Sometimes he thinks he is a scoundrel. . .

No, it isn't. Maybe he thinks he is an incompetent person. He is too willful, too free and too confident in himself. He also believes that it is right to choose the path he likes to live his life. Because the decision-making at that time was immature, it started now.

If he had chosen to listen to his father and not stubbornly continue reading language, but business administration, it would not have ended like this.

He knew all the management of the company better than he did, and he knew what to do next to keep his family business going without too much loss. He won't see the company that his father created with his hands gradually taken away by others, and although it is still his now, his mother, his president, will soon be taken away. He is the vice president of the company and has almost no authority or authority when they need to gradually sell their shares.

The nominal owner. . . His business will soon fall into the hands of others.

Chanin, a 24-year-old young man who has just taken over as vice president of the company, feels very nervous and his head breaks when he thinks about it. He knows almost nothing except following the instructions of his secretary. My father's suggestion is not an easy task.

As I said, Chanin doesn't know much about this. He learned a language. After graduation, he continued to study for a master's degree in language. After that, he worked as a translator and interpreter in a private Japanese company. He knows almost nothing about his father's auto parts import company. He can speak Japanese, so it is not difficult to deal with foreigners. But for him, it is not difficult. Just joined the work for almost half a year, and he has a headache every day. When his sales drop, he will be surrounded by partners like Tigers and Lions, which makes him always suspect that he will be betrayed. Repeatedly belittled, saying no bay, that's all, the pressure is too great, it's unbearable.

But if this company is the only source of income, it can't stand it.

Money. . . To treat his mother.

After his father died last year, his mother, who succeeded his father as president of the company, suffered from lymphoma. In the face of great difficulties and without taking preventive measures, he had to give up all his passion and assume the responsibility left to him by his parents to save his loved ones. Therefore, his difficulty now is. . . No matter what you do, don't let the only food passage left fall into the hands of others.

In fact, people like him can make money in other ways, but get much more dividends from this industry than the average hired or young employee. If he were still doing the same job, his mother's illness would cost a lot of money. When can I give my mother the best medical expenses?

Chanin thinks he's right, but he's had a bad month. According to the evaluation of the marketing department, the income he should get is unexpected. It could be such a loss that all the partners who served as directors gathered to announce at the meeting that he and his mother would be removed from their posts. If the young man can't achieve his goal this month, appoint a new person to replace him.

Is that so? This is his family's company! The cause his father built with his own hands will bring those bloody people together!

However, I can do nothing but sit and wait for hope.

The last hope was only contacted two days ago, and he didn't settle down in time.

Hope is called. . . Lan.

A half-brother he had never met in his life.

It's not that Chanin didn't know his father had a family before, but he was too young to understand complicated stories at that time, and he knew it when he grew up. His parents never mentioned his father's ex-wife and his cousin. Moreover, when his father died, he didn't even contact him, and he wasn't sure if the other party knew about it. What he knows is that the relationship between him and this brother is so estranged.

... . Almost a stranger.

It's a stranger. He doesn't have any attachment to Ran, but he admits to being glad to be connected with Ran's confidants that day. I was even happier when I learned that this contact was to help him.

Save. . . Ran's confidant said.

Chanin accepted unconditional aid without delay and awaited the arrival of his brother as he said today he would travel from Japan to Thailand to make a deal.

Chanin doesn't know what the deal is, but he tries not to think about it. It's enough to have someone trustworthy to help him. Although he didn't know Chanin before, his name is related by blood. In any case, it should be more reliable than the wolves around him.

After all, brother. . . He believes.

His keen eyes began to look anxiously at the clock on the wall. His appointment time has arrived, but there is no contact. He even volunteered to meet his entourage at the airport. But when he is rejected, he can only sit in the office.

