This pitying look infuriated Lin Haoran; people he looked down on dared to pity him.
Unfortunately, these workers from the secondhand recycling company were tall and strong, so Lin Haoran didn't dare to talk back. He obediently stood up and walked out of the meeting room.
One of them even comforted him, saying, "Brother, it's okay. At worst, we can start over!"
Lin Haoran walked into the president's office. The spacious office, where there used to be tables, chairs, bookshelves, and sofas, was now empty, with various unwanted documents scattered haphazardly.
Lin Haoran had nowhere to vent his anger, so he kicked the documents on the ground a few times, making hissing noises as he unleashed his impotent rage.
Suddenly, a paternity test report came into view.
He crouched down and picked up the report—the paternity test done before picking Lin An up from school. He stared at the report, his eyes flashing with undisguised malice, muttering to himself:
"Lin An, I'm your father, why don't you listen to me?"
"Since I could give birth to you, I can also destroy you!"
Lin Hao then regretted giving birth to Lin An, regretted bringing him home, and regretted giving him the opportunity to go to the big city. He should have stayed in the countryside to live a life of idleness and waiting to die.
When Lin Haoran was a child, he loved watching the Investiture of the Gods. Back then, from a child's perspective, the story he found most annoying was Nezha's Conquest of the Dragon King. Nezha returned his bones to his father and his flesh to his mother, and was reforged from lotus roots. When Li Jing saw him again, he even called him a rebellious son, saying, "You were born of me, so your life belongs to me." It was his mother who gave birth to Nezha, and his master who raised him, yet Li Jing dared to try to control Nezha's entire life.
Now that Lin Haoran is old, from a father's perspective, what bothers him most is the story of Nezha. Since his parents gave Nezha a life, that's a debt he can never repay. With thousands of years of cultural heritage, why does Nezha have to challenge the authority of his father? What's most hateful is that he rides on the Wind Fire Wheels and wields the Universe Ring, gaining power and then shouting for battle at Li Jing, scaring his father so much that he can only protect himself by holding up a pagoda.
Lin Haoran himself couldn't remember when his state of mind had changed.
He carefully searched through the pile of documents and found an old paternity test report. A look of relief appeared on his face as he comforted himself, telling himself that hardship is only temporary and that as long as there is life, there is hope.
This report proved his unbreakable blood relationship with Lin Zhe. He used to be afraid to keep this report at home, but now he's not afraid of anything anymore.
He carefully placed the report in his briefcase and prepared to go home.
The day had been too long, and Lin Haoran was exhausted. All he wanted to do was go home, lie on his rosewood bed, and sleep, leaving the troubles behind for tomorrow.
......
June in Haishi was unbearably hot and humid. Zhang Wanru, with Lin Rou, walked around the market under the scorching sun, sweating profusely. Indeed, no merchant was willing to offer more than 300,000 yuan for this rosewood bed.
They sold the rosewood furniture to a shop specializing in rosewood for over 600,000 yuan. Including the paintings and ornaments, they sold them for over 200,000 yuan, for a total of 900,000 yuan.
Now all that's left is this rosewood bed. Zhang Wanru wants to prove herself and sell it cheaply. One seller is willing to offer 270,000 yuan, which is acceptable.
Lin Rou, however, thought it was wrong to do that. She thought it was crazy to waste 50,000 yuan at a time like this just to spite someone.
She tried her best to persuade Zhang Wanru: "Mom, let's go back and sell it to that sissy. We can get an extra 50,000 yuan."
"So what if it's 50,000 yuan? Isn't my reputation worth 50,000 yuan?"
"Mom, there's no need for you to get angry. We've already lost face so much, it won't make a difference. Besides, Dad went bankrupt, and at your age, no one will hire you if you go out to work. We need to think about our future."
Zhang Wanru snorted and remained silent. It was Lin Haoran who went bankrupt, not her. She was completely different from her good-for-nothing husband. She had an eye for investment and had already invested all her savings in P2P financial products with an annual interest rate of 20%. She could earn tens of millions in interest in a year.
If it weren't for the requirement that money in investments cannot be withdrawn before the end of the year, she wouldn't have bothered selling this piece of old furniture in order to make a good living in the second half of the year.
Lin Rou was different; she only had tens of thousands of yuan and a few cheap bags, so she valued this 50,000 yuan very much.
"Mom, do you know that someone as young as me with little work experience can only earn a few thousand yuan a month if I go out to find a job? Fifty thousand yuan is enough for me to earn for more than half a year. Things are different now, and this money absolutely cannot be wasted."
"Here's what we'll do, I'll go talk to that sissy, you stay here and don't say a word."
"Okay, okay." Zhang Wanru thought about their life in the second half of the year, and that having more money was always good, so she agreed.
The mother and daughter then returned to the shop where Tong Jun worked.
Tong Jun sat leisurely in the armchair. After drinking three cups of tea, the Lin family mother and daughter returned, just as he had expected.
The sales assistant exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, they're really back!"
Tong Jun smiled slightly: "What did I tell you? They'll definitely have to come back and beg me."
Lin Rou, pulling Zhang Wanru along, braced herself and walked into the store under Tong Jun's watchful gaze.
She let out a soft breath and said coldly, "Hey, you just said you wanted that rosewood bed for 320,000, is that true?"
Tong Jun arrogantly raised her chin and pointed at Lin Rou, shrilly, "Hey, who is it? Who's 'hey'?"
Lin Rou knew the other party was picking a fight, but for money, face didn't matter. She suppressed her anger and spoke politely:
"Excuse me, sir, are you still buying a bed?"
Seeing Lin Rou's exasperated yet helpless demeanor, feigning politeness, Tong Jun felt extremely pleased: "Buy it, 320,000, you'll have to beg me!"
Lin Rou opened her mouth and swallowed hard. You buy, I sell, such a fair thing, why do I have to beg you? If it were before, she would definitely have spat in the other person's face.
When the Lin family was at its peak, Lin Rou would go shopping in stores and act extremely bossy. If a shop assistant did not do what she wanted, she would complain and cause the assistant to lose her job. She seemed to have forgotten what kind of person she used to be and only felt that Tong Jun in front of her was very rude.
Tong Jun wasn't usually such an unreasonable person. He didn't like to use money to pressure people, but Lin Rou called him a sissy.
Zhang Wanru, who was listening from behind, was furious and grabbed Lin Rou, trying to leave: "It's just money, let's forget about it and go!"
Lin Rou was furious. She was more annoyed with Zhang Wanru than with Tong Jun. It was like a well-fed dog trying to stop another dog from eating shit. Didn't she know shit was hard to eat? But money was hard to earn.
Lin Rou shook off Zhang Wanru's hand, gesturing for her to go aside, and said, "I'll show you how to beg for help."
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