On the other hand, Lin Hao was heading toward a small barbecue shop.
The morning sun was bright, and the streets were already buzzing with the usual city noise. Today was supposed to be an important day—he had decided to visit the Tiansheng Group personally to finalize some formalities.
Instead of taking public transport, he had chosen to drive there in his rented Mercedes-Benz G-Class—a Big G that looked sleek enough to keep away unnecessary attention yet still commanded respect on the road.
"Low-profile but comfortable," he thought, gripping the steering wheel as the city blurred by.
Halfway along the route, the smell of grilled meat wafted through the air. His stomach growled immediately. He hadn't eaten since last night. Spotting a roadside barbecue shop, Lin Hao smiled slightly and pulled over.
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Inside the shop, the warm air was filled with the scent of spices and sizzling skewers.
"Boss," Lin Hao called out casually, "ten skewers of lamb and three chicken wings, please."
The shop's owner, a cheerful middle-aged man, replied, "Sure thing! Sit anywhere you like—I'll bring it right over."
Lin Hao nodded, found a clean table near the window, and sat down. Just as he was about to check the time, his phone buzzed on the table.
He frowned slightly and picked it up. A new notification had appeared.
"Hmm? A bank message?"
He tapped it open. The next second, his eyes widened.
> Jinlong Commercial Bank: Your account ****4321 has been credited with 150,000,000.00 RMB.
Your current balance is 150,030,000.00 RMB.
For a moment, Lin Hao froze. His breath hitched.
"Wait… what?" He almost dropped his phone. "A hundred and fifty million?"
He reread the message several times just to make sure it wasn't some glitch or spam. But the sender was legitimate—his personal business account.
"Is this… the dividend I was supposed to receive today?" he muttered under his breath, still stunned.
He had expected around a hundred million at best. But this amount—it was fifty percent more than he'd calculated.
A slow smile crept across his lips.
"It seems these major corporations never reveal their true earnings. Looks like the system's investment worked better than I thought."
His expression calmed, but inside, satisfaction welled up like a tide. He slipped his phone back into his pocket just as the boss brought over the food.
"Here you go! Ten lamb skewers, three wings."
"Thanks," Lin Hao replied with a polite nod.
He picked up a skewer and took a bite—the meat was juicy, perfectly seasoned, and smoky. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until now. Within minutes, all the skewers were gone.
After finishing his breakfast, he paid the bill, thanked the boss, and headed out. The Big G's engine roared to life with a deep, satisfying hum.
"Time to handle business," he murmured, eyes sharp again.
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Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at his destination.
The imposing glass tower of Tiansheng Real Estate Group reflected the sunlight like a mirror, standing tall among the city's elite skyscrapers.
Lin Hao parked neatly at the front entrance. The sound of brakes echoed slightly as he stepped out, straightened his jacket, and looked up at the building.
Four massive silver letters gleamed above the entrance—T.R.E.G, the abbreviation of Tiansheng Real Estate Group.
"So this is it," Lin Hao said softly, his gaze deep. "The company I now partly own."
He walked through the glass doors, where the air smelled faintly of perfume and professionalism.
At the reception desk, three women in neat uniforms looked up immediately.
"Good morning," Lin Hao greeted politely. "My name is Lin Hao. You should've received a notice. Please take me to your president."
The lead receptionist's eyes widened slightly in recognition. She quickly stood up.
"Ah, yes—Mr. Lin Hao! Please, come with me. President Chen has been expecting you."
She led him down a luxurious hallway toward the executive floor.
Meanwhile, the two remaining receptionists exchanged excited whispers the moment he was out of earshot.
"Wow! That's our new shareholder? He looks even younger and more handsome than in the photo."
"I know, right? And that aura—he's so calm but… powerful."
"If only I could marry someone like that…"
"Keep dreaming! A man like him wouldn't even look at people like us."
"How do you know? Maybe he'll fall for my charm one day!"
They giggled quietly, returning to their duties with flushed cheeks.
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Meanwhile, Lin Hao entered the president's office.
The room was spacious, with a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city. Behind a polished mahogany desk stood a well-dressed man in his forties, his face confident yet welcoming.
Lin Hao stepped forward and extended his hand.
"Hello, I'm Lin Hao."
The man smiled and shook his hand firmly.
"Hello, Mr. Lin. I'm Chen Hao, the president of Tiansheng Real Estate Group. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
"Likewise, President Chen."
Chen Hao gestured for him to sit and then handed over a file. "These are the share-transfer documents. They arrived this morning from headquarters."
Lin Hao took the papers and began reading carefully. Each line was clear and formal. After his signature, he would officially hold 15 percent of Tiansheng Group's total shares.
He double-checked every clause before picking up the pen. His handwriting flowed elegantly as he signed his name.
With that single stroke of ink, Lin Hao officially became a shareholder of Tiansheng Group.
Chen Hao smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Lin, on officially joining us. From today onward, you're part of the core board."
Lin Hao nodded with a faint smile. "Thank you, President Chen."
"Would you like me to show you around the company?" Chen Hao offered politely.
"Sure," Lin Hao replied, rising from his chair.
The two men exchanged smiles before stepping out of the office—one a seasoned businessman, the other a rising power whose story had only just begun.
While they were doing a tour of the company looked at him with surprised eyes as they thought who could be such an important person as the president have to receive and show him around personally.