Chapter 172: Mother-in-Law Meets Son-in-Law

At this moment, Zhaojun suddenly spoke, "Xiao Lin, let's eat first."

Zhaojun broke the atmosphere.

Lin Yuan could only pick up his chopsticks and eat first.

This meal, the pressure is huge.

Zhao Yuyan, however, kept occasionally giving Lin Yuan some vegetables.

This made Lin Yuan feel even more pressure.

Eldest Miss, your parents are still at the table. Could you avoid that a bit?

Lin Yuan desperately gave Zhao Yuyan a look, signaling her to stop adding vegetables.

But Zhao Yuyan didn't listen; instead, she redoubled her efforts, constantly piling vegetables onto his plate.

Lin Yuan felt tremendous pressure while eating.

"Xiao Lin, are the dishes our chef made tasty?" Zhaojun saw Lin Yuan's bowl full of vegetables but he hadn't moved his chopsticks, so he asked.

"Ah? No, no, it's quite good." Lin Yuan hurriedly explained.

He said this, then picked up his chopsticks and ate a few bites.

This pressure is enormous.

At the table, Zhaojun and the company executives drank alcohol while chatting about the company's recent business situation.

Lin Yuan didn't dare to listen, but since he sat at the table, he was forced to hear their conversation.

This is core discussion content of Nine Honors International.

Lin Yuan felt the pressure doubled.

He was forced to hear it all.

Lin Yuan also gradually came to understand some of Nine Honors International's businesses.

Currently, Nine Honors International's businesses include real estate, entertainment industry, Douyin live-streaming platform, gambling platform, entertainment city… plus financial sector, microloans, and film investment, etc.

These industries are highly profitable and very suitable for gray-market entry.

Very suitable for money laundering, various gray incomes, etc.

Lin Yuan listened, stunned, realizing that nowadays these jianghu groups all make money this way?

This is completely different from the fighting-and-killing plots in traditional Hong Kong films.

In Hong Kong films, gangs still rely on collecting protection fees, fighting, brawling, and seizing venues to make money.

But nowadays, these groups make money by running businesses.

Zhaojun chatted at the table about the group's plans for the second half of the year.

"Right, in the second half we can increase investment in the film industry. Recently there's a famous writer, Chen Xingzhe, who wrote a novel called 【Peak of Life】; it's very popular. I think it's suitable to buy the rights, invest in making a film, purchase the novel's rights and adapt it into a theatrical movie. Then the profits should be high." Zhaojun said.

Although Zhaojun is the group's decision-maker, he has a keen sense for business.

He knows what investments will make money and acts decisively.

At this moment, Zhao Yuyan's beautiful eyes widened as she spoke, "Chen Xingzhe? I know this author; he's very famous. His rights sell for a lot—just the copyright for one book costs tens of millions. Dad, are you sure you want to purchase his rights? What if the film investment loses money…"

Zhaojun replied indifferently, "Now domestic films are rising; Ne Zha 2's global box office has already exceeded 15 billion. This is a good money-making opportunity; we must increase investment in the film industry and must acquire good rights."

At the table, the executives continued discussing the company's investment plans.

Lin Yuan could only lower his head to eat, daring not to interject.

He dared not interrupt such confidential company discussions.

But just then, after Zhaojun finished talking about work, his gaze suddenly turned to Lin Yuan.

"Right, Xiao Lin, what do you think about the company's investments?" Zhaojun suddenly asked.

"Ah? I… I don't have any opinion. I'm just a worker; my vision is short." Lin Yuan directly shook his head, joking, "How could I dare to voice an opinion?"

At this moment, the silent lady beside them, Madam Meng Ping, suddenly spoke.

"Xiao Lin, how old are you this year?" Madam Meng Ping asked softly.

Meng Ping really resembles Zhao Yuyan; mother and daughter are both stunningly beautiful, with an ethereal demeanor.

"Ah? Auntie, I'm 28 this year." Lin Yuan replied.

