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Li Er, headed by him, was the adjutant his grandfather took with him when he went abroad to manage Chinatown.
He looked at Lin Xiucheng's student anger, and smiled contemptuously, "Xiucheng, Grandpa Li watched you grow up, and he knew best that you were kind. You can't handle the Lin family's situation. Your grandfather can't move now. Why don't some of our old guys keep the family business for you."
Several people on the side nodded in agreement.
Lin Xiucheng didn't speak, he took out a gun from his waist and shot Li Er's legs between his legs. The bullet stuck to Li Er's trousers. A hole was pierced in his suit pants. The heat almost scalded his legs. Lin Xiucheng drew the gun very fast, no one saw him move, only the muffled sound of the silencer pistol and the horrifying sound of bullets penetrating the floor.
Li Er fell to the ground in fright. He raised his hand and pointed at Lin Xiucheng. He wanted to scold him, but he didn't dare. Lin Xiucheng didn't put away the gun or pointed at anyone. The gentle university professor, affectionately said to everyone: "In the future, I will rely on the care of your uncles."
It took only three years for Lin Xiucheng to gain a firm foothold in London. None of the people who joined forces with his grandfather to force the palace when he was ill stayed. The Lin family, young and old, had to rely on his breath. Bringing novelties around him is to flatter him, and secondly, he wants to make him lose his mind.
The comings and goings didn't hurt Lin Xiucheng's hair, and a lot of his own private property went into it.
Lin Xiucheng would pretend to be stupid, wearing a pair of intellectual glasses, harmless to humans and animals, and he would take his life directly when he made a move.
At this moment, he stared at the young man's slightly panic-stricken eyes. He was so alone and without support. Lin Xiucheng thought of himself at the age of twenty-two.
He was strong enough at that time, and the young man in front of him seemed stubborn, but in fact he was weak and mercurial.
Lin Xiucheng said, "Mrs. Chen, it's the first time I've heard that adoption agreements in the 21st century can force people into prostitution."
"200,000 is a lot for our yard." The boy suddenly said, his back was straight, his body was tall and slender for his age, his clothes were all sold on the floor, and the folds were stained with ashes , can give him a little smell of dust.
Chen Xing thought about it, and affirmed himself: "The dean has his reasons."
He looked a little lost.
Mrs. Chen sneered. Just as she was about to say something, she was interrupted by Lin Xiucheng. He came up with a very absurd idea, and couldn't wait to see the expressions of those in the family.
"Okay, let me see it this way, the money can be slowed down," Lin Xiucheng glanced at his second uncle and continued, "Chen Xing, also belongs to me, but his custody rights also belong to me."
A group of people looked at Lin Xiucheng with indescribable eyes, only Chen Xing didn't understand, he looked at Lin Xiucheng impatiently: "What?"
"You call me Dad, and I'll make sure you thrive in London." Lin Xiucheng promised.
At this time, everyone's eyes became "Where is this singing, where is the mental retardation", but Chen Xing didn't. He looked at Lin Xiucheng up and down, and smiled at this seemingly comparison. His younger man shouted, "Dad!"
Lin Xiucheng smiled with satisfaction, walked over, embraced his shoulders, and looked around: "What are you doing, congratulations, I have become a father!"
In the car on the way home, Lin Xiu received several calls from the Lin family to spy on the military.
"Yes, I adopted a child," Lin Xiucheng said to the other end of the phone, "this child will have great achievements, and I am going to pass on my career to him."
Chen Xing was far away from him, listening to his nonsense, leaning on the back of his chair and admiring the scenery outside the window. He had not really set foot on the British outdoor land, and he saw the street wrapped in a windbreaker walking in a hurry. White people, it's a novelty.
Lin Xiucheng finally lost his patience with playing Tai Chi with these annoying old guys. He turned off the phone and put the phone on mute.
Looking up, I saw Chen Xing staring out of the car window and asked him, "What are you thinking about?"
Chen Xing didn't look at him and said to himself, "I've never seen so many foreigners."
Lin Xiucheng was amused by him, and felt more and more that his cheap son was amazing.
"What are you doing?" Chen Xing turned to ask him, "Are you a big boss? Domineering
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The driver in front was a Chinese, with a very low laugh. Listening to Chen Xing's words, the fat on his back was shaking, and he tried to restrain himself not to make a sound.
Lin Xiucheng thought for a while, and he didn't know how to explain his identity to him. He was the head of the Lin family and a successful wealthy Chinese businessman. After all, when he went out in London, others had to give him three-point face, no need to introduce himself. Someone stepped forward to say hello and called him "Mr. Lim".
The last time I introduced myself was back when he entered college.
Chen Xing waited for a while. Seeing that Lin Xiucheng didn't speak, he asked again, "I see that those old guys owe you a lot of money. You wouldn't be a loan shark, would you?"
The driver snorted.
"You really want me to be your son?" he asked again. "Dad? Daddy? Is that what you say in English? I don't speak English yet."
Lin Xiucheng looked at him with a three-pointed smile in his eyes, not to the bottom of his eyes.
Chen Xing was not afraid of him, and looked at him as usual.
After a long while, Lin Xiucheng reached out and rubbed his messy hair: "If you don't know, go to school."
"What on earth can you tell me?" Chen Xing scratched his hair and asked suspiciously.
When no one answered him, he didn't mention it anymore.
Lin Xiu couldn't bear the old house left by his grandfather. He liked to live in his high-rise apartment in Kensington, and brought Chen Xing back there.
This high-end apartment is decorated in a modern and foreign style, and it is clean and spotless. When you walk to the window, you can overlook most of London's scenery. The Chen family's gloomy and decadent fortress is not the same as here.