Chapter 499 Typhoon
Hong Kong-style Mid-Levels, the cigar reception study on the second floor of the Zhong family.
Zhong Jiasheng had no intention of introducing his father to Lin Yan directly, but his father was quite busy and was not at home on weekends.
There have been too many people visiting the Zhong family recently, most of them trying to curry favor with them.
Wait for the servant to bring tea, then close the door and leave.
Lin Yancai smiled and greeted, "Jiasheng, I've been busy at home recently and haven't had time to visit you.
How is your recovery going?"
Judging from his muscular physique and cold facial features, there is no sign of illness at all, nor is he thin from not eating or drinking for a week. The person who was hospitalized for poisoning and critically ill was definitely not the Zhong Jiasheng in front of him.
Although he knew it well, Lin Yan still had to show his attitude.
Zhong Jiasheng glanced at him calmly, tilted his chin slightly, and blew out a smoke ring. "Not bad, but sometimes I feel a little bored."
"Oh?" Lin Yan said with a slight hesitation, then said frankly, "It seems that my body has not recovered yet and needs to be slowly recuperated. Is there any nourishing soup you want to drink recently?"
A calculating gleam flashed across Zhong Jiasheng's eyes, and he raised the corner of his mouth and asked back, "What kind of tonic soup do you think I should drink?"
"Weren't you looking for a piece of land some time ago? There are several good plots of land being auctioned recently."
Lin Yan acted as a temporary "doctor" and took the initiative to offer a prescription.
Zhong Jiasheng looked calm, took a deep puff of cigarette, and exhaled slowly, "It's not the right time to drink tonic soup."
Zhong's father had just been promoted, and his son immediately started bidding for government land, making it easy for someone with ulterior motives to take advantage of him.
"If you trust me, I can help you bid on your behalf."
Lin Yan is as gentle as jade, but he is not hesitant in what he says or does and always goes straight to the point.
Zhong Jiasheng picked up the teacup and took a sip, then tapped the table with his fingertips. His nonchalant attitude made it hard to judge.
After a long while, he slowly said, "I don't have any money for medicine or consultation."
Is this clearly saying that he wants to be a hooligan?
Lin Yan choked at first, then saw the shallowly cracked gray-blue three-chair teacup in his hand, and then smiled faintly, "Jiasheng, it turns out you like to joke too."
You want him to spend money and effort to help him buy land, but don't give him any benefits?
Do you keep all the money for your antique collection?
"I'm not joking. I'm just short of money." Zhong Jiasheng picked up the teacup again, took another sip, and frowned slightly. This bitter taste must be the cold tea that the kitten asked the servant to pour for him.
Lin Yan tentatively mentioned, "Yang Yuhao is the son-in-law of the Lu family. With his help, the funds..."
Zhong Jiasheng looked surprised and interrupted him in a deep voice, "Multiple competitors for the land?"
He and Yang Yuhao basically had a falling out, but it just wasn't made public.
Let him know that he wants to take over that piece of land. With Yang Yuhao's backing, he will definitely grab it all, right?
Being in a bad mood, Zhong Jiasheng was not so polite when speaking, "Didn't Yang Wanwan tell you about the jade ring?"
"She did."
What Lin Yan didn’t expect was that the cousins would fall out so quickly.
I don’t know what Mr. Yang was thinking when he left the ring that he inherited to his grandson.
If his grandson and granddaughter-in-law quarreled and fought to the death, could he die with a smile on his face?
"I have no interest in this stuff, but some people just want to disgust me."
Zhong Jiasheng sat with his back to the window, his eyes flickering, "Compared to being in front of people, I prefer being behind the scenes."
“…”
Lin Yan didn't respond, somewhat unable to figure out what he meant. Did he want to compete with Yang Yuhao for Yang's company, or not?
The two chatted for a while about the feelings of being a husband for the first time.
They talked about some light topics, and in the end Zhong Jiasheng didn't tell Lin Yan clearly about his plans.
Just ask him to pay more attention to suitable land for building a building.
It was getting late when we finished the conversation.
It was almost lunch time and the typhoon had not stopped yet. The weather outside was really bad.
Lin Yan and Yang Wanwan were invited by Zhong's mother to have lunch at Zhong's house.
