{Chapter: 327 Yan Ruyue is curious!}
Yan Ruyue didn't waste any time. She looked directly at Lin Yuan, her tone filled with both urgency and curiosity as she asked, "So… how do you plan to deal with the issue with the manufacturer? And what about the model and endorser problem?"
Her beautiful eyes fixated on Lin Yuan, shining with a mix of skepticism and hope. She wanted answers—now.
But Lin Yuan simply smiled, calm as ever. His demeanor carried that familiar aura of control, as if everything was already within the palm of his hand.
"I don't intend to deal with the first two problems right away," he said, much to Yan Ruyue's surprise.
She blinked, puzzled. "You… don't?"
Lin Yuan nodded. "That's right. Although the first two problems have led to the third one, I think we should start by addressing the third issue first—the internal chaos within your company."
He leaned slightly forward, his eyes sharp and his voice steady. "What I hate the most is internal noise. A company needs unity and clarity—not backroom whispers and divided agendas. So let's deal with the internal matter first."
"Didn't the other shareholders try to pressure you into selling off stock at low prices?" he asked.
Yan Ruyue nodded, her expression hardening at the memory.
"Good. Then repurchase those shares," Lin Yuan said bluntly. "Buy back every last one. I want you to increase your holdings and take control of the Yanyue Company completely. There should only be one voice in the company—yours. A company can't have multiple captains trying to steer the ship in different directions."
Yan Ruyue fell silent, processing his words.
After a few moments of contemplation, she finally spoke. "To be honest… I don't like it either. All those shareholders breathing down my neck, questioning every decision—I find it exhausting. Their constant pressure, their lack of loyalty... it's maddening."
"But at the same time," she added thoughtfully, "if I hold too many shares and something goes wrong, I'll be the one taking the brunt of the losses. It would be too risky."
She took a deep breath, then continued, "But if you truly can solve the other two problems—the manufacturer issue and the endorsement crisis—then I'll do it. I'll buy back the shares and take full control. I'm willing to take that gamble."
What Lin Yuan was proposing wasn't just bold—it was borderline reckless by conventional business standards. Buying back shares in a time of instability meant placing all risks—and rewards—squarely on her shoulders.
But despite the risks, Yan Ruyue felt a strange sense of reassurance.
Because Lin Yuan wasn't an ordinary man. He was someone who repeatedly did the impossible.
Lin Yuan could see the hesitation in her eyes, but he also recognized the determination behind it. He smiled again, this time more warmly.
"I understand what you're saying," he replied. "But I'm not asking you to bear all the responsibility on your own. I want you to take control—not to isolate yourself, but so we can move forward without interference."
"Some of those shareholders, as you know, are problematic. They're not loyal to the company—they're loyal only to profits and political maneuvering. And frankly, they don't have your vision."
Yan Ruyue tilted her head slightly, listening more intently.
Lin Yuan continued, "Once you regain control, I want to work with you. I want to become a part of Yanyue Company—not just as an outside advisor, but as an invested partner. I want to cooperate with you, in every sense of the word."
That surprised her.
"Cooperate with me?" she echoed. "In the facial mask business? Since when did you take an interest in beauty and skincare?"
She couldn't hide her confusion. Lin Yuan had his hands in many industries—finance, medicine, tech—but she'd never once heard him mention cosmetics.
Lin Yuan chuckled. "It's not the beauty industry itself that interests me. It's the potential."
"Our cooperation will be very straightforward," he said. "I'll invest in technological upgrades, create new facial mask formulas using cutting-edge biotech and medicine knowledge, and bring in resources to elevate the product to the next level."
"I promise you, the results will be nothing short of groundbreaking. Your facial masks won't just be the pride of Jiangbei—they'll become the most sought-after skincare product in all of Kyushu. No, in the entire country. Maybe even globally."
His voice grew more commanding as he continued. "Sales will multiply. Profits will soar. And Yanyue will become a brand that women everywhere trust."
Yan Ruyue's breath caught slightly. His words were persuasive—no, compelling. The way he spoke, it didn't sound like a dream. It sounded like a promise.
"But," Lin Yuan added with a small smile, "I do have conditions."
She raised an eyebrow. "What kind of conditions?"
"I want seventy percent of the net profit and shares," he said calmly. "And I also want a say in major company decisions—especially those related to branding, product development, and partnerships."
It was a bold request—some might even say audacious.
Right now, Lin Yuan was finally revealing his hand. He wasn't just here to help. He had planned this in advance. He wanted to counter Ye Feng's secret move—to build a rival facial mask empire—and Lin Yuan was going to do it from the inside, with Yanyue. He would follow Ye Feng footsteps and create a global phenomenon just better than him.
