Chapter 110: Although I Dig Graves, I Have Dignity!

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Among all the applause, Lin Beifan clapped the loudest and most enthusiastically.

The rhythmic claps were like slaps landing repeatedly on Angkor's face.

Left cheek.

Right cheek.

Left again.

Right again.

Over and over.

Angkor's face turned blue as he forced a smile. "Mr. Lin, is that enough? Can I step down now?"

Lin Beifan grinned, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Brother, why so shy?"

"Don't refuse this honor! Today, you're the star of our office! You're our role model, our inspiration!"

"More applause!"

Clap clap clap clap…

"Not loud enough! Louder!"

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP…

"Yes! That's it! Keep this rhythm! Let my brother feel our sincerity and appreciation!"

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP…

Angkor's face darkened further.

Damn it!

Could they humiliate him any more than this?

Then Lin Beifan raised his voice excitedly. "At such a joyous moment, shouldn't we celebrate with a song and dance? Play some music! I want to sing!"

"Mr. Lin, which song? How Lonely Is Invincibility?"

"No, something sadder. Play Cool Cool (Liang Liang)!"

As the melody started, Lin Beifan turned to Angkor and sang with deep emotion:

"The cool night misses you like a river, turning into spring mud to nourish my sorrow…"

"The cool sky reminisces, who has fallen into the mortal world and wounded me…"

Angkor clutched his chest.

Every word was like a knife!

Every verse chilled his heart!

Every note drained his soul!

Blood was spilling!

Then Lin Beifan handed him the microphone.

"Brother, your turn!"

Angkor's face went even greener.

Damn it!

It was bad enough to have this song sung at him—now he had to sing it himself?!

A scholar may die, but his dignity must remain!

Even if he was a grave digger, he still had his pride!

At that moment, the entire office chanted—

"Sing! Sing! Sing!"

Lin Beifan encouraged him warmly, "Brother, just sing! I'm telling you now—you're not leaving until you finish the song!"

Angkor trembled with fury.

His heart was already shattered, and now they were all ganging up to humiliate him?!

Evil! They were all evil!

In the end, Angkor swallowed his pride, took the microphone, and poured all his grief and resentment into the song.

His sorrowful voice echoed through the office, bringing tears to those who listened.

Some shook their heads and sighed.

"How much heartbreak must he have suffered to sing with such pain?"

"Did he get dumped?"

"Maybe he was abandoned, so he turned to that Liu Ma, seeking comfort in a woman who gives a sense of security?"

"Very possible!"

As the song ended, Angkor set the microphone down with a blank expression.

"Mr. Lin, can I go now?"

Lin Beifan still wasn't satisfied. "Brother, your emotions were so raw! Can you sing it again?"

Angkor: "…"

After another encore, Angkor's heart truly couldn't take it anymore. He requested a few days off, citing health reasons.

Once he left, Lin Beifan and his team continued dominating the futures market.

By the end, they had made over 20 billion yuan!

Their total funds had more than doubled!

With a triumphant heart, Lin Beifan then made his way to the hospital—eager to share the good news with the two protagonists.

As expected, their faces turned green upon hearing it.

And after Lin Beifan left, they cursed him viciously.

"Angkor, you bastard!!!"

They despised that meddling fool!

If not for his interference, Lin Beifan would have lost everything!

But thanks to his blunder, Lin Beifan's fortune had doubled, making him even harder to defeat!

For the next two days, while the protagonists focused on healing, Lin Beifan stayed busy.

His investment company's collaboration with Belvedere Group had reached the final stage, and construction was about to begin.

A grand groundbreaking ceremony was scheduled at the construction site.

Lin Beifan, representing Lin's Investment Company, attended the event.

And as the representative of Belvedere Group—naturally, the stunning president, Chu Ruoxue.

Together, they cut the ribbon, looking like a golden couple.

After the ceremony, they sat together, watching cultural performances while whispering.

"Long time no see. What have you been up to?" Chu Ruoxue asked.

Lin Beifan chuckled. "Making money, of course! This project requires a huge investment. Your company keeps asking me for funds, so I have to earn more!"

Chu Ruoxue rolled her eyes. "And how much have you made recently? Judging by your excitement, it must be a lot, right?"

Lin Beifan held up two fingers. "Not much, just 20 billion."

Chu Ruoxue's eyes widened. "Twenty billion… and you call that not much?"

"Is that a lot?" Lin Beifan tilted his head. "Your real estate company has an annual revenue in the hundreds of billions, doesn't it?"

Chu Ruoxue let out a bitter laugh. "Most of that is water! We don't have that much real money!"

"That's true. Most of it comes from bank loans."

At that moment, Chu Ruoxue suddenly punched him.

Lin Beifan winced. "What was that for?"

"Because I regret not demanding more conditions!" Chu Ruoxue pouted jealously. "If making money is this easy for you, I should have squeezed you for more!"

Lin Beifan sighed dramatically. "Actually, it isn't easy for me."

Chu Ruoxue blinked. "How so?"

Lin Beifan spoke solemnly. "Because I have to control my money-making speed—otherwise, a certain banshee might start plotting against me!"

"Go to hell!" Chu Ruoxue punched him again.

Just then, a stunningly ethereal woman stepped onto the stage to sing.

Lin Beifan's eyes widened in surprise.

Chu Ruoxue noticed his reaction and suddenly felt… uncomfortable.

She punched him again and asked sourly, "What? You mesmerized by her beauty?"

She glanced at the woman and compared herself.

In terms of looks, they were about even.

The only difference was that the singer had an ethereal, fairy-like aura.

But Chu Ruoxue had something else—an overpowering CEO presence.

A rare and unique charm that most women lacked!

Lin Beifan, still in awe, murmured, "You actually invited Leng Qingyue? I heard she's hard to book, and she has a powerful background. Even money alone might not be enough!"

Chu Ruoxue smirked smugly. "You're right. She's difficult to invite—but since I personally reached out, she came to give me face!"

Then, narrowing her eyes, she added, "From the way you're talking… you seem to know her quite well?"

Lin Beifan simply smiled mysteriously.

Know her?

Of course, he knew her.

Because this woman…

Was a heroine.

And not just any heroine—

She had a very special connection to him.