CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: I BOUGHT THIS COMPANY

Blue Moon Company.

Lin Fan walked to the company reception with his delivery bag and saw an unfamiliar pretty girl at the front desk.

"Hello, I have a delivery." Lin Fan said with a smile.

The receptionist, upon seeing it was a delivery man, showed no pleasant expression and said coldly, "Why are you telling me? Make the call yourself!"

This woman’s attitude is a bit off.

Lin Fan said "Oh" and dialed the number left with the order: "Hello, your ordered food has arrived, please come out to collect it."

It took a full ten minutes before a man slowly walked out.

Their eyes met, and both froze for a moment.

"You’re Lin Fan!" The man pointed at Lin Fan and burst into laughter, "I can’t believe it, you’re actually delivering food now!"

Lin Fan’s heart sank; Zhao Gang, the colleague who plotted against him and got him fired!

It’s really a small world, and it was Zhao Gang who placed the order.

Lin Fan kept a calm face and said, "This is your order, please take it."

However, Zhao Gang didn’t take it; instead, he pointed at Lin Fan and laughed, "Little Zhang, you probably don’t know since you’re new here, but this guy used to be our colleague and now he’s just a food deliverer. Isn’t that pathetic?"

The receptionist giggled, "No way, how could he have fallen this low and still have the face to come back here?"

Lin Fan chuckled, "Miss, there’s no shame in any work; earning money with your own hands and feet, not stealing or robbing, what’s wrong with that?"

The receptionist pouted, seemingly unwilling to converse with Lin Fan.

Zhao Gang laughed, "You’re wrong. I think us company white-collars are more noble than you laboring runners. Little Zhang, what do you think?"

The receptionist seized the chance to flatter, "Manager Zhao is right."

Manager Zhao? Lin Fan frowned.

Zhao Gang beamed, "Oh right, I forgot to mention, since you got fired, I’ve been promoted to project manager."

Zhao Gang wore a proud expression. He had competed for the manager position against Lin Fan and set him up to win, leaving Lin Fan innocently without a chance to defend himself, resulting in his dismissal.

Lin Fan responded with an "Oh" and sneered, "Then congratulations."

Hearing the sarcasm in Lin Fan’s tone, Zhao Gang was instantly displeased and snatched the delivery box, giving it a feel: "Why is my meal cold? It must be that you took too long on the way!"

Lin Fan chuckled, "Zhao Gang, that’s enough, don’t push it. I called you ten minutes ago; it was you who came late."

Zhao Gang got angry and cursed, "You damn delivery boy, how dare you talk back to me. I’ll call to complain about you! I’ve heard complaints lead to wage deductions!"

Lin Fan was someone who stood his ground. Even when he relied on this salary to support his family, he never worried about customer complaints. When it came to unreasonable customers, he’d stand his ground to the end.

Especially now, money was the least of his concerns!

Lin Fan looked at Zhao Gang as if looking at a fool.

Zhao Gang thought he had Lin Fan by the scruff, chuckled and said, "Lin Fan, I’ll give you a chance now, kneel and apologize to me, and I won’t complain."

By now, quite a few people had noticed the commotion and ran over to watch, chatting away.

"Isn’t that Lin Fan? So pitiful, why is he delivering food now?"

"They never got along well before; it’s really a small world, such bad luck."

"Delivery guys fear complaints, all it takes is one and it sticks. If Lin Fan doesn’t want a fine, he might need to kneel and apologize!"

Zhao Gang confidently looked down on Lin Fan, waiting for him to kneel.

Just as everyone was waiting to see Lin Fan make a fool of himself, he casually picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this President Zhang? It’s Lin Fan, yes, the one you fired recently. Since you fired me, I went back to inherit my billion-dollar wealth. I heard Blue Moon is up for sale, and I’ve decided to purchase it."

...

Lin Fan wants to buy Blue Moon!

Once the news broke, the entire company was in uproar, with everyone gathering to watch, crowding the area.

Zhang Dafu, the CEO of Blue Moon Company, was troubled recently by the urgent need to sell the company but couldn’t find a buyer, to the point where he was even advertising on television.

Upon receiving Lin Fan’s call, he jumped up excitedly and hustled out.

"Make way, make way!"

Zhang Dafu pushed through the onlookers and finally made it to the front, only to be dumbfounded upon seeing Lin Fan.

The Lin Fan who left a lingering impression was now dressed in a delivery outfit, carrying a delivery bag, evidently a delivery guy.

Zhang Dafu felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head as his expression turned gloomy: "Lin Fan, didn’t you say you’d gone back to inherit a fortune?"

Zhao Gang rolled on the floor with laughter: "President Zhang, you’ve been fooled by this guy. He’s got no inheritance; he’s just a delivery guy now. How could he afford to buy the company!"

The crowd burst into laughter, as Lin Fan’s jest seemed too far-fetched.

Zhang Dafu was furious: "Lin Fan, if you’re here to cause trouble, you’d better leave at once!"

Lin Fan remained calm, smiling, "Who says a billionaire can’t deliver food? If President Zhang doesn’t believe I have the money, I can pay a deposit first. Name your price."

Zhang Dafu was taken aback by his calm demeanor, feeling hesitant but curious: "Do you really have money?"

Lin Fan said, "No one is willing to take over Blue Moon now; President Zhang must be worried. I could be your only chance. If you don’t give it a try, I’ll leave immediately."

Zhang Dafu was indeed anxious; he was waiting to cash out by selling Blue Moon.

Zhao Gang laughed even more arrogantly: "I’m dying of laughter. Lin Fan, stop fooling President Zhang. If you can buy Blue Moon, I’ll kneel and call you daddy!"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow: "Everyone heard that, he wants to be my son."

Zhao Gang said, "President Zhang, you won’t believe this fool, right? I’d suggest reporting him and throwing him out with security!"

Zhang Dafu was not Zhao Gang; Zhao Gang had personal grudges against Lin Fan and naturally wanted to get rid of him, but Zhang Dafu needed money. Any chance of selling Blue Moon, no matter how slim, he would not pass up!

Zhang Dafu clenched his teeth and made up his mind: "Alright, I’ll give it a try. Lin Fan, transfer 30 million as a deposit first. If it’s successful, I’ll believe you!"

"No problem."

Lin Fan agreed readily, having hundreds of billions in cash now; 30 million was a drop in the ocean, he wouldn’t bat an eye if it were thrown into the sea.

Zhang Dafu immediately called his assistant to bring a computer for Lin Fan to transfer the funds.

Zhao Gang found it utterly absurd: "President Zhang, is it necessary to waste time with this guy? Just look at him, probably an 18th-generation farmer. Do you really believe he has a fortune at home?"

Zhang Dafu sternly replied, "Enough, stop talking. I’ve made my decision."

Zhang Dafu had his own plans; if Lin Fan couldn’t come up with the money, he wouldn’t need Zhao Gang to tell him. He’d deal with Lin Fan himself.

Zhao Gang stared at Lin Fan, sneering, "Lin Fan, if you want to make a fool of yourself, I won’t stop you; I’ll deal with you later!"

The computer had already been brought over, and the assistant swiftly set up the transfer page for Lin Fan to proceed with the transaction.

Everyone thought Lin Fan was just messing around and waited to see him make a fool of himself.

Because there’s no way Lin Fan’s appearance could match that of a wealthy person.

Lin Fan walked to the computer, quickly entering his bank account number and entering 30 million as the transfer amount.

Confirm!

With a simple operation, the transfer was completed.

Beep!

A notification sound rang out.

The assistant looked down, raised in shock, and said in a trembling voice, "30 million, received."