"28 years old, the age fits. Xiao Lin, where is your hometown?" Meng Ping continued asking.

Meng Ping questioned Lin Yuan relentlessly, just like a mother-in-law meeting her son-in-law.

When they learned Lin Yuan's family situation was poor and he owed many external debts, Meng Ping was taken aback.

"Xiao Lin, how much money does your family owe?" Meng Ping asked curiously.

"Um, quite a lot; our family's situation is very poor, my parents can only make a bit of hard-earned money by collecting scrap…" Lin Yuan said, not giving a specific figure because the debt was too large.

He deliberately spoke of his family's poverty, aiming to ruin his image in front of Zhao Yuyan's relatives.

As long as Zhao Yuyan's family looks down on him, they will certainly not approve of their relationship.

This is a very good method.

Meng Ping nodded, then suddenly said, "Xiao Lin, as long as Yuyan likes you, no matter how much your family owes, Auntie will help you pay it off—whether it's a few hundred million or even several billion, Auntie will help you repay."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan was dazed?

Damn!

So straightforward?

Not even a hint of hesitation?

Zhao Yuyan also leaned in and put her arm around Lin Yuan's, saying, "Did you hear? My mom has expressed her stance; she really likes you."

Lin Yuan broke out in a cold sweat like a steamed bun.

This, this meal really was eaten under tremendous pressure.

"However, Xiao Lin, I know you're still young; young people don't need to rush marriage. You should first get in touch, spend some time together and see how it goes. If you feel mutually suitable, we can discuss these matters later. Auntie is just stating her position first; Auntie doesn't dislike your family, as long as you and Yuyan can make it work, Auntie can help you both." Madam Meng Ping said with a light laugh.

Her smile is also captivating to all beings.

Lin Yuan, however, felt great pressure; he hurriedly explained, "Auntie, I and Yuyan are just friends, I haven't even thought about that yet……"

Meng Ping nodded and smiled softly, "It's fine, Auntie understands, Auntie is someone who's been there. Back when I and your Uncle Zhao, we also went through this."

Lin Yuan's face was full of embarrassment, this……

"Auntie, I'm going to the restroom……" This topic can't go on any longer; Lin Yuan could only find an excuse to go to the restroom to avoid further talk.

After Lin Yuan left.

At the dinner table, Zhaojun and his wife exchanged a glance.

"Yuyan, are you sure you want to do this?" Zhaojun suddenly asked his daughter.

"Of course, he can actually transform into a dragon; this dragon must be captured. Twenty years ago, our Nine Honors International missed the opportunity to dominate the entire underground jianghu. This opportunity cannot be missed again." Zhao Yuyan said with deep eyes.

Zhaojun sighed, "But you're openly opposing the goddess—Lin Yuan ultimately belongs to the goddess Phoenix God."

Zhao Yuyan pursed her lips, "What's the big deal? They aren't married, it's just a superior-subordinate relationship. As long as I can date Lin Yuan, the Phoenix God can't control us."

Zhaojun remained silent for a long time before sighing, "Eh, fine then. Since that's the case, as a father I won't say anything else. If we can win him over, we'll do our best. As for the Phoenix God side, I'll go negotiate with her. We've cooperated for so long; if I step in, she should give me this face."

Zhao Yuyan's red lips curved into a sweet smile, "Thanks, Dad."

After this meal, it was already 9 p. m.

Lin Yuan also drank quite a bit; at this point he was somewhat drunk.

Just now at the dinner table, he and Zhaojun downed several cups of baijiu.

Lin Yuan's alcohol kicked in.

Zhao Yuyan helped him downstairs.

"No need to help, I'm not drunk." Lin Yuan pulled his hand away and said.

"You're not drunk yet, your face is all red." Zhao Yuyan gave him a white look with her beautiful eyes.

"It's fine, Miss Zhao, you go back first; I'll just scan a Meituan bike and ride home." Lin Yuan said.

He saw a Meituan bike by the roadside, about to scan the code to unlock it.

Zhao Yuyan, however, grabbed him and pulled him into the BMW M4 sports car.

