He Doesn't Belong Here

Thus, no matter how vexing it was, Old Yuan could only endure it.

He sighed and stopped them. "Stop arguing! Kun, you're in charge of this. What do you think we should do?"

Yuan Junkun was Old Yuan's eldest son. He couldn't continue studying, and it was useless even if he broke the stick. Old Yuan had to arrange a place for him in the company. Fortunately, this kid had finished high school, so he wasn't that useless among this group of useless people.

"Dad, that woman from T.S. Corporation is such a bully. Do you know what price she offered? This much!" Yuan Junkun spread out his fingers. "500 million, and it's the old version that's been obsolete! Why don't she go rob a bank instead?"

"That's right!" Old Ke was the manager of the company. He had been with Yuan Feng for the longest time, so he couldn't stand being held back after opening the company. "Why don't I kidnap that woman and use T.S. Corporation's lousy algorithm as ransom?"