Chapter 120 Waste Recycling

Chapter 120: Waste Utilization

The moment Lu Lin walked into the Lu Group building, he was immediately swarmed by department heads.

"President Lu! The approval for the city west project needs your signature!"

"President Lu, the quarterly report from the overseas branch is out. There are a few numbers that need your confirmation!"

"President Lu, HR has a new executive hire that requires a personal interview from you!"

"President Lu..."

Voices overlapped each other, like a flock of chattering sparrows.

Lu Lin walked forward with a blank expression, reaching out and pulling a folder from the nearest person. He flipped it open, glanced at it, signed the name, and handed it back.

His movements were fluid and effortless.

By the time he reached the elevator, he'd already handled seven or eight files.

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside. The crowd tried to follow him, but a single look from him froze them on the spot.

The doors slowly closed, cutting off all the noise.

Lu Lin leaned against the elevator wall, closed his eyes, and sighed softly.

Still, it was better being at his brother's side.

No annoying things like this here.

The elevator arrived at the top floor.

The doors slid open slowly, and Lu Lin stepped out and headed toward his office.

He pushed open the door, walked behind the spacious desk, spun around in the leather chair, and pressed the button on the intercom.

"Zhou Jin, come in."

Soon, there was a knock at the office door.

Zhou Jin opened the door and walked in. He adjusted his glasses, his expression calm, but inside he was already bracing for a scolding.

After all, he'd been reporting to President Shen quite a bit over the past few days.

"President Lu, you wanted to see me?"

Lu Lin nodded.

He clasped his hands and rested his chin on them, looking at Zhou Jin.

His handsome face had an unusual coldness and seriousness.

When their eyes met, Zhou Jin's heart skipped a beat.

He could already predict what was coming.

Then he heard Lu Lin speak, his tone as serious as if he were making a major decision.

"Zhou Jin, I'll give you twenty percent of the Lu Group shares. From now on, you'll manage the Lu Group. What do you think?"

Zhou Jin was silent.

Zhou Jin fell silent.

Zhou Jin was stunned.

Zhou Jin's mind raced as he tried to make sense of those words.

Shares?

Manage the company?

Then what would he do?

Become President Shen's assistant?

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Thank you for the offer, President Lu, but I'm sorry, I can't take that role."

Lu Lin looked at him with undisguised disappointment in his eyes.

Like he was looking at a child who wouldn't measure up.

He sighed and waved his hand.

"Bring over all this month's work. Don't come to me about this later, and don't go to my brother either."

Zhou Jin immediately nodded, afraid he'd change his mind and bring up the shares again.

"Yes, President Lu."

He turned, ready to leave and sort through the mountain of documents.

"Zhou Jin."

Lu Lin's voice came from behind him again.

Zhou Jin stopped and turned around.

Lu Lin was sitting behind the desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the surface.

A smile hung on his lips—dazzlingly bright, but his eyes held no warmth.

"Go and bring Wang Chengshun here."

He paused, his tone light and offhand.

"Tell him I've been thinking about him."

Zhou Jin...

His lips twitched slightly.

But he said nothing, just nodded in response.

"Yes, President Lu."

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When Wang Chengshun was brought to the Lu Group, he was totally confused.

He was just flirting with a guy he'd met at a bar. His pants just came off when the door was kicked in with a bang.

A group of expressionless men in black suits burst in and, without a word, grabbed him and hauled him out.

Along the way, no matter what he said or asked, those bodyguards stayed silent, refusing to say a single word.

It was only when they pushed him into the Lu Group building that it hit him.

It was Lu Lin.

That madman.

After seeing the Lu Group tower, his legs felt like they were being stabbed with needles, sending cold sweat streaming down his face.

His knees, which had long been numb, seemed to remember the agony of being shattered years ago.

Head down, face pale, he sat in the wheelchair as expressionless bodyguards pushed him into the elevator.

The elevator numbers lit up one by one.

"Ding,"

They reached the top floor.

The door opened, and Wang Chengshun's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

His face was paper-pale, and his lips had lost all color.

He didn't understand. Lately, he had been very well-behaved.

He hadn't bothered Shen Qingci even a little.

Why was Lu Lin still not cutting him any slack?

They pushed the wheelchair into the CEO's office.

The door clicked shut behind him with a dull thud.

Wang Chengshun looked up and met a pair of smiling eyes that sent a chill through him.

Lu Lin was sitting behind a large desk, his hands steepled under his chin, watching him with a cheerful smile.

The smile was dazzlingly bright, but it sent a chill down Wang Chengshun's spine.

"Young Master Wang," Lu Lin spoke, his voice so gentle it made your skin crawl, "long time no see."

Wang Chengshun's legs throbbed even worse.

Instinctively, he gripped his numb knees, knuckles white from the pressure.

Beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead and trickled down his cheeks.

He glared at Lu Lin, his voice rising into a shrill mix of fear and anger.

"Lu Lin! I haven't done anything to you! What the hell do you want?!"

His eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth.

"Are you going to kill me or what?!"

Lu Lin didn't reply.

He just kept smiling at Wang Chengshun, watching his face contort with fear and resentment, without saying a word.

Then, without a word.

Wang Chengshun stared at Lu Lin, thinking that Lu Lin really was Shen Qingci's protégé; their methods of torture were practically identical.

Facing a transgressor, both of them said nothing—one would stare at you like you were already dead; the other would watch with a smile, as if deciding how to carve up his prey.

Wang Chengshun knew this was their game, but under their gaze, he couldn't stop himself from shaking all over.

Because he knew that was just the first step in their torment.

During this time, they were figuring out whether you deserved to die, and how.

After a long while, Lu Lin slowly stood up.

He came around the large desk and walked step by step toward Wang Chengshun.

His leather shoes clicked on the marble floor, crisp and rhythmic—one after another, like the countdown to death.

He looked down at Wang Chengshun in his wheelchair, that spine-chilling smile still on his lips.

He said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Young Master Wang is so well-mannered and law-abiding—how could I possibly kill you?"

He paused, tilted his head, and continued.

"The reason I called you here is simple—"

"I missed you."

Wang Chengshun stared at him intently.

His eyes were a mix of hatred and terror, making him look like a cornered animal.

But under Lu Lin's oppressive stare, he eventually dropped his head.

His posture was like a heap of mud that never saw sunlight.

His voice was hoarse and low, tinged with self-mockery and resignation.

"Mr. Lu, with your extraordinary means, why would you need a worthless nobody like me? I'm just a cripple who can't even wipe my own ass. What use could I possibly be to you?"

Lu Lin clapped his hands, his smile growing brighter.

"Young Master Wang knows his place, huh."

He paused, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"But there's a saying—'make use of waste,' right, Waste Wang?"

Wang Chengshun's teeth ground so hard they squeaked.

He wished he could tear apart the man watching him with that mocking smirk.

But winners are kings, losers are outlaws.

He lowered his head, his voice muffled as if it were being squeezed out of his chest:

"Just say what you need, Boss Lu."

Lu Lin nodded with satisfaction.

He drew the dagger he always carried and spun it around his fingers. The blade caught the light, casting a cold gleam that stung Wang Chengshun's eyes.

He spoke slowly, his tone light and dismissive:

"You've always seemed quite close to the Lu family, haven't you? So let me ask you—about the Lu family and my mother, Le Tong—"

He paused, his gaze falling on Wang Chengshun's pale face:

"How much do you know?"