From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Leon stared at the authorization document on the table, pressing his palm down on the corner of the paper, immediately creating several creases on the surface.

The assistant translated his meaning very clearly.

Lu Yunzhou had to leave the private room, and Liu Ruyan stayed to talk with him so that the contract for tonight could continue to move forward.

Leon raised his chin, his tone becoming increasingly arrogant: "To have an outsider sit here is an insult to the Fengming Group."

Lu Yunzhou leaned back in his chair, the old injury on his shoulder pressing against the edge of the chair.

He picked up the authorization letter and tapped it lightly twice on the table.

"Feng Qianyi's signature is right here. If you're not satisfied, have her personally rescind the order."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Shaojun stopped playing the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.

He had been on the board of directors for many years and knew Feng Qianyi's temperament best.

However, the subsequent funds for the South Bay project were in Leon's hands, and several directors had long been planning to gain more benefits through this cooperation.

Wen Shaojun pushed the authorization letter back in front of Lu Yunzhou, his face no longer showing any politeness.

"Mr. Lu, tonight's meeting is between Fengming and the South African side. The board of directors does not recognize your status as a director. Please leave."

Lu Yunzhou picked up the teacup, took a sip, and before he could swallow the tea, he looked up at Wen Shaojun.

"It's no use if you don't admit it. It's enough that Feng Qianyi admits it."

Tao Chong looked down at the contract, the pages in his hand hovering in mid-air.

Fang Qiyuan leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting back and forth between Leon and Lu Yunzhou, but neither of them spoke up for Wen Shaojun.

Liu Ruyan sat down next to Lu Yunzhou, her hand pressing down on the strap of her handbag.

She knew exactly what Wen Shaojun wanted to do.

If Lu Yunzhou is kicked out today, the authorization signed by Feng Qianyi will become a blank piece of paper, and the board of directors can take the opportunity to shift the blame onto her.

Leon picked up his phone, opened a photo, and handed it to his assistant.

The photo shows the construction site of the Nanwan project, with several construction vehicles parked on the roadside and workers surrounding a materials warehouse demanding their wages.

The assistant translated, "Young Master said that if Fengming does not receive guests according to his requirements, the subsequent funding for Nanwan will be suspended. The project will be halted, and Fengming will bear the losses."

Wen Shaojun immediately chimed in, "Chairman Liu, we can't let this project be used to spite someone. He's just an accompanying staff member; let him go outside for a while, and the cooperation can continue."

Lu Yunzhou put down his teacup, the bottom of which touched the table with a soft sound.

"Do you want cooperation, or do you want to send women to his side?"

The people in the private room all stopped what they were doing.

Liu Ruyan looked up at him, her eyes lowered.

She didn't say anything, but moved her hand away from the edge of the purse, preparing to get up.

Wen Shaojun tapped the table first.

"Chairman Liu, sit down! This is not your place to interrupt."

Liu Ruyan stopped, her fingers resting on the back of the chair.

She stared at Wen Shaojun for a moment, then sat back down, the smile in her eyes gone.

Lu Yunzhou looked at Leon.

"If you want to sign a contract, put the terms on the table. If you want companionship, Fengming doesn't offer that service."

After listening to the translation, the veins in Leon's neck tensed.

He grabbed the wine glass in front of him and slammed it back onto the table, spilling wine onto the edge of the contract.

He raised his hand and pointed to the door, then pointed to Lu Yunzhou.

The assistant quickly translated: "The young master wants you to get out immediately. He said someone like you isn't qualified to sit at the negotiating table."

Lu Yunzhou stood up and pushed his chair back.

"My qualifications are handled by Feng Qianyi. If you have any objections, talk to her."

Leon's face darkened.

Wen Shaojun took the opportunity to stand up, took half a step back to the side, and raised his hand to indicate that he had nothing to do with Lu Yunzhou.

"Mr. Lu's actions are unrelated to the Fengming Board of Directors. Young Master Leon is free to decide how to handle this matter."

Liu Ruyan's shoulders tensed, and she immediately turned to look at Wen Shaojun.

