Starting Sign-In from a Billionaire God Chapter 3: I bought this company

Blue Moon Company.

Lin Fan approached the company's reception area, his delivery bag in hand, and noticed an unfamiliar, beautiful young woman stationed at the front desk.

"Hello there, I have a delivery," Lin Fan announced with a smile.

The receptionist, upon realizing he was a delivery person, displayed no warmth and stated curtly, "Why are you telling me? Make the call yourself!"

This woman's demeanor was rather unpleasant.

Lin Fan replied with a simple "Oh" and proceeded to dial the number provided with the order: "Hello, your ordered food has arrived. Please come out to collect it."

A full ten minutes elapsed before a man slowly emerged.

Their gazes met, and both individuals froze for a brief instant.

"You're Lin Fan!" the man exclaimed, pointing at Lin Fan and erupting into laughter. "I can't believe it, you're actually delivering food now!"

Lin Fan's heart sank; it was Zhao Gang, the colleague who had conspired against him and orchestrated his dismissal!

Truly, the world was a small place, and it turned out Zhao Gang was the one who placed the order.

Maintaining a composed expression, Lin Fan stated, "This is your order. Please take it."

However, Zhao Gang made no move to accept it. Instead, he pointed at Lin Fan and jeered, "Little Zhang, you're new here, so you probably don't know, but this guy used to be our colleague and now he's just a food delivery person. Isn't that pathetic?"

The receptionist giggled in response, "No way! How could he have fallen this low and still have the audacity to come back here?"

Lin Fan let out a soft chuckle. "Miss, there is no shame in any honest work. Earning money through one's own efforts, without resorting to theft or robbery, what is wrong with that?"

The receptionist pursed her lips, seeming disinclined to continue the conversation with Lin Fan.

Zhao Gang laughed heartily. "You're mistaken. I believe we white-collar professionals in the company are far more noble than you laborers. What do you think, Little Zhang?"

Seizing the opportunity, the receptionist chimed in flatteringly, "Manager Zhao is absolutely right."

Manager Zhao? Lin Fan's brow furrowed.

Zhao Gang beamed with pride. "Oh, right, I almost forgot to mention. Since you were fired, I've been promoted to project manager."

Zhao Gang wore an expression of smug satisfaction. He had vied for the manager position against Lin Fan and had cunningly set him up to take the fall, leaving Lin Fan unjustly dismissed without any chance to defend himself.

Lin Fan responded with a simple "Oh" and a sneer, "Then, congratulations."

Detecting the sarcasm laced within Lin Fan's tone, Zhao Gang was instantly provoked. He snatched the delivery box and gave it a squeeze. "Why is my meal cold? It must be because you took too long on your route!"

Lin Fan chuckled again. "Zhao Gang, that's enough. Don't push it. I called you ten minutes ago; it was you who took your time coming down."

Anger flared in Zhao Gang, and he cursed, "You damn delivery boy, how dare you talk back to me! I'm going to report you! I've heard that complaints lead to wage deductions!"

Lin Fan was known for his resolute character. Even when he depended on his salary to support his family, he never feared customer complaints. Facing unreasonable clients, he would stand firm until the very end.

Especially now, when financial matters were the least of his worries!

Lin Fan regarded Zhao Gang as if he were looking at an utter fool.

Zhao Gang, assuming he had Lin Fan cornered, chuckled and declared, "Lin Fan, I'll give you a chance right now. Kneel and apologize to me, and I won't file a complaint."

By this point, a considerable number of people had noticed the commotion and gathered to observe, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Isn't that Lin Fan? How pitiful, why is he delivering food now?"

"They never got along well before; it's really a small world, such terrible luck for him."

"Delivery drivers dread complaints; just one complaint can stick. If Lin Fan wants to avoid a fine, he might have to kneel and apologize!"

Zhao Gang looked down at Lin Fan with unshakeable confidence, awaiting his submission.

Just as everyone anticipated witnessing Lin Fan's humiliation, he casually retrieved his phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, is this President Zhang? It's Lin Fan speaking. Yes, the one you recently dismissed. Since you let me go, I've returned to claim my inherited billions. I heard Blue Moon is on the market, and I've decided to acquire it."

...

Lin Fan intends to purchase Blue Moon!

As this news spread like wildfire, the entire company erupted into chaos, with everyone converging to witness the unfolding events, crowding the vicinity.

