"Why'd you suddenly invite me to dinner?"
When Ye Yizhou arrived, Ye Jing’an was already sitting in the private room, drinking tea.
"Huh?"
Ye Jing’an was momentarily stumped by Ye Yizhou's question, then smiled helplessly. "What kind of question is that? Have we brothers grown that distant?"
Ye Jing’an tipped his head back and drank a cup of tea before realization dawned. "No wonder people think we don't get along."
"What people?"
Ye Yizhou pulled out a chair and sat down, accepting the teacup Ye Jing’an handed him.
"Have a listen."
Ye Jing’an held his phone out in front of Ye Yizhou and played the recording so he could hear it more clearly.
Ye Yizhou leisurely blew on his tea as he listened to the recording.
"To be frank with you all, given that I'm sitting in this position today, barring any surprises, I'll definitely be the one inheriting Lingyao Group."
"Stop asking my dad. From now on, I'll be calling the shots at Lingyao Group."
"What the hell? Is he actually stupid? Does he still not know who's in charge?"
The teacup had barely touched Ye Yizhou's lips before he couldn't help setting it down hard on the table, complaining with a slight frown.
"Call him stupid, but he's pretty calculating. He even thought to make a recording. How clever of him."
It left him both amused and speechless.
Ye Jing’an said, "I heard all about what happened at today's shareholders' meeting. They clearly wanted a slice of the pie. They're eyeing the Yan Group project."
"I don't get it. Dad has always given them more than their fair share of dividends and never treated them badly, yet they're scrambling to snatch the project. That's just shamelessly greedy."
Ye Yizhou leaned back in his chair. Talking about this and