"Chairman Wen, by saying that, you're essentially pushing Fengming into trouble."

Wen Shaojun raised his hand to interrupt her, his voice low and serious: "Sit properly. Don't stick up for an outsider anymore."

Lu Yunzhou glanced at him and didn't argue further.

One sentence is enough to explain one's position.

Leon leaned back in his chair and beckoned to the two bodyguards behind him.

The two immediately moved away from the wall.

One of them stood on the left, and the other walked around to the right. Their footsteps pounded on the carpet, and the air in the private room tensed up.

Liu Ruyan grabbed the edge of the table, preparing to stand up again, but Wen Shaojun reached out to stop her.

"Don't move."

As Liu Ruyan watched the two approaching figures, several thin lines appeared on the back of her hand.

She wanted to remind Lu Yunzhou, but swallowed the words back.

Lu Yunzhou stood by the dining table, with the bodyguard on his left raising his arm and the man on his right pressing closer from the side.

The two people were positioned one in front of the other, blocking the exit.

Lu Yunzhou turned his foot and pushed the edge of the round table with his right hand.

The rotating table began to spin, carrying a table full of dishes, with soup bowls, wine bottles, and wine glasses shifting in a series of dislocations.

The bodyguard on the left had his chest obscured by the table, so his gaze couldn't follow Lu Yunzhou's position, and his outstretched arm slid away along the edge of the table.

Using the force of the rotating round table, Lu Yunzhou sidestepped and bumped his shoulder into the man's chest.

The bodyguard lost his balance and hit his back against the wall. The painting swayed a few times, and the decorative light in the corner also shook.

The bodyguard on the right had already rushed forward.

Lu Yunzhou grabbed a dining chair from the side and placed the back of the chair between the two of them.

With a flick of his wrist, the back of the chair wedged into the other man's knee, forcing the bodyguard's legs to buckle and his entire body to lean forward.

Lu Yunzhou pushed him forward.

The dining chair dragged across the floor, and the bodyguard's body crashed into the liquor cabinet.

The cabinet door was kicked open, and the wine bottles inside rolled out and shattered on the edge of the carpet.

Leon raised his hand to protect his face, muttering a string of English curses.

Lu Yunzhou did not give him a chance to call for help again.

The bodyguard who had slammed his head against the wall got up, reached inside his suit jacket with his right hand, and pulled out a black telescopic baton.

The sound of the metal rod snapping open had barely been heard when Lu Yunzhou had already grabbed his wrist.

The bodyguard pulled back forcefully, but Lu Yunzhou flipped his hand and his wrist was pulled above the table.

The telescopic baton slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Lu Yunzhou caught it with his backhand and pressed down on the baton with both hands.

The metal rod was bent into a stiff shape.

The bodyguard's arm was twisted behind his back, his shoulder was pressed against the edge of the table, and his chest slammed into the table full of dishes.

The plates slid one after another, soup spilled over the tablecloth, and half of a bent telescopic rod fell into his hand.

Lu Yunzhou pressed down on the back of his neck, his voice flat: "Lie down, don't move."

The bodyguard gritted his teeth and struggled, bracing himself against the table with his hands twice.

Lu Yunzhou increased the pressure on his hands, and the table legs scraped against the ground with a screeching sound.

The bodyguard's shoulders were pinned down, and he could no longer lift himself up.

Another bodyguard next to the wine cabinet stood up, supporting himself against the cabinet door.

He raised his hand and pushed away the broken wine bottle. As soon as he took a step, Lu Yunzhou released the person at the table and turned to greet him.

The bodyguard threw a punch.

Lu Yunzhou turned his head to avoid it, grabbed the other person's arm, and used the momentum to pull him over his shoulder.

The bodyguard lost control of his body and was pushed against the soft partition on the side of the private room.

The fabric surface dented, and the metal frame inside made a dull thud.

The bodyguard got stuck in the partition, his legs off the ground, and he couldn't climb out for a long time.

The person at the table was still panting. Lu Yunzhou stepped on the bent telescopic baton and then looked at Leon.

"Your bodyguards are too slow."