Zhang Dafu, the CEO of Blue Moon Company, had been facing significant stress due to the urgent need to sell the company, yet finding no interested buyers, to the extent that he had resorted to television advertisements.

Upon receiving Lin Fan's call, he leaped up with palpable excitement and hurried out.

"Make way, make way!"

Zhang Dafu pushed through the throng of onlookers and finally reached the front, only to be utterly astounded upon seeing Lin Fan. The Lin Fan who had left a lasting impression was now clad in a delivery uniform, carrying a delivery bag – undeniably a delivery person.

A bucket of cold water seemed to douse Zhang Dafu, his expression darkening considerably. "Lin Fan, didn't you claim you were returning to claim a vast inheritance?"

Zhao Gang, rolling on the ground with unrestrained laughter, exclaimed, "President Zhang, you've been thoroughly deceived by this fellow! There's no inheritance; he's merely a deliveryman now. How could he possibly afford to acquire the company!"

A wave of laughter swept through the crowd, finding Lin Fan's audacious claim utterly preposterous.

Zhang Dafu, his temper flaring, declared, "Lin Fan, if your intention is to stir up trouble, you should depart immediately!"

Lin Fan maintained an unruffled composure, a smile gracing his lips. "And who decreed that a billionaire cannot engage in food delivery? If President Zhang doubts my financial capacity, I am prepared to furnish a deposit. Name your price."

Zhang Dafu, taken aback by Lin Fan's serene confidence, felt a flicker of hesitation mingled with intrigue. "Do you genuinely possess the funds?"

Lin Fan responded, "No one seems eager to acquire Blue Moon at present; President Zhang must be feeling the pressure. I might represent your sole viable option. If you're unwilling to take this chance, I shall depart without further ado."

Zhang Dafu was, in fact, quite anxious; his primary objective was to liquidate his assets by selling Blue Moon.

Zhao Gang's laughter intensified with arrogance. "I'm about to collapse from laughter. Lin Fan, cease this charade with President Zhang. If you can truly purchase Blue Moon, I shall willingly kneel and address you as 'father'!"

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow pointedly. "Everyone here has borne witness to his declaration; he desires the status of my son."

Zhao Gang interjected, "President Zhang, surely you don't entertain the ramblings of this simpleton? My advice is to report him and have security escort him out!"

Zhang Dafu was not swayed by Zhao Gang's emotional plea. While Zhao Gang harbored personal animosity towards Lin Fan and sought his downfall, Zhang Dafu's immediate need was capital. He would not dismiss any potential avenue for selling Blue Moon, however improbable it might seem at first glance!

Zhang Dafu gritted his teeth, his resolve firming. "Very well, I shall entertain this possibility. Lin Fan, transfer 30 million as a preliminary deposit. Should the transaction proceed successfully, I shall then believe you!"

"Agreed."

Lin Fan's acceptance was immediate and without reservation. Possessing hundreds of billions in liquid assets, a mere 30 million was insignificant, akin to a single drop lost in the vast ocean.

Zhang Dafu promptly summoned his assistant to procure a laptop, facilitating Lin Fan's fund transfer.

Zhao Gang found the entire situation ludicrous. "President Zhang, is it truly necessary to indulge this individual's fantasy? Observe him closely; he likely hails from humble, agrarian roots. Do you genuinely credit his claims of possessing a substantial fortune?"

Zhang Dafu sharply admonished, "Enough, cease your chatter. My decision has been made."

Zhang Dafu harbored his own strategic considerations; should Lin Fan prove incapable of producing the funds, Zhang Dafu himself would handle the matter, rendering Zhao Gang's insistence superfluous.

Zhao Gang fixed his gaze upon Lin Fan, a sneer twisting his lips. "Lin Fan, if you insist on making a public spectacle of yourself, I shall not interfere. Rest assured, we shall settle matters later!"

The laptop had already been furnished, and the assistant efficiently prepared the transfer interface for Lin Fan to execute the transaction.

The surrounding individuals were convinced Lin Fan was merely playing a game, eagerly anticipating his inevitable embarrassment.

Indeed, Lin Fan's modest appearance offered no hint of a wealthy individual.

Lin Fan approached the laptop, swiftly inputting his bank account details and specifying the transfer amount of 30 million.

Confirm!

With a few simple keystrokes, the transfer was successfully initiated.

Beep!

An audible notification sound signaled the completion.

The assistant glanced down, his eyes widening in astonishment. He stammered, his voice trembling, "30 million has been successfully received."