"You're the loser!" Jiang Ruoyi shouted angrily. "You're not even as good as scum! You're not even as good as Brother Lin's toes!"
"What did you say? Say it again?!" Li Zhiyuan was furious and immediately raised his hand to slap him.
Snap!
A large, thick bag, arriving late but arriving first, slapped directly across his face.
Li Zhiyuan covered his face, incredulous. "You, you dare to hit me?"
Bang!
Lin Yu kicked Li Zhiyuan again, this time directly in the chest. Li Zhiyuan flew backward and crashed into the table behind him.
Boom!
Lin Yu said calmly to the manager, "Tell your boss that this bastard will pay for this table!"
The manager nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes! Of course, Mr. Lin, you can't be the one to pay for it!"
"Kid, you're fucking asking for it..."
Just as Li Zhiyuan was about to get up, a foot stepped on his crotch, and he immediately stopped talking.
He chickened out.
For a man, his most important thing is his manhood, and the happiest things in his life come from his little baby.
If the baby is gone, what's the point of his life?
He hurriedly begged for forgiveness, "Brother, don't be impulsive, I was wrong!"
Lin Yu lightly stomped his foot, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Big stuff, but big ambitions. You want to play with everyone! Why not just give it up?"
"No, no, no!" Li Zhiyuan was almost crying. "Brother Lin, no, Master Lin, just name your price, whatever it is, I'll agree to it! I just beg you to have mercy on me!"
His idea was to save his manhood first, and deal with the kid later!
Lin Yu naturally saw through his thoughts perfectly, but he didn't care at all. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Your reminder has actually reminded me of something! Medical expenses are too high now, and many ordinary people can't afford to see a doctor. I'm planning to build a charitable TCM hospital, and I'll have you rich and heartless guys foot the bill!"
"How about you put up five billion first? That's not much, is it?"
Lin Yu only recently came up with this idea, firstly to help poor patients like Wang Fang, and secondly to promote traditional Chinese medicine culture.
"five……"
When Li Zhiyuan heard this number, he felt like vomiting blood.
Damn it!
Five billion isn't enough?
Do you think money grows on trees?
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