The Lin family listened quietly to Zhou Ya's phone call, not daring to breathe.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Ya leaned close to Zhou Shengren's ear:
"Dad, Lin An said he has severed ties with the Lin family."
"What?"
"He is now..."
"Then let's go there now."
Zhou Shengren's expression was grave: "President Lin, it seems I've come to the wrong place. Farewell!"
Zhou Ya helped him up and walked outside.
Lin Haoran sensed something was wrong: "President Zhou, there must be some misunderstanding. How could you possibly be looking for Lin An? He's just a country bumpkin with no manners."
Zhou Shengren couldn't understand what kind of person would evaluate their own blood relative's child in this way:
"Is Lin An your biological son?"
"Yes, but Mr. Zhou, you don't know this, that child is particularly unruly, and I'm afraid he might offend you."
"Don't bother with that," Zhou Shengren said coldly.
Lin Haoran was so frightened that he dared not reply.
The Lin family could only watch helplessly as their own god of wealth departed.
The black Bentley started and drove towards the ramen shop.
Having worked at the company for many years, Lin Wan was calm and collected, and immediately drove after them.
"Honey, is President Zhou angry? Will it affect the company?" Zhang Wanru asked anxiously, as she had a lot of questions.
Lin Haoran was inwardly agitated: "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? It's all your fault for having such a good son, how did he end up involving President Zhou?"
Lin Wei tasted the imported fruit prepared for the distinguished guest, her voice muffled: "I heard from President Zhou that Lin An saved him, which is a good thing."
If this good thing happens to Lin An, who has severed ties with the family, it might turn into a bad thing for the Lin family.
"Eat, eat, all you do is eat. If you weren't so talkative, this good thing would have been Xiao Zhe's." Second sister Lin Rou reached out and took the fruit plate.
"Sisters, don't argue over me. It's all my fault for being incompetent and failing to find a chance to save President Zhou." Lin Zhe said, looking aggrieved.
Zhang Wanru reluctantly pulled his hand away: "How can you blame yourself? My dear child, who could possibly know where President Zhou is missing?"
Third Sister Lin Xia's eyes were filled with resentment; the thought of Lin An from the countryside made her angry.
"Exactly, this is too strange. How could Lin An know about this? He must have used some underhanded means, or he just happened to be lucky and fooled the Zhou family."
At noon, the ramen restaurant was bustling with business. The restaurant, which was over 100 square meters, was packed with people, most of whom were local residents who lived and worked nearby.
A black Bentley parked in the parking space in front of the ramen shop attracted the attention of many diners:
"Wow, now even rich people like to eat at small restaurants?"
"Let's try something new."
"That's right, this is a century-old restaurant with authentic flavors. Even rich people have to eat grains to survive."
Zhou Ya helped Zhou Shengren into the noodle shop, where a staff member quickly recognized Mr. Zhou, who had appeared on the wealth list, and took out his phone to compare the photos with news photos.
"Brother Leng, this person looks like Zhou Shengren, the CEO of the Zhou Group."
"You've got the wrong idea. Do you think my noodles have reached such a high level that even a big boss with a limp would come to eat them?" Leng Feng joked.
A waiter approached and asked, "How many of you are there? What kind of noodles would you like?"
"Excuse me, I'm not here for noodles, I'm looking for someone."
Who are you looking for?
"Lin An".
The shop assistant and Lin An had worked together before and knew each other well: "Are you looking for him? He's in the back..."
Before he could finish speaking, Leng Feng covered his mouth. Leng Feng, thinking that Lin An had been hiding here recently, was afraid that he had offended some important person, and his eyes were full of vigilance: "What do you want with him?"
“My father wants to thank him in person, so you don’t need to be nervous.”
Zhou Ya handed Leng Feng a pure gold business card; Zhou Shengren had always liked extravagant things.
This sparked a discussion among the diners: "Is that business card gold?"
"It might be brass."
"It looks like pure gold."
"Hey, if I could get one, I'd be all set."
