Chapter 1565 - 1580: The CEO Is Acting Crazy

Chapter 1565: Chapter 1580: The CEO Is Acting Crazy

Mo Renzhi covered his face, teeth whistling as he crawled up. "You still want funding? Go dream. Our Robert Company will absolutely never cooperate with lowlife trash companies like yours."

"Mr. Mo..." Song Yanan’s expression changed wildly; she was about to step forward when Lin Mu yanked her back.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Mo."

"Manager Song, is there something wrong with your brain? If anyone should be apologizing, it’s this pig-head apologizing to me!" Lin Mu rolled his eyes and snapped, "I’ve been busy half the day, worked up a full head of sweat; when I get home I’m gonna have to eat extra buns just to replenish all this stamina. That’s a huge loss. Me not demanding compensation from him is already saint-level kindness, and you want me to apologize? Are you kidding me?"

"..." Hearing this, not just Yunhai’s managers, even Mo Renzhi’s flunkies couldn’t help feeling a kind of awe-of-the-mountains vibe. This is what you call talent! He clearly beat the guy into a pig-head, yet he puts on this noble, high-minded act. Damn, can this guy get any more shameless?

Sophie was falling apart; Song Yanan’s pretty little face flushed bright red with anger.

As for Mo Renzhi, he trembled all over like he’d caught some kind of lamb epilepsy, shaking like a sieve. "You little punk, y-you just wait."

"Oh? Still throwing out threats? Guess I went too easy on you just now, huh?"

Lin Mu sneered and clenched his fists. The crisp crack-crack sound made Mo Renzhi’s chrysanthemum clench, cold sweat pouring down.

Right at that moment, the reception room doors were banged open. Rogge, who was normally all gentle-scholar on the surface and extremely image-conscious, actually walked in with a ferocious look on his face, leading seven or eight white bodyguards, storming in furious.

"It’s over. People are here to back up their own guy."

Everyone on Su’s Great Enterprise’s side felt their hearts sink; their expressions couldn’t help turning grave.

Mo Renzhi’s eyes also froze for a second, seemingly not expecting Rogge to show up right then. But very soon, he recovered, howling like some child who’d been trafficked and abused since birth and had suddenly seen his real parents. "Boss, you’re finally here. These people are way out of line. Look at me, look at what they’ve done to me..."

Rogge didn’t speak; his face was dark, like a thundercloud sky.

Seeing this, Sophie had no choice but to grit her teeth and step forward. "CEO Rogge, I..."

"President, you don’t need to say anything. I absolutely will not let this matter slide." Rogge waved his hand, cutting her off.

Mo Renzhi was overjoyed, hurriedly scooting up next to Rogge, giving the bystanders a triumphant little-man glare. "That’s right, we won’t let it slide. I’m going to sue you, sue you till you lose everything. And you, you little punk, wash your ass and get ready for prison..."

"****!" Before he could finish, a loud slap landed on his face.

Rogge’s handsome face twitched as he roared like a raging lion, "Mo Renzhi, you’re fired! And you, you, you—starting now, all of you stop working immediately. I will report this to HQ at once, have all your past work investigated and assessed, and reserve the right to pursue criminal charges."

"Boss! I..."

"Don’t say another word. I don’t want to hear your explanation right now. Ron, get them all out of here. And contact the Shenzhen City subsidiary, have Lu Huateng come over and take over."

"How could this happen?"

Mo Renzhi’s face instantly drained of blood. Having the subsidiary’s manager from his province come take over his job—clearly Rogge had made up his mind. There was no room left to turn this around.

"What the hell is going on?"

Sophie’s face was full of shock; Song Yanan’s little mouth hung open, her brain not quite processing.

Did the foreign guy suddenly short-circuit? How come, out of nowhere, he’s cleaning up his own people?

The huge reception room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and Rogge’s next move made all the bystanders stare with their eyes about to pop out.

The mighty CEO of Robert Group’s Huaxia District, the distinguished Mr. Rogge, actually walked up to the little bodyguard with a face full of apology, and even spoke in a cautious tone, like he was terrified of displeasing the other party. "Mr. Lin, do you think handling it this way is acceptable?"

"So-so, I guess."

Lin Mu yawned and patted his shoulder. "Little Rogge, your management still needs some serious improvement. How can you let that kind of rotten apple work in the Robert Conglomerate? Even in a subsidiary, that’s not acceptable..."

"Ike Qusmi, I’m terribly sorry. This is a failure in my work..."

Rogge wiped off some cold sweat, seething inside. He’d finally managed to get his name lodged in Lin Muchen’s mind, and then the idiots from the Dongguang subsidiary went and caused a massive screw-up like this. If the other side gets pissed off because of this and reports it upstairs, then that Far East Region director position he’s been dreaming of is probably gone for life. Thinking of that, Rogge made up his mind: once he got back, he’d immediately fire all of Mo Renzhi’s underlings. Right, and he’d collect evidence and throw them all in jail...

Sometimes, foreigners can hold grudges even more fiercely than Huaxia People.

Lin Mu obviously had no clue what was going through Rogge’s head. He gave him a couple of perfunctory lines and sent him on his way. The super soldier with misrouted Inner Breath was already yawning nonstop. "Tsk, sunny day, perfect weather for sleeping, and I had to waste it on this petty crap... Hey, why are you all looking at me like that?"

They’d known Robert Conglomerate was brought in by Lin Mu, sure, but come on, in this day and age, investors are god. You saw how even a tiny local manager like Mo Renzhi could strut around Yunhai like a tyrant, right? Rogge is at least mid-level in Robert Group, his status and rank tower dozens of levels above Mo Renzhi. How could he be so meek in front of a little bodyguard, with not even a shred of temper?

"Spill it. Besides lying there healing up, what else have you been doing these days?" Sophie shut the door, staring him down.

"Nothing. Just lying in bed recovering, that’s all. Oh, and—"

"What?"

"Watching videos!"

"Pff..."

"Heh, you’re overthinking it. I wasn’t watching the kind of ’romantic action films’ you’re imagining! They were about health and wellness. Heh heh, haven’t you noticed how much I’ve improved these days? I’m totally qualified to be your personal bodyguard and lifestyle assistant. Of course, if required, I can also expand into other services—like oil massage, nursing care, bed-side health maintenance..."

"Cut the crap." Sophie spat lightly, her face tinged red, but she couldn’t help quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

To be this shameless, he really must have been stuck in a hospital bed for five years. Otherwise how could he get this bored?

"All right, what’s the deal between you and Rogge? Why does he listen to you like that..."

"You really want to know?" Seeing Sophie holding her breath and nodding nonstop, Lin Mu’s face turned solemn; he pressed his palms together devoutly like a statue. "To be honest, in my previous life I was an Arhat under the Buddha himself, spending my days preaching and chanting, saving all living beings—my merits were immeasurable. Though I’ve lost all my powers in this life, my awe-inspiring charisma remains. And Rogge, though he’s a foreigner, has a solid spiritual foundation. Under my guidance, he abandoned his delusions, woke up to the truth, and resolutely decided to take refuge in the Buddha..."