With his investment, vision, and innovation—and Yan Ruyue's leadership—there would be no room left for Ye Feng or anyone else.
Of course, Lin Yuan had absolutely no intention of letting Ye Feng follow the same trajectory as he did in the original novel—where he successfully created the most popular facial mask brand across all of Kyushu and the world and amassed a fortune and a side harem of beauties from it.
In the original storyline, Ye Feng's success in the skincare industry was largely attributed to his exceptional medical expertise. His knowledge of traditional medicine and dermatological health allowed him to develop a unique and highly effective formula for facial masks. Consumers across the region quickly fell in love with the product due to its visible benefits, and demand skyrocketed as word of mouth spread like wildfire.
That quality and consumer trust were the core reasons behind Ye Feng's explosive success.
However, Lin Yuan didn't feel threatened by that at all. On the contrary, he was fully confident that his own medical skills far surpassed those of Ye Feng—even more so than Ye Feng's revered master.
Lin Yuan's foundation in medicine wasn't just stronger—it was deeper, broader, and more divine. He had acquired extensive knowledge, honed his techniques through both study and practice, and possessed an intuitive grasp of formulas that few could match. He wasn't just a contender in this field; he was a God waiting to seize the stage.
Yes, Ye Feng had medical skills and a bit of the protagonist's luck working in his favor.
But Lin Yuan?
He had something better: overwhelming advantages on every front.
First, his medical knowledge was not only more advanced—it was cutting-edge. Any mask formula he developed would outperform Ye Feng's in quality, safety, and efficacy.
Second, his financial strength dwarfed that of Ye Feng. If it came down to a spending war—marketing, R&D, or production—Lin Yuan could burn through cash like an oil tycoon and still come out on top.
Third, he had an enviable network of allies and resources. The Lin family's vast influence, the prestige of the Yan family, and the personal relationships he had cultivated gave him leverage in every corner of the industry.
Ye Feng's resources, on the other hand, were limited. It was uncertain whether the Chen family would truly back him to the end. In the original timeline, Ye Feng gained support only after achieving certain milestones. People helped him because he became powerful—not the other way around.
But Lin Yuan's position was fundamentally different.
If he wanted to do something, the Lin family could make it happen without hesitation.
He didn't need to become powerful to get support. He already was too powerful.
So, in terms of technological innovation, investment capital, and social connections, Lin Yuan stood at the summit. He had all the tools necessary to crush Ye Feng's ambitions in the facial mask industry and claim the wealth that had originally been destined for someone else.
When Lin Yuan voiced his ambitious proposal to Yan Ruyue, she was momentarily stunned. His words came so suddenly, like a thunderbolt on a clear day.
He spoke of turning her struggling business around, of multiplying profits by dozens of times, and of elevating her brand—Yanyue—not just within Jiangbei, but across all of Kyushu and eventually, to international markets.
The confidence in his voice was nearly overwhelming.
His words were bold—audacious, even. They carried the kind of domineering air one would expect from a king preparing to expand his empire.
If anyone else had spoken such words, Yan Ruyue would have simply dismissed them as hollow bravado. After all, she had built Yanyue Company with her own two hands. She had fought hard for its position in the market. She wouldn't just believe the sweet talk of a stranger.
But Lin Yuan was different.
He held a special place in her heart—and not just romantically. Every business venture he had touched so far had turned to gold. He had never failed. Not once.
It felt as though success naturally followed him, as if the world conspired to help him achieve his goals.
So after a moment of hesitation, Yan Ruyue began to seriously consider his words. She reflected on the current crisis her company was facing and tried to read between the lines of what Lin Yuan had proposed.
If what he said was true—if he could truly solve her company's problems and make the brand flourish—then sharing 70% of the profit and the shares didn't sound so unreasonable.
After all, Lin Yuan wouldn't just be investing capital. He would provide the revolutionary technology, the improved formula, and the branding strategy needed to make the product go viral. He was asking to use her brand, yes—but he was offering the key to its salvation.
Considering the magnitude of the crisis Yanyue was facing, and the immense risk of total collapse, Lin Yuan's offer actually seemed like a blessing in disguise.
Of course, everything would hinge on whether he could deliver on his promises.
If he could, Yan Ruyue would earn far more than she ever imagined.
If he couldn't, the company would collapse—and the damage would be irreparable.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Yan Ruyue glanced up at Lin Yuan—and was met with his calm, relaxed gaze. He looked at her with a gentle smile, his face free of tension, as if the bold and arrogant words he had just spoken were nothing more than a casual observation.
There was no pressure in his eyes. No anxiety. No uncertainty.
Only quiet, unshakable confidence.
A confidence that seemed to be etched into his very bones.
Yan Ruyue realized in that moment that Lin Yuan wasn't boasting.
He was simply stating the inevitable.