Who can stop this pace of making money?

"Lin Dong, Mr. Lin? What's wrong?"

Seeing Lin Dong's smug grin, Ling Xiaoxiao secretly scoffed. Speechless, even martial arts masters are this greedy.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I suddenly remembered a five-character poem, a prophetic poem that my master told me ten years ago. I felt that fate really plays tricks on people, so I couldn't help but laugh."

Lin Dong stopped grinning sheepishly and started making things up.

"Your master? May I ask which school of master you, Brother Lin? Does your master have a name?"

Upon hearing Lin Dong mention his sect, Nie Yongchun became very interested. He couldn't quite fathom the young man's strength, but to be able to teach such a prodigy as his disciple, his master must be no nobody.

"I am truly sorry, but my master's dignity dictates that his name must not be made public before his passing."

Lin Dong straightened his expression and said, feigning seriousness:

"The prophetic poem that Master mentioned ten years ago is related to Yangjiaji. Because it was so strange, I have kept it in mind ever since."

What prophetic poem is it?

Ling Xiaoxiao's intense curiosity was piqued.

The Yangjiaji large-scale real estate development project is the largest real estate business that the Ling family has invested in this year, so they cannot easily let go of any information about it.

"You really want to hear it?"

Lin Dong stared at her with a half-smile.

"Yes."

Ling Xiaoxiao blushed under his gaze and responded softly.

Listen carefully, this poem is:

[After ten years in Han City, I encountered danger and reaped unexpected wealth; if you see Yangjiaji, disaster is sure to follow.]

Lin Dong closed his eyes slightly and read aloud. The so-called mysterious master was, of course, something he had made up in a moment of inspiration.

With a reclusive master as his backer, people in the martial arts world will naturally have to think twice before dealing with him in the future, and the source of his terrifying martial arts strength can also be explained.

As for the master's prophecy, that's bullshit. Lin Dong made it up on the spot, just spouting nonsense.

However, the content of the prophecy was true, because Lin Dong, who knew the future, knew:

Yangjiaji is a place you mustn't mess with; it will lead to disaster, and whoever touches it will lose everything.

In the news reports of my previous life, it seems that the Ling family took over the Yangjiaji project, which resulted in a direct loss of more than 5 billion yuan, causing them serious damage.

Considering that your Ling family contributed 200 million in black gold wealth, I'll kindly enlighten you this once.

"What prophetic poem? It's alarmist and utterly nonsensical! Humph! Xiaoxiao, don't believe this kid's nonsense."

Ling Feifan was truly enraged this time. Lin Dong, that brat, had extorted two hundred million from the Ling family and was still not satisfied.

Now, he's even planning to interfere with their development of the Yangjiaji project. This guy is truly ambitious and treacherous. What exactly is he up to?

“Miss Ling, I’m giving you the prophecy, but I cannot accept the position of worship. I’m still young and don’t like being constrained… I’m sorry, here’s the two hundred million back.”

Lin Dong returned the check in his hand:

"As for the two hundred million that Han the Cripple owes me, it's simple, I can pay it back in installments. Their E Xinglian worked for me for free for 10 years, so this debt can be wiped clean."