Reborn not to be a simp, the school beauty's whole family goes crazy

When he saw the figures for registered capital and tax payments, his expression instantly turned very ugly.

"Humph!"

Li Guangwang slammed the document down on the table, the sound of it hitting the surface making a crisp, loud noise that was particularly jarring in the quiet office.

His eyes widened in fury, seemingly spitting fire, as he stared directly at Chen Dong and shouted, "Young man, do you think I'm a fool? A company with a registered capital of only 100,000 yuan can pay millions in taxes in just three years? Isn't that a fantasy? This is just a shell company that brags without any basis. At such a young age, you actually think you can pull off a fraud in front of a seasoned veteran like me who has been in the business world for many years. It's outrageous!"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his face turning bright red with anger, like a ripe tomato. He pointed at Chen Dong, his body trembling slightly with rage, as if Chen Dong were the most hated liar in his life.

As Chen Dong listened to Li Guangwang's barrage of accusations, a sense of helplessness and powerlessness welled up inside him.

He thought to himself that sometimes being too outstanding and developing too rapidly is not a good thing. At least in the eyes of others, it is not so easy to make people believe that his 361 Company is a legitimate and powerful company.

After Li Guangwang finished speaking, Chen Dong took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to calm himself down from being misunderstood.

He raised his head, his eyes calm and firm, and asked in return, "What if I brought you millions of dollars in cash?"

His tone was calm and firm, without the slightest hesitation or retreat, and his eyes revealed strong confidence, as if he were declaring to Li Guangwang that this was not a difficult task for him.

Li Guangwang, who was beaming with smugness and disdain, was stunned when he heard this. His mouth opened slightly, forming an "O" shape, but he couldn't say a word for a moment.

His instinct was to immediately refute Chen Dong's unrealistic ideas.

But when he saw Chen Dongfeng's nonchalant expression, as if he didn't care about the millions of dollars in cash at all, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

He bit his lip, a hint of wavering and uncertainty flashing in his originally determined eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly replied to Chen Dong, "If you can really do it, then I will believe you."

His voice unconsciously became much softer, as if his confidence had also weakened at this moment, and a complex and elusive light flickered in his eyes.

Chen Dong didn't say anything more. He quietly packed his things, his movements quick and efficient.

He put the documents back into his backpack one by one, each movement fluid and natural.

He then slung his backpack over his shoulder, turned steadily, and walked firmly and decisively toward the door.

The figure quickly disappeared at the office door, leaving Li Guangwang sitting there blankly, staring at the empty doorway.

Li Guangwang watched Chen Dong's departing figure, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Chen Dong's expression, words, and calm demeanor kept replaying in his mind, and a doubt arose in his heart: "Did I misjudge him? Is this young man not a shell company swindler?"

But soon, he shook his head vigorously, trying to convince himself: "Impossible, what he said is too outrageous, he must be a liar."

But for some reason, Chen Dong's calm and composed demeanor lingered in his mind, haunting him like a ghost, making him inexplicably uneasy.

He sat in the chair, leaning back slightly, staring blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts a jumbled mess, unable to find peace for a long time. He kept wondering who this young man was, whether his judgment was right or wrong, and where the future would lead him...

Chen Dong stood on the street and hailed a taxi.

The taxi slowly came to a stop. He opened the door, sat in the back seat, and leaned back wearily, feeling as if all his strength had been drained and every joint ached.

He closed his eyes slightly, composed himself, and said to the driver, "To the Shangri-La Hotel."

His voice carried a hint of weariness that was hard to conceal.

The car started slowly, the engine emitting a deep roar, and headed towards the hotel.

Along the way, the wheels made rhythmic sounds as they rubbed against the ground, and the street scene outside the window changed constantly like a slideshow, with pedestrians hurrying by and shops lining the streets, but Chen Dong's thoughts remained firmly on today's experiences.

He recalled his conversation with Li Guangwang, the owner of Xingyao Electronics Factory, and the man's suspicious gaze and questioning words seemed to still echo in his ears.

Chen Dong thought that his proposal to acquire the company would be the start of a win-win cooperation, but he was treated as a shell company fraudster, which made him feel helpless and frustrated.

But he also knew that in this era, he was so young and suddenly proposed an acquisition. Anyone would probably have doubts.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Chen Dong opened the car door, took out a few crumpled bills from his pocket, and handed them to the driver to pay the fare.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and strode into the hotel lobby with steady steps.

The lobby was bustling with people.

The uniformed doorman nodded politely to him, and the dazzling crystal chandelier in the center of the lobby illuminated the entire lobby as bright as day.

Various perfume and tobacco scents mingled together, filling the air.

He walked toward the elevator, where there were already quite a few people waiting.

Chen Dong's tall and handsome figure was like a magnet, instantly attracting a lot of attention, especially some young women, whose eyes revealed admiration and who couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Look at that guy, he's so handsome and has such a great presence!"

A young girl with a ponytail, her eyes sparkling as if she had discovered a treasure, gently nudged her companion beside her, her voice low yet unable to conceal her excitement.

"Yes, he looks very young. He might be from a wealthy family."

His companions echoed, their gazes fixed on Chen Dong like nails, scrutinizing him from head to toe, as if trying to find some extraordinary traces in him.

Not only young women, but also some middle-aged women have taken notice of Chen Dong.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a well-tailored suit was chatting with her friend when she inadvertently glanced at Chen Dong. She turned her head slightly and whispered to her friend, "This young man is really handsome; he stands out in a crowd. Look at his spirit and energy; he's sure to have a bright future."

Following his gaze, his friend nodded in agreement.

Chen Dong seemed used to such gazes, his expression calm as he quietly waited for the elevator.

With hands hanging naturally at his sides, he clenched his fists slightly, his slender finger joints turning slightly white from the force.

This subtle movement betrayed a hint of tension within him.