Soon, the wait was over. When the secretary informed him that the waiting guest had arrived at the company, Chanin hurriedly agreed to invite the guest in. He suddenly got up, pulled up his tie, and checked a little whether he was ready for the guests. Before I saw four men walk into the room,

All the men are wearing the same black, but the details are different. The two tall, big men at the back were supposed to be bodyguards, while the man in the suit wore the same thin square glasses as him. There is a document in his phone that looks like a stalker, while another looks like a young bar host at his eye height, young face, rather fashionable clothes, long hair and neck. Or, Japanese teenage singers, they look very unsociable, they look very. . .

... . It could be a tracker or something, and the man with glasses thought it was a tracker at first, it could be his brother.

In any case, Chanin could only sense that the man had a certain charm that made him unable to look away, especially his gentle face, but at the same time it was surprisingly awe-inspiring. It's like this person has a spell to keep his eyes in place, and it feels familiar.

I stared for a long time before I realized that I was rude when a man with glasses made a low voice in Japanese.

"Is that Mr. Chanin?"

"Ah... uh, yes," Chanin flinched a little, glancing at the speaker and replying in the same language, "you must be... Lane, right?"

Doubt crept over his face, and he gazed into the face of the bespectacled man, looking nothing like him, nothing like him.

Or like his stepmother,

The other party was greeted, smiled with his mouth outstretched, and suddenly shook his head.

"No, I'm Yemaru's secretary, Lin Tianmao."

"Ranmaru,"

Chanin's expression grew even more astonished as the man who had forced him in the first place came up and sat down in a cushioned chair across the table, comfortably lifting his long legs cross-legged.

"My own Japanese name"

When the sound was over, Chanin turned to look at the speaker, who pulled a cigarette out of his suit pocket. In a short time, the bodyguard standing in the back rushed in and set it on fire.

Chanin looked unhappily at the people in the room who were full of smoke. His mouth wanted to say that he didn't allow anyone to smoke in this room. But when his beautiful lips open again, he must be polite.

"Long time no see, how are you, Chanin?"

Lann didn't speak Thai with him, and every word in his mouth was spoken in Japanese, so he chose to communicate in the same language.

"I'm fine, sir... well, how's Rango?"

I feel a little nervous and hesitant to call the person in front of me "you" or "brother". I also want to know why Lane greeted him like this.

Long time no see? I don't remember seeing Alan in his life.

Maybe I saw him when he was very young, but he doesn't remember.

However, instead of bothering to ask, he sat there and closed his mouth. When he didn't answer the question, he kept spraying white smoke, and the room was filled with a pungent stench. It took Chanin a great deal of effort to remove the smell of cigarettes from her, and it was not until she smoked a few cigarettes that she began to talk.

"Do you know why I came to you?"

Chanin nodded quickly, and Run smiled as soon as he saw his enthusiasm.

"Well, then we'll start the negotiations."

Business negotiation?

It's not surprising if you hear this sentence. They are brothers, they have the same blood, but they are only half. They are not very close yet, but they also have interests. But in any case, now that things have reached this stage, he will not have any better choice. Listen to the other party's proposal first, and if it doesn't seem satisfactory, then refuse it later.

"Let's get started."

Finally, choosing the so-called brother can at least make Lan Lan realize that he is a brother, in case the other party is kind again, and will not take mean measures or cruel business plans too much.

Lane smiled, took the words at the corners of his mouth, pushed the cigarette filter against the transparent glass of the table, and then sat there and began to open his mouth to talk.

"I heard what the situation is at the company, like Mamoru told you I would come to help."

"What can you do for me?"

"What do you think I'm going to do for you?"

Lane replied in a peaceful tone, but there was a feeling of uneasiness lurking in his heart. He has thought that he may ask to buy all the companies and then take over the management. So he slipped his mouth out of his mouth.

"If you are going to take over the whole company, I will refuse. I must take over it, and it will still make money for me."

"Profitable money or lost money?"

Yuan came back and left Chanin speechless. It seems that he has seen through the situation of the company. No wonder the fact is that if he didn't know it, would he still show up and ask for help?

"Let me help. Anyway, this company belongs to my father, you are also my brother, and your mother is very ill. What do you think? You should also be hot money. I heard that the old fox colluded to dismiss him. I, a bargaining power, your brother, will lend a helping hand."