Yang Ying originally did not plan to keep her niece and nephew-in-law, but thinking that her niece braved the typhoon to send jewelry for her daughter-in-law to choose, and that she got along well with Yi Yi, she took the initiative to keep them.
The Zhong family’s lunch has been relatively simple and light during this period.
The food is served.
Lin Yan had to re-examine what Zhong Jiasheng had just said to him in the cigar room on the second floor.
Braised tofu, green vegetables, vegetable soup, sweet and sour spare ribs, and steamed grouper.
Four dishes and one soup for five people.
It is true that I am short of money, even a little stretched.
Everyone had different expressions.
Lin Yiyi ate with great relish. There was fish and meat. Although the food was not as exquisite as that at Grandma Zhong's house, it was also home-cooked dishes.
Yang Wanwan originally had an unclear and vague understanding of what her husband said.
Now I truly understand what it means to have an extraordinary place in my heart.
The man opposite put the dishes on Lin Yiyi's plate as usual. He only picked the fish meat that was an inch below the fish eyes and the part with some fat on the belly.
Occasionally add a handful of vegetables.
Lin Yiyi was still not very willing to eat.
Women's minds are always more delicate. Yang Wanwan looked at it carefully and sneered.
I feel that Cousin Zhong's behavior is too humble.
Do you need to be so accommodating when eating? It's not like you don't have hands.
Lin Yiyi had no idea that the way she and her cousin ate was already an eyesore.
She only picked the meat she liked, and would stop eating when she was 80% full to help the man choose the dishes.
After he finished eating, the two of them greeted each other tacitly and went straight upstairs.
Yang Ying sat with him for a while, and only went back to her room to take a nap after seeing her niece and niece-in-law off.
Although it was noon, the sky was gray and there was a typhoon and rain.
The car was driving very slowly.
Yang Wanwan looked at the windshield wipers moving back and forth, feeling inexplicably annoyed.
In the past, she felt that her husband Lin Yan was considerate, gentle and caring towards her.
But within two months of getting married, I felt that nothing was right.
Compared with the scene at the dinner table today, it is too superficial and cannot withstand careful consideration.
Yang Wanwan thought she understood Lin Yan a little bit, but actually she didn't.
He only let her see the parts he wanted to show.
He was also more motivated than she thought.
On the surface he appears to be a gentleman, but in reality he is extremely snobbish and flatters the powerful and ignores those below him.
Lin Yan had no idea what his newlywed wife was thinking, he just kept thinking about the content of his conversation with Zhong Jiasheng.
He is not interested in that jade ring, can it be given to the second branch of the Yang family?
...maybe give it to him?
Lin Yan was frightened by his own absurd subconscious thoughts.
But once some words enter one's ears, who can easily control these rising desires?
In the midst of violent storms, the world outside the car window became even noisier.
The crackling raindrops blurred people's vision.
The Peninsula and Hong Kong Island have always been separated by a dragon-shaped bay and facing each other. At this time, the two people, pursuing their own selfish desires, reached a verbal agreement.
“I will let the fishing boat incident ferment more in the next few days to help you speed up the progress of your plan.
I will contribute a maximum of 30% to the construction of the temple, and will not exceed this proportion.
As for what you promised me, please deploy the high seas patrol management department as soon as possible before the beginning of next month.
Otherwise, I won’t help you with your plan.”
...
On typhoon days, no matter how fierce it is, it cannot reach those who live in the strong fortress.
Lin Yiyi was forced to translate an English novel on the spot in the afternoon.
She could understand the text, which was full of pauses and incoherent sentences, but it was very difficult for her to put them together in Chinese to form sentences that were closest to the meaning of the original paragraph.
"Well, Prince, so Genoa and La are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war..."
Zhong Jiasheng stared at her and tapped her paper. "Translate it."
Lin Yiyi was afraid of being hit on the palm of her left hand, so she gritted her teeth and translated in Chinese, "Oh~ Duke, G and L are now the territory of Family B, but I have to tell you in advance, if you don't tell me what the meaning of war is..."
"Wrong."
The man's ruthless call to stop was a nightmare.
Lin Yiyi caught a glimpse of the small wooden stick beside the table and wanted to throw it away, but she had the desire but not the courage to do so.
I don’t know since when, gentle teaching has turned into violent teaching by bad guys.
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