Leng Feng examined the business card carefully, confirming that the person on the other end was Zhou Shengren, the CEO of the Zhou Group: "Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry, Xiao Zhang, please go and call Lin An out."
Leng Feng discussed with the guests and gave up a small table for Zhou Shengren to sit down first.
The diners were all waiting to see who Lin An was, and they ate their noodles very slowly.
Lin An was still doing practice problems before Xiao Zhang called him out. There was no air conditioning in the storage room, and on this rainy winter day, his face was pale and his hands were red from the cold.
"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I am Lin An."
Zhou Shengren sized up the boy in front of him. He was wearing a faded school uniform, thin but with a heroic air about him. He had well-defined features, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and especially a kind of unyielding determination in his eyes, which was what Zhou admired most.
Zhou Shengren nodded in satisfaction: "Hello, young man, thank you for saving me."
Lin An had never experienced being thanked in front of a crowd before, and felt a little shy: "It's nothing, it's what I should do."
How did you know my location?
"Just consider it something I learned in a dream." Of course, he couldn't say that he had been reborn.
Zhou Shengren was puzzled, thinking that he might have met a master, so he didn't press the matter further and signaled Secretary Zhao to bring the thank-you money.
Secretary Zhao was carrying a briefcase, which looked quite heavy as it hung down from his arm.
The noodle shop's small table was completely filled with a briefcase. When Secretary Zhao opened the briefcase, it drew gasps from the diners. Pink banknotes, neatly stacked, totaled two million yuan in cash.
"My God, is that real money?"
"I've never seen so much money before."
"Who is this kid?"
"Judging from his school uniform, he should be a student from No. 12 Middle School."
"What kind of student is this, so amazing..."
The diners, who had been whispering among themselves, could no longer contain their excitement upon seeing the two million and began to discuss it loudly.
Zhou Ya felt a little embarrassed and lowered her head to avoid everyone's gaze. She could have transferred the money via mobile phone, but her father preferred this ostentatious way.
Lin Wan circled around several times before finally finding President Zhou's car at the noodle shop. As soon as she entered, she saw this scene: Zhou Shengren pushed a box of money to Lin An.
"This is a thank-you gift, please accept it."
“Mr. Zhou, this is too much. The reward notice says 50,000, so just give me 50,000.” Lin An was not a greedy person; he only wanted his share.
"Fifty thousand? You're underestimating my life, Zhou Shengren. If you're willing to be friends with me, then take it."
Seeing his unyielding expression, Lin An had no choice but to accept: "I'm willing to be your friend. I'll keep the money for now, and I hope I can do something for you in the future."
Zhou Shengren laughed: "That's right, you're my savior. If you ever need anything, just let me know."
He pushed Zhou Ya forward: "This is my youngest daughter, Zhou Ya. You are about the same age. Keep in touch."
Lin An looked up at Zhou Ya, a stunningly beautiful woman whose charming face was flushed. Lin An didn't dare to look at her for long and turned his gaze to Zhou Shengren: "Thank you, President Zhou."
"Don't call me President Zhou, call me Uncle from now on."
"Yes, Uncle Zhou."
The ramen shop was too noisy, so Zhou Ya reminded her father, "Dad, it's time to go back to the hospital to change your dressing. Let's have a proper get-together with Lin An when it's convenient later."
"Okay, Lin An, whenever is convenient for you? The Zhou family welcomes you anytime."
Lin An helped him into the Bentley. Before Zhou Ya got in, she called out to Lin An, "Lin An, I sent you a WeChat friend request. Let's keep in touch."
Leng Feng guarded Lin An's two million, fearing that someone would steal it.
The customers in the shop were the same group that came in when Mr. Zhou came in. Even though the noodle soup had gone cold, they refused to leave and were discussing the boy's background. No matter what his background was, as long as he got involved with Zhou Shengren, his future would be bright.
The Bentley drove away, and the older sister, Lin, stopped the boy earlier that evening.
"Lin An"
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