Super Tycoon: I Beg You, Stop Pulling Stunts

Those words successfully piqued Wang Zhefei’s interest again. His expression changed in an instant as he chuckled, "Alrighty, thanks, Foster Father."

He immediately reached out and snatched it.

Lin Chu nonchalantly let go, looking at the virtual panel before him.

’I was actually a little worried the "price" might change unexpectedly, but thankfully, I’m a cautious man. Everything went off without a hitch.’

’A 91.41 million Jian Zhan meets the ten-fold rebate condition. That’s 910 million.’

’Awesome!’

’Sweet!’

’Perfect!’

Lin Chu’s face was flushed with excitement. He felt like he was floating. ’With this sum, at least half the funding for the golf course is covered, right?’

And as he looked at Wang Zhefei, the sight became more and more pleasing.

After snatching the Jian Zhan, Wang Zhefei fiddled with it for a while. Seeing nothing particularly special about it, he casually set it on the table.

"Huh? What are you still standing there gawking for? You’ve already given me the gift, why are you still here?"

He looked at Lin Chu, suppressing a laugh with a smug, punchable look on his face.

Lin Chu: ...

He gave him the middle finger. "You really are a bastard!"

This kind of "love ’em and leave ’em" attitude actually got to Lin Chu a little. ’I never had high expectations for his sense of decency, but I never thought he could sink this low.’

"Hey, alright, alright. Tell you what, how about I introduce you to that girl at the front desk?"

Wang Zhefei continued, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Well, thanks a fucking lot!"

"Dumbass!"

Lin Chu couldn’t help but curse him out.

Just then, there was a light knock on his office door. Wang Zhefei called out, "Come in," and a man with the air of a boss walked in.

"Oh, you have a guest?"

The newcomer was the owner of this very company, President Pan. Wang Zhefei glanced at him and said with a boastful flair, "My brother came to give me a gift. Here, an antique. A Jian Zhan. President Pan, you know a thing or two about these, right? Take a look."

He was now completely letting himself go in front of his boss.

’As long as I don’t want a promotion and have the company’s lifeline in my grasp, I’m the real boss here!’

’The boss can’t touch me!’

President Pan wore a warm smile. He nodded amiably at Lin Chu again before picking up the Jian Zhan from the table. He took one look, and instantly, his eyes wavered and the muscles in his face twitched. His sharp Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"An oil-spot bowl?"

he muttered, his gaze shifting from Wang Zhefei to Lin Chu.

He looked as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

’This piece is legendary in Jian Zhan circles! It caused a huge sensation at the auction back in the day. I heard the CEO of a listed company in Peng City was the one who bought it.’

"You two carry on, I’m going to head out."

"Make sure you put that away somewhere safe. It’s worth tens of millions, after all."

Lin Chu said casually, shaking his head with a small smile as he walked toward the door. ’Mission complete. Time to fade away, my good deeds hidden from the world.’

Huh?

"How... How much?"

Wang Zhefei shot to his feet, staring at Lin Chu’s back in disbelief.

’What now?’

’Is he trying to get under my skin again?’

’Last time it was the Jade Assassin, and now he’s the Jian Zhan Assassin?’

’Dad, what are you even trying to accomplish?’

He was completely lost.

’There’s no need to be so vain.’

Lin Chu turned back and said nonchalantly, "Tens of millions. Heh, it’s just a cup. Have fun with it. Just don’t lose it or smash it, that’s all. Be careful, or Emperor Huizong of Song might come to you in a dream to settle the score."

’I’ve pulled this routine on him twice now. He probably won’t "fall for it" so easily the third or fourth time.’

’Sigh...’

’I really should’ve found a simpleton for a friend! The kind who’s a complete idiot! I’d just teach him one word: Dad!’

’Or maybe... I should just have a real son?’

’But to get to the point where a son could call me Dad... ten months of pregnancy, plus the time it takes to learn to talk... that would take almost two years, wouldn’t it?’

「At this moment.」

President Pan: ...

His gaze shifted back and forth between the two of them, his mind reeling and a little numb from the shock.

’Is this what the world of top-tier rich kids is like?’

’Bastards!’

’You’re all bastards!’

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