Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks-Chapter 2878: In the Late Stages of Chauvinism Cancer

These shameless bastards were trying to take the Ding family’s assets through these methods.

Ding Yan didn’t resent the others too much—after all, they had always been ambitious, especially Director Chen.

But he felt a deep sense of betrayal toward Mother Ding, who had stabbed him in the back.

Ding Yan felt that no matter what he had done, as his wife, she should forgive him. What she did was outrageous.

To put it bluntly, he was in the late stages of chauvinism cancer.

Mother Ding ignored Ding Yan’s resentful gaze.

The board meeting had been called hastily, and Ding Yan hadn’t had time to make preparations. His support at the meeting was very low.

Only a few close allies stood by Ding Yan.

Ding Yan was anxious—why hadn’t Ding Ningdie brought Bai Hanmo over yet?

If they took any longer, it would really be too late.

“Thank you all for your support…” Director Chen stood up, full of energy, ready to give his victory speech.

Just then, the door to the meeting room opened, and Bai Hanmo walked in wearing a suit, with Ding Ningdie following close behind.

Bai Hanmo walked in step by step, the sound of his leather shoes on the floor creating a firm, rhythmic echo, adding to his commanding presence.

Upon arrival, Bai Hanmo exuded dominance over everyone in the room.

Ding Yan let out a breath of relief. Finally, he was here.

He had been really worried he wouldn’t be able to keep his position as chairman.

“What’s going on here? Seems lively.” Bai Hanmo’s sharp gaze swept over the room, eventually resting on Ning Shu and Ding Ningdie.

“This is our company’s business; it has nothing to do with your group,” Director Chen said, clearly displeased at Bai Hanmo’s sudden appearance.

Everyone familiar with the business world knew the Bai family’s reputation.

“From now on, this company belongs to the Bai family,” Bai Hanmo announced with authority. “The Bai family will be buying this company.”

“It’s not up to you to decide who becomes the chairman of this company.”

Ding Ningdie looked at Bai Hanmo with shining eyes full of admiration and trust.

However, Ning Shu had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop herself from bursting out laughing.

Especially when she saw Ding Yan’s dumbfounded expression, like he had just swallowed something foul; it was hilariously comical.

Ding Yan had pinned his hopes on Bai Hanmo, giving him the chance to flex his influence.

And then, just like that, the Ding family’s company became the Bai family’s—Bai Hanmo’s.

It was truly ridiculous.

Even Mother Ding couldn’t help but laugh.

Everyone present was stunned. In the blink of an eye, the company now belonged to someone else.

And it had even become the son-in-law’s.

The directors looked at Ding Yan strangely.

“Actually…” Ding Yan hesitated, trying to figure out how to refuse Bai Hanmo’s ‘kind offer.’

Ding Yan felt like he had shot himself in the foot. He had brought in Bai Hanmo, and now Bai Hanmo had bought the company right from under him.

He really was a domineering CEO, playing with the markets however he liked.

“Dad, Hanmo will definitely help us,” Ding Ningdie said, completely unaware of Ding Yan’s inner turmoil.

Ding Yan said, “Actually, there’s no need to buy the company.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re Ningdie’s father, so of course I’ll help you.”

Ning Shu watched the trio with a smirk—Ding Yan struggling to speak, Bai Hanmo feeling smug, and Ding Ningdie looking all shy and proud.

Though the process had veered off course, the outcome remained the same—the company no longer belonged to the Ding family.

Like Mother Ding, Ding Yan was now just another major shareholder.

Even if he became chairman again, the company wouldn’t truly be his, and someone else would be overseeing things.

The Ding family’s company no longer carried the Ding name.

Only Ding Ningdie, happily oblivious, really believed that her prince had come to save her from disaster.

In the little white flower’s world, her man was everything. As long as he was there, nothing else mattered.