's supply chain. Yet no one dared question the order.

As he signed the takeover documents, Ye Chen's phone buzzed—a message from Xiao Churan: "Grandmother is furious. She wants me to beg Zhang Wenhao for a deal…"

A cold smile tugged at his lips. Let them grovel. Soon, the Xiao family will beg at my feet.