Chapter 143 Meeting the Old Man

After saying that, he strode towards the door, opened it without looking back, and left.

It's already asking too much of him to work for Chen Qishan; asking him to work for Zenti is impossible unless the sun rises in the west!

Chen Qishan stared coldly at Chen Jingyang, his eyes fixed on Chen Jingyang's retreating figure as he slammed the door shut. He didn't see the barely suppressed upturn of Chen Qinian's lips.

The meeting ended quickly after Chen Jingyang left.

Chen Qinian returned to his office and breathed a huge sigh of relief, as if he had just survived a major crisis. His tense nerves relaxed, and he suddenly felt as if all his strength had been drained. After sitting down, he almost collapsed on the sofa and it took him a full seven or eight minutes to take out his phone.

"Hey." He smiled, his voice slightly tired but cheerful: "It's done."

Li Jianren's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Congratulations, President Chen. From now on, Tanzhi will be under your control."

Chen Qinian chuckled: "It's not that simple. The chairman doesn't want to get rid of his good son yet!"

Li Jianren sneered, "Isn't this exactly what you expected? And weren't you already prepared? I think once tonight is over, Old Master Chen will definitely grant your wish."

Chen Qinian slowly sat up straight, his eyes somewhat unfocused: "Don't be so optimistic, Chen Jingyang is no ordinary person."

Li Jianren sneered, "But he's still heading towards his doom step by step, just as we predicted, isn't he?"

Chen Qinian chuckled and took a deep, satisfying breath: "How are your preparations going?"

"Don't worry, everything is ready. We're just waiting for your notification so we can take action immediately."

"Good!" Chen Qinian's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "I'm going to fight that tough battle right now. Wait for my news."

Li Jianren smiled and said, "Then, Mr. Chen, I wish you every success!"

At the entrance of Chen Jingyang's office.

"Knock, knock, knock," Lin Zheyan knocked on the door for the third time. "President Chen, I'm coming in."

He pushed open the door and saw Chen Jingyang lying sprawled on the sofa, one backrest covering his face, motionless, as if dead.

"President Chen." Lin Zheyan reached for the backrest, but Chen Jingyang suddenly pressed it down, his voice muffled as it came from under the backrest: "Don't move! Speak if you have something to say!"

Lin Zheyan sighed and squatted down: "The old man... wants you to go home."

"I'm not going back!"

Lin Zheyan chuckled softly: "Were you crying? I've seen you cry before. Take the pillow away, aren't you feeling stuffy?"

Chen Jingyang grabbed the cushion, slapped it on Lin Zheyan's head with a "whoosh," and gritted his teeth, saying, "Who the hell is crying!"

He didn't cry!

He's just angry!

So what if we just handed Tanzhi over to someone else? This little thing can't even bring him to tears!

Lin Zheyan picked up the cushion and sat down on it, his icy face full of worry, which looked rather comical at first glance.

“Running away won’t solve the problem. You should know your father well. If you don’t go home, he will deal with you directly at the company. How will you face anyone then?”

Chen Jingyang remained silent and motionless, his chest rising and falling, clearly still angry. He rolled his eyes, appearing fearless.

"Hoo!" Lin Zheyan exhaled a heavy breath: "Jingyang, tell me the truth, have you thought about where you can go after leaving Tanzhi?"

This finally earned him a proper look from Chen Jingyang, but he only glanced at him briefly.

To be honest...

That means I never thought of it!

After all, it had been less than an hour since he made and announced the decision.

And even now, all he can think about is where the problem lies. It can't possibly be the algorithm!

So where can he go after leaving Tanzhi?

Looking at the domestic market, there are only a few former competitors, or rather, defeated rivals, that can rival Tanzhi. Should he go there?

No way I'm going!

So, should I start another business?

However, without the Chen family's support, he didn't even have the start-up capital!

The only option is to go abroad. With his influence in the industry and his performance at Tanzhi, he could easily become a senior executive at a leading company that crushes Zenti.

But Zhang Pengfei is here, how could he possibly run away alone?!

Chen Jingyang looked up at the ceiling, a moment of confusion flashing in his eyes, before his violently heaving chest gradually calmed down.

So, where will he go after leaving Tanzhi?

"Jingyang," Lin Zheyan advised him, "Go home. As long as you stay at Tanzhi, the old man won't make things difficult for you."

Chen Jingyang sneered and turned to look at him: "Lin Zheyan, whether the old man sent you to persuade me, or you yourself really want to persuade me, I can tell you clearly, it's impossible!"

He slowly sat up straight, glanced at the gray sky outside the window, and sneered: "Tanzhi is a very juicy piece of meat, but since someone else has already taken it, I don't want to eat it anymore."

Lin Zheyan asked anxiously, "What happens after that? What are your plans?"

Chen Jingyang sighed softly, "I don't know, I haven't decided yet."

"You dare leave Tanzhi without thinking it through?!"

Chen Jingyang didn't care at all, and chuckled lightly: "What's there for me to be afraid of? I worked my ass off to snatch this little bit of meat, and everyone wants to come over and lick it and take a few bites. I was thinking that as long as I worked harder, more diligently, and put in more effort, sooner or later I would have a piece of meat that belonged only to me..."

He gave a bitter smile: "I never expected this. All my efforts were wasted, and I fed it all to someone else!"

He slumped back on the sofa, hands in his pockets, shoulders down, as if uttering a remark in anger or genuinely indifferent: "It's just a little bit of meat. If they want it, give it to them. I don't care!"

"Tsk!" Lin Zheyan frowned: "You..." But he didn't say anything more for a long time—he didn't know how to persuade Chen Jingyang.

In the end, all I could do was sigh deeply and say, "You'd better take care of yourself. Life goes on, and you have to make some plans."

Chen Jingyang hummed in agreement, unable to bear seeing Lin Zheyan so worried about him, and explained, "You know, I'm not the kind of person who thinks everything through before starting anything."

He smiled slightly, his eyes gradually becoming clear and firm: "Although I don't know what I will do in the future, I know very well what I don't want to do now, and that's enough."

He changed the subject and asked Lin Zheyan, "What about you? What are your plans after I leave?"

Lin Zheyan shook his head: "I haven't thought about it either. Your decision is too sudden, but I definitely won't stay here."

Once Chen Jingyang leaves, Chen Qinian will definitely have absolute power, and how can we tolerate him then?

He smiled and said, "But don't worry about me, I'll definitely find a job more easily than you."

That's true, after all, he didn't have as many concerns as Chen Jingyang.

Lin Zheyan stood up, straightened the backrest, and reached out to pull Chen Jingyang up: "Then let's go, let's go home and meet the old man."