53: Chapter 53 Shares in Hand! Old Master Su Personally Endorses His Grandson-in-Law

Founder Su Zhenguo froze for a moment, then a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"This kid... what a clever tactic."

It looked like laziness, but in reality, he was offloading the most exhausting work while keeping the core power and technology in his own hands. Chen Shuyu was Su Qingxue's best friend; by using her, he was effectively binding Su Qingxue to this factory as well.

"Good! Since you recommend her, then it's settled!" Founder Su Zhenguo slammed his hand on the table, giving no one a chance to object.

The surrounding Su family relatives were not just bleeding in their hearts at this moment; they were hemorrhaging.

Not only had Lu Li ascended to the top in one leap, but he had also casually tossed the CEO position of a top-tier factory to a mere secretary as if it were trash?

This kind of disregard for power, this posture of casually manipulating the currents, was a hundred times more arrogant than simply becoming the CEO!

"Let's go. To the study."

Founder Su Zhenguo grabbed Lu Li's arm, his tone filled with an unquestionable urgency.

"Tell me all about that so-called 'civilian scientific team' of yours, and the drive logic of this Robot."

Lu Li looked into Elder Su's piercing eyes and sighed inwardly.

The factory was secured, and the talent pool and supply chain channels were about to be opened up.

My Robot factory was finally about to start construction.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the banquet hall.

Chen Shuyu's hands trembled as she sent one last message to Qin Ya:

"Ya Ya... Lu Li just... stuffed a factory worth billions into my hands. I feel like I'm going to go from being Qingxue's secretary to becoming his tool..."

...

"Bang—" As Lu Li and Elder Su walked into the study.

The heavy solid wood door shut out the clamor of the banquet hall, pinning Wang Xiulan's astonishment in place.

She stood frozen, the scene from just moments ago replaying in her mind:

Her son-in-law, Lu Li—whom she had spent two years cursing as a loser—had actually been welcomed into the study, the core of the Su family's power, by her father-in-law, Founder Su Zhenguo, who usually looked down on everyone.

The atmosphere around her had already changed.

The collateral relatives who had been mocking Su Qingxue just a moment ago were now crowding around her, their obsequious flattery rising one after another:

"Qingxue, you're so lucky! This is a hidden dragon in the abyss!"

"A true master hides their brilliance; you really know how to pick a husband!"

Wang Xiulan tried to push her way in, only to find herself completely marginalized.

The gazes that used to fawn over her were now filled only with scrutiny and pity, making her cheeks burn with pain.

Countless fragments flooded back uncontrollably—her cursing Lu Li for having no future, urging her daughter to divorce him, and even yesterday, being certain that the Guanghui Mobile launch event was a script her daughter had set up for him.

But that Robot, moving so fast it left afterimages; the micro-motor technology that had caused Founder Su Zhenguo to lose his composure; the mechanical factory and shares worth billions given away as if they were nothing... could this all be a script too?

"Young Mistress." The old butler's steady voice broke the chaos.

"The Master intends to have an all-night conversation with the Young Master-in-law to discuss the group's technical direction. You and the eldest young lady should rest easy and stay the night."

He enunciated the words "Young Master-in-law" with distinct clarity.

The last string of "common sense" in Wang Xiulan's mind snapped. She slumped onto the sofa in the corner, dazed and dejected, and trembling, she clicked on the replay of the press conference.

When Lu Li calmly announced the "Guardian Mode" from the center of the stage, promising to purchase million-dollar accident insurance for grassroots delivery riders, she finally understood the sharp glint in Founder Su Zhenguo's eyes at that time, and she finally understood the "vision" she had previously scoffed at.

Regret engulfed her like cold seawater.

She had thought Lu Li was a blood-sucking leech, not realizing he was the sky for her daughter to soar in; she thought she was planning for her daughter's future, but in reality, she had been breaking her wings all along.

The scalding liquid seeping between her fingers was her late-coming remorse.

It was unknown how much time had passed when the study door creaked open.

Founder Su Zhenguo emerged, beaming, holding Lu Li's arm, and sternly ordered the old butler:

"Summon all directors and factory managers tomorrow morning! Announce that Lu Li holds a 35% stake in Su Precision Machinery and is appointed as the sole Technical Director!"

As his words fell, shock flashed in Su Qingxue's eyes, but Lu Li merely nodded calmly.

He walked slowly toward Wang Xiulan, who was curled up in the corner, and picked up a tissue to hand to her.

"Mom, it's late. Don't think too much."

His voice was calm and ripple-free, carrying a hint of the languor that comes after a long conversation.

Wang Xiulan looked up, her eyes blurred with tears, but what she saw was not mockery or triumph, only a profound sense of calm.

She bit her lip hard, tears pouring out, but she couldn't say a single word.

Lu Li sighed inwardly.

Having seen the coldness and warmth of human relationships in his past life, he understood Wang Xiulan's vanity and snobbery, but he also understood that, ultimately, she only wanted the best for her daughter. That was all.