Chapter 4
The second major reason why this family wasn't normal…
…was the old man standing in front of him.
To others, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary elderly man.
But Ansh knew better.
That man was anything but normal.
As far as Ansh knew, the old man had already been serving the family as a butler back when his grandfather was still alive.
He had been one of the most trusted people in both his grandfather's and his father's lives.
Which meant—
He should be well over sixty years old.
And yet, he looked like he was in his fifties.
Not just in appearance, but in vitality.
His body was strong. His posture firm.
While most people his age required support just to walk, this man could run effortlessly.
In fact, he could even rival some of the fastest people in the world.
Ansh knew this very well.
Because he had experienced it himself.
Back when he was younger and full of confidence, he had challenged the old man to a fight.
He thought it would be a good way to test himself… maybe even loosen his muscles a bit.
But that decision—
…was the worst mistake of both his lives.
That day, Ansh truly understood what it meant to be a living punching bag.
He was beaten black and blue by the old man.
There was no way for him to block the attacks… no way to dodge them… and certainly no chance to counterattack.
The old man's movements were terrifyingly fast and smooth.
Before Ansh could even react—before he could even see where the next strike was coming from—the attack would already be just inches away from his body.
There was no time to think.
No time to defend.
It was absolute dominance.
Worse still, the old man showed no mercy.
He didn't even give Ansh a single moment to admit defeat.
Blow after blow rained down on him without pause.
Ansh could only endure it—helplessly watching himself being beaten, his body screaming in pain, yet unable to even cry properly.
The old man only stopped when Ansh could no longer move a single muscle.
When his body had completely given up.
That night, Ansh lay in bed, broken and battered.
It took him three full days just to recover enough to stand up and walk like a normal person again.
When his father returned the next day, Ansh felt a surge of hope.
Finally… justice.
He told his father everything.
Every punch. Every moment of humiliation.
He expected anger.
He expected punishment for the old man.
But his father's response shattered him.
"Oh… at least your bones are intact," his father said casually.
"Take this as a lesson. Don't pick fights you can't handle."
And with that, he simply patted Ansh on the shoulder and walked away.
That moment…
felt like an invisible arrow piercing straight through his heart.
That was the day Ansh learned a harsh truth—
There was no such thing as justice in this world.
What he didn't know…
…was that his father had been the one to give the order.
The old man hadn't acted on his own.
He had simply carried out his master's command.
If Ansh had known the truth back then—
He might have exploded with anger.
From that day onward, Ansh hated the old man to his very core.
And yet…
he also respected him.
Because after his father's death, the old man could have easily taken everything.
The company.
The mansion.
The entire fortune.
No one could have stopped him.
But he didn't.
Instead, he remained loyal to the family and continued to serve Ansh with unwavering sincerity.
In fact, within the company, Ansh was the largest shareholder—
and the second-largest shareholder…
was the old man himself.
This was because Ansh's grandfather had given a portion of his shares to him.
Why he did that, Ansh never understood.
But in the end… it helped him immensely.
After his father's death, the company had suffered a severe drop in the stock market.
Many shareholders panicked.
Those with influence within the company began pushing for the release of more shares to raise funds and stabilize the business.
But their real target…
was Ansh.
As the sole heir, he had inherited his father's entire shareholding.
If they could force him to sell even a portion of it, they could weaken his control over the company.
Their goal was simple—
To take control.
When his grandfather and father were alive, they held the majority of shares.
They were the ultimate decision-makers.
Without their approval, no major decision could be made.
But now…
things were different.
Ansh was young.
In their eyes, inexperienced.
Easy to manipulate.
They believed they could pressure him into selling his shares…
and take the company for themselves.
But now, they finally had their chance.
A chance to weaken him.
By forcing him to sell his shares, they could strip him of his authority and take control of the company.
And Ansh…
had no immediate way to counter them.
In their eyes, he was nothing more than a 23-year-old with no real experience in running a company.
Someone immature.
Someone unfit to lead.
Even though Ansh knew that assumption was completely false.
Thanks to the knowledge and experience from his previous life, he understood business far better than any of them.
In fact, compared to this world's relatively underdeveloped economic system, his understanding gave him an overwhelming advantage.
But knowledge alone wasn't enough.
He knew he couldn't convince them.
No matter what he said, they wouldn't believe him.
Which left him with only two choices.
First—give in.
Sell his shares, satisfy the shareholders, and allow the company to stabilize temporarily.
But in doing so, he would lose his authority… and eventually, the company itself.
Second—refuse.
Stand his ground and deny their demands completely.
But that would result in the shareholders losing confidence in him.
They would withdraw their investments, causing the company's situation to worsen even further.
Either way…
he would lose.
Luckily, things didn't reach that point.
Before any final decision could be made, the old man stepped in.
Along with a few supporting shareholders, he argued that such a major decision shouldn't be rushed.
He insisted that Ansh should be given time—at least one year—to stabilize the company before any shares were sold.
As the second-largest shareholder, his words carried significant weight.
With several others backing him, the opposing side was forced to step back and consider his proposal.
However, they didn't agree easily.
"One year is too long," they argued.
"The company doesn't have that much time."
But the old man didn't budge.
Not even an inch.
The meeting reached a deadlock.
Neither side was willing to compromise
In the end, Ansh made a final concession.
"Six months," he declared.
"Give him six months. If the company fails to stabilize within that time… I will personally sell my shares."
That statement changed everything.
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