They Cut Me Out of the Profit Sharing, So I'll Ruin Their Hot Pot Business

The hot pot restaurant I started with my father-in-law made a net profit of 4.5 million. Each of my three brothers-in-law took home 1.5 million.

And I got nothing.

"You're the most capable one. You don't need that little bit of money," my father-in-law said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

My eldest brother-in-law chimed in from the side:

"Exactly. Your family is better off than ours. We three are poor, so it's only right that we get a little more."

I smiled and nodded without saying a word.

The next day, I went to the factory that made our hot pot base.

I was the one who had provided all the restaurant's working capital and kept its hot pot base supply going.

The factory manager asked me, "Are you sure you want to pull everything out?"

I replied with certainty, "Yes."