Chanin is sure that he didn't disclose this information to the people on Ran's side. It seems that there was a phone call to tell him, but it doesn't matter now. Young people want to know more about how Rand will help him.

"What's your plan?"

Asking questions directly doesn't mean beating around the bush. Run himself is not the kind of person who works around corners. Since he asks questions directly, he will put forward a straightforward suggestion.

"It's no big deal. I'll buy all the company from those old foxes and send someone to help you run the company, so that the company will return to the blood of that man."

The man Ran mentioned was not difficult to guess, he meant his father Chanin, nodded over his head, and thought a little, if the directors were willing to sell the shares they held, their eyes would be wide open. This is not an easy task.

"Mr. Chanin, don't worry. We have bargaining measures. Anyway, they have to agree to sell the shares to Mr. Ranmaru."

Moru cut in suddenly, as if he could read what Chanin was thinking.

"How is it?"

"I have an idea."

This time, Run came up suddenly, sounding as if he didn't want to tell Chanin, and the other party seemed to know, so he didn't ask again, giving Run a chance to continue negotiating.

"Besides, I will give you fifty percent of the profits of the company every month. You don't have to care that I hold shares in the company, because I will give you fifty."

Chanin's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe he would hear such a voice from the mouth of a cooperative negotiator.

"What?"

"I said I would give you fifty-fifths of the profits. Why not?"

"No, sir."

Come on, who doesn't want to? But strangely, each director holds almost 80% of the total shares of the company. If you want to buy it, you will get 80% profit. It's a little strange to give him fifty years old.

I felt very strange and curious. I accidentally stared at my face straight and laughed in my throat.

"Don't think too much, I told you that you are my sister, and your mother is also very ill and needs a lot of money. I have saved many people, and I will come to help your sister and stepmother again, if only it were from the same family."

After hearing this, I felt at ease and began to discuss business. It may be just a name, or it may be for a real kindness. He just suspected that the other party wanted benefits.

"I made a proposal, and the rest is up to you. If you agree, sign the documents, everything will start immediately."

Lane picked up a new cigarette, smoked his other empty hand, and twisted his fingers slightly. Mamoru, who was standing by, came straight up, laid the papers on the table and slid politely towards Channing.

"The contract documents agree to the terms and conditions."

Chanin nodded and pushed the spectacle frame against the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. He has no misgivings about the contract. He knows how close it is to do business together. Parents, children or siblings must have a written commitment.

Human nature, if there are interests involved, is ready to forget all relationships.

Chanin looked at every letter on the paper. The terms of the contract are as clear as Ran said before. He will get 50% of the profits. He also held the same position, while Ran only held the position of director of the company, but the young man will demand his private management rights.

There's nothing wrong with him. His burden was lightened. It seems that he doesn't need to do much. He is only responsible for signing one document. The rest stay there, waiting for profits. There is enough time to take care of his mother. If his eyes did not see the last condition that Rand had not mentioned before, he would have picked up a pen and signed it.

On condition that. . . He had to work for Brand.

"The last condition, I think, is very strange."

Finally broke the silence, Malang was putting the ashtray on the palm of his hand, and a bodyguard squinted, his eyes steadily motionless.

"How strange."

"It says I will work for you."

"What's so strange about that, as the contract says?"

It is strange how he could betray his life. Does Lan think he is Satan?

"I... Let me think."

Chanin hesitated suddenly, and Ran raised his eyebrows a little, and the expression on his face was not obvious.

"It's up to you. If you agree to sign it, then sign it before I change my mind. Don't talk business with you again."

No negotiation, no negotiation. Who will sign the contract!

Chanin feels that she is a bipolar person, and her mood suddenly rises and falls. When she thinks that Ran's coming is bad, and when she thinks that she may come for good, it becomes the purpose of the other party.

"Anyway, thanks to Sister Ran for coming to me. I'm sorry to waste my time. I will decide, so I don't have time to think about it."

