Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ding Yan was anxious. If the company was really sold, the Ding family would have nothing left.

What was going on this year? It felt like the company couldn’t escape its fate of being sold.

First, it was the Bai family, and now the Guinness Company from Country M.

No matter what, the Ding family’s company couldn’t be sold.

Ding Yan furrowed his brow. In the end, he had to turn to Bai Hanmo—it would be better to sell the company to the Bai family than to Guinness.

“Even if I’m no longer the chairman, I’m still a major shareholder. I don’t agree to sell the company,” Ding Yan said through gritted teeth. “Even if you want revenge on me, don’t joke around with the company. There are so many employees here.”

“Those employees need to support their families. The company supports so many people—there has to be a limit to this reckless behavior,” Ding Yan continued.

Mother Ding replied indifferently, “The company’s just getting a new owner, nothing else changes. Besides, without this company, there are other opportunities. Talented people are always needed.”

“Don’t use this righteous excuse, pretending to care,” Mother Ding sneered.

A man who didn’t even care about his own family couldn’t possibly care about others. Using the employees as an excuse—how disgusting.

“You…you…” Ding Yan was so furious that he pointed a trembling finger at her, but finally snorted coldly and stormed out.

Mother Ding watched him leave and tsked. Ding Yan really was a coward.

Ding Yan immediately tried contacting Ding Ningdie, but her phone was unreachable.

He couldn’t get through at all.

Ding Yan was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged—his head felt like it was going to explode.

He went straight upstairs and found Ji Lu looking at herself in the mirror. The tag was still on her clothes—clearly, she had bought new ones again.

Would this woman die if she went a day without buying clothes!?

He grabbed Ji Lu’s arm and snapped, “Call your daughter, now!”

“What’s going on?” Ji Lu asked, confused. “Why should I call Ningdie?”

“I told you to call her, so just call!” Ding Yan said impatiently.

Ji Lu didn’t dare resist. She obediently pulled out her phone and called Ding Ningdie.

Ding Yan couldn’t reach Ningdie, but Ji Lu could.

Ding Yan: …

Damn, had he been blacklisted?

For the first time, Ding Yan realized that his obedient, charming daughter had a rebellious side.

He had never noticed it before—he had always thought of her as a delicate, weak girl who needed his protection.

Facing her now, he couldn’t help but soften his tone, afraid of scaring her.

But suddenly, Ding Ningdie made Ding Yan feel wary.

He even started imagining scenarios where his son-in-law and daughter were plotting to take over the Ding family.

“What should I say?” Ji Lu asked Ding Yan quietly.

Ding Yan snatched the phone from her and said, “It’s your father. Your aunt is going to sell the company, and she’s going to get a lot of money. Our family will go bankrupt. Your mother and I will be on the streets.” ȒÃNОᛒËs̩

“This needs to be handled, or I won’t agree to your marriage with Bai Hanmo,” Ding Yan ordered, then hung up the phone and tossed it back to Ji Lu.

He grabbed the tag on Ji Lu’s clothes and snapped, “Can you do anything besides shop?

“In the future, you won’t have any money to buy things. The company’s about to collapse. If you don’t get your daughter to help, prepare to go bankrupt.”

The thought of bankruptcy made Ding Yan uncomfortable—he was about to become bankrupt himself.

Even though Ji Lu didn’t know exactly what was going on, she could tell from Ding Yan’s expression that something big had happened.

After all, she’d been with Ding Yan for years and knew his moods well enough.