"Why scan a Meituan bike? I have a car, I'll send you home." Zhao Yuyan said, actively fastening his seatbelt so he couldn't escape.

"No, Miss Zhao, you also drank just now; you can't drive." Lin Yuan reminded.

"What the hell, I, Zhao Yuyan, drive drunk—who dares to catch me?" Zhao Yuyan flicked her hair nonchalantly.

Lin Yuan: ……

Are all these people from the grey industry underworld this arrogant?

Every one of them drives drunk—truly formidable.

Zhao Yuyan stepped on the accelerator, and the BMW M4 sports car roared off……

Lin Yuan was forced to ride in her sports car back home.

……

Meanwhile, at this moment, inside the banquet hall of Nine Honors International.

Zhaojun stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching his daughter's sports car speed away into the distance.

His wife Meng Ping stepped forward and draped his coat over him.

"There's a typhoon tonight, the air conditioning is on cold—wear more clothes so you don't catch a chill."

Zhaojun suddenly asked, "What do you think of this kid Lin Yuan?"

Meng Ping thought for a moment and replied, "He's quite honest, a promising prospect. Moreover, he gets along well with our family's Yuyan. Few men can rein in Yuyan, but this Xiao Lin can. I think he's quite good."

Zhaojun sighed, "Then let's just observe…… I actually also hope he can join our Nine Honors International……"

……

Late at night, beneath the Shidai Gongyu Lou.

Eight minivans were parked at the surrounding corners.

Zhou Kai led his forty-odd brothers, sitting in the minivan, puffing away with dark circles under their eyes.

"Xiao Kai, we've waited so long and still haven't seen that damn couple come back—will they even return tonight?" a gang leader asked coldly.

"Peng Ge, wait a bit longer…… Lin Yuan that bastard will definitely come back tonight. In a while we'll extort him for 600,000! Of that 600,000, you take 400,000, Peng Ge, I'll just take 200,000……" Zhou Kai said with an apologetic smile.

This Peng Ge is the deputy manager of the Night Fashion Billiard Hall.

He is also someone Zhou Kai specially recruited as a helper.

Just earlier this evening, Zhou Kai was given a beating by Zhao Yuyan in a rage.

Unable to dispel this anger, Zhou Kai then summoned the deputy general manager of the Night Fashion Billiard Hall, Peng Ge, to come over and help take revenge.

Peng Ge also called over forty-odd brothers!

However, Zhou Kai also has to pay a price—he will soon have to pay Peng Ge 400,000 as a hardship fee.

This 400,000, Zhou Kai plans to extort from Lin Yuan and then pay Peng Ge.

He plans to extort 600,000 from Lin Yuan in a while.

Give Peng Ge 400,000, and he himself will take 200,000.

This way, he can even make a little profit.

Zhou Kai's calculations are spot on.

At this moment, forty-odd people are crouching beneath the Shidai Gongyu Lou, waiting for someone.

……

Twenty minutes later.

In the distance, a black BMW M4 sports car came roaring.

Zhou Kai sat in the minivan, his expression instantly tightening. "Peng Ge, that despicable couple has arrived! It's that BMW M4 sports car! I remember!"

Peng Ge also narrowed his eyes. "BMW M4? A rich guy. Heh... a big fish has come. This time we must really extort a sum—600,000 won't do; we need to extort 2,000,000."

Extortion and blackmail—this kind of thing Peng Ge does often; he's already an old hand in the underworld.

He judges people by appearances; seeing the other drive a BMW M4, he knows they're wealthy.

For such rich people, casually extorting 2,000,000 is no problem.

At that moment, the BMW M4 sports car had just come to a stop.

Peng Ge barked an order: "Drive, flank them!"

Below Shidai Gongyu Lou, suddenly seven or eight minivans rushed out!

The minivans surrounded and blocked the BMW sports car.

From the minivans, over forty yellow-haired thugs jumped out directly.

Each thug gripped a watermelon knife in his hand.