Like a nonsense, Lane read Chanin's uncomfortable gestures and tone, smiled from his chair and said:

"I told you what decision to make, it's up to you. Make a quick decision before I don't negotiate."

Without negotiation, he will find another way.

I had made up my mind to hope that Run hadn't got up and was ready to call the secretary to see the guests off, but Mamoru, who had been standing there watching for a long time, suddenly broke out.

"Mr. Ranmaru, they've been in touch."

Lane nodded, then smiled.

"I told you to make a decision quickly, but I told you to make a decision quickly. It's no big deal, just saying that your mother's life is in my hands now."

"What?"

Chanin said it was strange to hear the other person speak, and he didn't hear him wrong. Ran asks Mamoru to hand him the cell phone he pulled out of his suit pocket. He picked it up, too. The monastery is not quite at ease about this. First of all, when I opened my eyes wide, I saw that the face of the middle-aged woman lying in bed was unconscious. When I appeared at the temple of the woman in front of me, I had a black gun on my body. The screeching sound of breathing through the respirator, you can hear it from the phone, and someone's screeching voice.

You got it, young master.

Don't guess, you know the young master asked is Lan, but it's not the time when Channing is interested. He turned around with a look of alarm on his face.

"What's on your mind!"

"Business negotiations."

Run said with a smile, it's like playing, only Chanin doesn't play. Now his heart is more worried about his mother than anything else. What business will fall now is his business. But he can't let anyone threaten his mother!

"What is negotiation? Put a gun to my mother's head. This is not negotiation. I ask you directly, why do you reach out to help me? What exactly do you want!"

Chanin was impatient and suddenly asked loudly. The bodyguard behind him knew about the work and quickly came to cover his master's face to let Chanin know that if he wanted to do something, he would definitely not live.

Lane made no secret of it and looked up high.

"The contract is very clear, I want you to give me life."

"Are you mad? Why should I give my life to you!"

Chanin has turned down his voice, but he is still shouting.

He did not understand Run's behaviour, so he came to him with the angel's stain, and within an hour the angel was stripped off, and saw its essence, and it was a huge monster.

"I think"

Lane replied incoherently. Chanin wants to argue that the last clause in the contract is stupid, but he can only think so, because saying Lane will upset him.

"Make a decision before I finish the negotiations. You have 10 seconds..."

Then counting down, Chanin glanced at the screen of his mobile phone and saw a man's hand pulling the trigger. His mother was sure not to die of illness.

"You can't do this. That's my mother. You can't kill people at will."

He tried to calm down, tell me his reasons and remind me, but he wouldn't listen, smiled, and then counted down happily.

"Nine..."

"Brother Lan!"

"Eight..."

This time, the count sat straight on the sofa, with his legs raised and crossed, and his arms leaning on the sofa like an old Chinese movie master.

When Chanin saw him, he trembled with anger, and Ran would refuse him as if he didn't exist and couldn't hear his voice. At this moment, he knew that Ran was not alone. He wondered how the directors would sell all their shares, which is understandable now.

Run may be in contact with an influential person somewhere, right in the hospital.

But he had no interest in finding answers, and he could do nothing but nervous voices.

"Rango, I think we should have a good talk."

"Seven..."

Still not listening, with a hypocritical smile on his face and eyes shining like lions, he looked at the victim and kept beating, then involuntarily held his mobile phone in his head and thought about what to do next to stop this crazy behavior. When someone says.

"I think you'd better sign it. I can tell you Ranmaru is serious."

Ran's confidant doesn't need to tell him, he knows, but who will sign it?

Whether you like it or not, Moru goes to his chair and reaches out to invite you.

"If you want your mother to live, please sit down."

"But I..."

"Come in."

His tone was steady, and for some reason Chanin felt terrified, so he sat down peacefully.

After sitting down, Mao took out a crystal pen from his suit pocket, handed it to Channing, and turned around with it, staring at the people on the sofa.

"Six..."

Lane kept repeating the numbers, and Moru next to his ear confused him.

"There are five seconds left."

"If I sign it, you have to tell Rango to let my mother go."

