Yang Fan waved a hand casually.
"No need for those titles."
"Just keep calling me boss."
"Right now, aside from those two little ones, Chengrou and Chengye, you and I are the company's only shareholders."
His tone was calm.
"For now, you'll serve as general manager."
"You'll have full responsibility for all company operations."
"Yes, boss."
Ma Yu answered immediately.
But after a moment's hesitation, he spoke again.
"Boss, there's something I'd like your guidance on."
"When I founded Elephant Loans, I originally intended to serve large corporations."
"But limitations in strength and resources forced me to shift toward lending to small and medium-sized businesses and low-level demigods."
"Now that the company has been restructured, should I change its name?"
Yang Fan fell into brief thought at his words.
A moment later, he said slowly:
"The company's name?"
"I think I've gotten as far as 'Yang Shi' with the names. How about calling this company... Yang Twelve Group?"
As he spoke, he nodded thoughtfully.
As though this were a decision he had deliberated over at length.
Silence briefly settled over them.
"Yang... Twelve?" The corner of Ma Yu's mouth twitched.
He raised a hand to scratch his head, looking at Yang Fan with a complicated expression.
That name... how should I put it?
It feels so casually chosen that it's jarring.
A Capital Crocodile who throws around a hundred trillion Divinity Points without batting an eye.
And his company's name sounds like a number he slapped on at random?
Ma Yu was somewhat speechless.
Tens of thousands of years ago, when he first founded Elephant Loans, he had spent over a month tossing and turning, deliberating over the company's name.
Back then, brimming with confidence about partnering with powerful listed companies and providing them with financial services, he and his