Plutocratic Politics

"Thank you, Mr. Ma Zhi, for your cooperation. The Group will not mistreat any employee. However, there should be no need for a handover. Director Ma Jiahe will directly assume the duties of Head of Security."

Ma Zhi understood. Not only was he being made to take the blame, he was also being pushed aside to make room for the heir.

Strictly speaking, Director Ma Jiahe was even his junior.

Of course, such faint blood ties no longer counted for much.

Over Pegasus Group's thousand-plus-year history, the Ma family had branched out so extensively that no one knew how distant their blood relations had become.

If one truly took it seriously, they were no different from strangers.

Not to mention that he had attained the position of Head of Security not through blood ties. Even his abilities had played only a small part.

The most crucial factor was that his family owned a small amount of Group stock. Combined with his capability and the fact that his surname was Ma, that was why he had been able to take this position.

Even so, once he made a mistake, he could be replaced at any time.

Ma Zhi knew perfectly well that even after being dismissed, he would still live better than most people.

As a Minor Shareholder of Pegasus Group, he would not only be free of all those messy responsibilities, but could also throw his weight around at shareholder meetings. It was far more relaxing.

Thus, he calmly put down his work and left without leaving a trace behind.

Nor did he have any particular reaction. Every day, he either drank tea and read the papers, or went out chasing women and hunting.

Whenever he attended shareholder meetings, he would even shout along with the crowd a few times,