"Please sign."

"Five..."

When Mamoru told him, the sound put a lot of pressure on him, and the situation forced Chanin to decide to sign with his pen tip and his fingerprint.

One signature is not enough. Need fingerprints.

Chanin slammed the file to throw it to Ran, while his half-brother stopped counting and gave the order.

"You are all watching her except the medical team."

The phone rang and Machanin watched the gun move from his mother's temple, relieved, but Ran's men were still there.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ranmaru won't give him any orders if you please him."

Mamora comforted. . . Or maybe it's not just telling her how to pose. Ron, on the other hand, said with a happy smile that everything could easily go according to his plan. Although Chanin is a bit stubborn, he thinks the negotiations are successful.

"I am your master, Chanin."

The mocking tone made Chanin close his lips. Although I don't know what Run wants, I'm sure it won't be a good thing from now on.

I know this is not a good thing, but does Chanin have any bargaining power now? Mom's life is in Ran's hands. Just now Mamoru himself said that everything depends on whether his behavior can satisfy Ran. He must obey orders with no choice. . . I don't know when it will end.

There is no provision in the contract. When he signed it, it was because of pressure and time constraints. If you ask, his mother will be shot in the head.

"When will this contract end?"

Whenever he got the chance, he asked Run, "That's stupid.".

"When I'm satisfied."

He is a mean person who says nothing and repeats nothing.

"Simply put, if I satisfy you, when you are bored, will you let me go with your mother?"

"Try to please me."

Without directly answering this question, Chanin thinks so, but how can he satisfy Ran? Since he doesn't know why Ran wants to be his master.

"What do you want me to do?"

"My slave."

"Well,"

"Call me my Lord."

His dark eyebrows clasped together, which sounded strange, but he finally agreed, when Mamoru nodded for him to do it.

"Sir... sir."

It was not loud, but Lane heard it clearly and suddenly nodded.

"Kneel to me."

His eyebrows tied together almost in an instant. And though he was not clever enough, nor clever enough to understand the tricks of business, he could not understand the situation he was facing now, nor what he was doing, nor what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, what he was doing, and what he was doing.

Ran appeared to help him, and as his master he had to relate to his family, when he said again.

"Come on, climb on my feet, as if my mother bowed her head and begged your mother to tell Papa not to drive me and my mother out of the house."

Yes, as he thought, there was nothing wrong, but when the reason for him and his mother was that his father had left the world, shouldn't this happen to him and his mother?

Chanin argues that there is no reason for Arann to hold a grudge against his father, nor is it a reason for him to hold a grudge against his mother. He didn't even know about it at the time.

"Come, slave, let the master wait for a long time, and be careful that the master's gun will fire."

Seeing Chanin sitting where he was, he issued another threatening order.

His big hand clasped tightly, his sharp fingernails pierced his skin, he patiently resisted his anger, got up and went to his desk, knelt down, and climbed in front of others. He has never felt such shame in his life. Being held down with no dignity made Chanin almost collapse, but he was not the kind of person whose emotional intelligence was intolerably low until he finally reached Ran's feet.

Seeing his brother's despised and embarrassed face, Lane was even happier and smiled unabashedly.

"Now beg me."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Let me spare your mother."

"Please spare my mother, my Lord."

Resistance is not a clever way, dry voice slipped from the thick lips, but that was all, Lanny was still not satisfied.

"Please? Lower your head and say it again."

"I think I'll have to keep my head down. Isn't that too much?"

"Bow your head."

Before it was over, Durand issued another order.

Chanin sighed, slowly bowed his head until his forehead rested on the floor, and then gave the order.

"Please."

"Please, my Lord, spare my mother."

Lane laughed happily and pulled his leg low, but not on the floor, but on the back of Chanin's head, grinding the insole hard, grinding it back and forth like a cigarette filter cartridge, and his angina pectoris welled up in his heart, which made Chanin clench his teeth. He tried to look up, but was pressed down by Lanny, and the pain intensified. He realized that he should stay where he was and wait for Lanny to leave.