Chapter 438: Are you sent by the Lin family?

While the two were talking, Lin Zhao opened a box and was almost blinded by the light emitted by the gold.

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Can you imagine? A box full of valuable things—at the bottom were gold bars, and on top were pearls and jade... taking out any one of them would mean not having to worry about food and drink.

"So rich." Lin Zhao squeezed her face with both hands, looking obsessed.

Song Xiwei was also stunned for a moment and withdrew her gaze, "Little money-grubber. You aren't short of money, so why do you still look like you've never seen the world?"

Lin Zhao closed the box and pouted, "Who would complain about having too much money?"

Lin Yu smiled, "Loving money is not wrong. I also love money. Money can make people live better, and money can give people courage, right, Zhaozhao?"

"Yes," Lin Zhao replied.

Lin Yu pinched her cheeks, and a doting smile appeared on her bright face that showed no signs of age, "You are your grandfather's only granddaughter. You have a share of the things in here."

"Then I'm too happy," Lin Zhao expressed her anticipation openly.

Lin Yu was stunned, then laughed.

She really liked Zhaozhao's personality.

Direct, pure, and easy to understand.

"The air in here isn't very good. Let's go out."

Lin Yu led the way, and Lin Zhao and the others followed behind.

The stone door closed, and as the people left, the underground palace fell into darkness.

Lin De heard the footsteps and turned around. He didn't speak, just looked at Lin Heling.

Lin Heling had lived with Uncle De for so many years and still understood him very well. Meeting his gaze, he knew what he meant.

"Everything is there."

The deep wrinkles on Lin De's brow relaxed, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his aged face.

The person who schemed against the Old Master ended up with nothing after all.

"That's good."

Having solved everything, he was going to return to the cemetery.

Lin Yu wasn't happy, "Brother De, the cemetery is desolate. I'm worried about you living there. Why don't you move over and live with me? When the ancestral home is repaired, we'll move over together."

"No, the cemetery is quite good," Lin De refused.

He hadn't protected Old Mr. Lin well and felt guilty in his heart. Knowing the enemy was in prison, the mountain of self-blame that had been pressing on his heart finally shifted, and he finally had room to breathe, but he still felt he had no face to stay.

"What's good about the cemetery? There aren't many people there, and it's cold and lonely. If I leave you there alone, I'm afraid Father will come to chat with me at night!"

Lin Yu said unacceptably, "When the ancestral home is repaired, you move back!"

Lin De hadn't dared to argue with the young miss since he was a child, and he didn't dare to now that he was old. He looked at Lin Yu helplessly.

"What am I coming back for? I'm just a burden..."

"Who said you're a burden!" Lin Yu's brow wrinkled so much it could crush a fly, "To us, you are the most important relative!"

"Father thought so, Big Brother and Sister-in-law think so, and I think so too."

Lin Heling nodded from the side.

Lin Zhao had the same expression as her father, "Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. With Grandpa De at home, I feel especially, especially at ease. Whenever I encounter any problems, I want to find you."

Grandpa De knew a lot. No matter what she asked, he could answer one, two, three. And it wasn't just answering; he could even give the solution.

For example, when she wanted to repair the Sihe Academy before, she didn't know where to find people. She called her father, and her father transferred the phone directly to Grandpa De. He said immediately where she should go to find people, who was the old master, who had excellent repair skills, and who was an honest person who wouldn't bully a layman. Fearing she wouldn't be able to handle it, he finally said he would help her find people...

Lin Zhao was one hundred percent satisfied with the final effect.

This was just one small example.

For Lin Zhao, finding Grandpa De for everything always led to a solution. She really liked this open-minded and gentle old man.

Lin De looked at Lin Zhao and smiled, "Being able to get such a title from the young miss is the greatest reward for me."

"Then you should just stay at the ancestral home; we all hope you'll stay." Lin Zhao's tone was soft and light, carrying a hint of pleading.

Lin Yu spoke up, "Zhaozhao said if it still doesn't work, when Big Brother comes, I'll let Big Brother go find you. If Big Brother doesn't work, I'll let Yaobao go pester you!"

She saw it very clearly; Brother De couldn't handle Yaobao's coquettishness either.

Lin De sighed.

Lin Yu raised her right hand, palm facing Lin Zhao, and Lin Zhao waved her hand, slapping her palm.

Success!

Two months passed.

The cruise ship Lin Fu was on docked, and the people sent by Lin Yu were waiting at the port.

Several cars were parked neatly on the side of the road, which was very imposing in this era where the average salary was less than a hundred.

The burly bodyguards in black suits bent slightly and opened the car doors. Lin Fu, who was walking in the front, and his wife got into the car.

A row of cars that looked expensive started, and the people watching on the spot began to whisper.

"Why did so many cars appear suddenly? These cars are more than the total number of cars I've seen in my life!"

"I heard they are rich people from Hong Kong. They should be here to invest. People from Hong Kong are all rich. If they leak a little from their fingers, it's enough for us to spend. I hope they build more factories and provide more jobs!"

"Thinking too well. Other people's money didn't come from a strong wind. Without profit to be made, can they invest?"

"Stop talking, hurry up and work. Why care about so much? Carrying one less bag means one less wage..."

Hearing this, everyone came back to their senses and hurried to get busy.

Carrying ten more bags a day for ten years wouldn't be enough to buy the cars those big bosses from Hong Kong were sitting in.

Life...

The people in the cars didn't know the complaints of the port workers.

Lin Fu opened the window, looked outside, and said to his wife, "I can't find anything similar to my memory. The changes are really big."

Zhang Yun also looked out the window and found that the difference between the mainland and Hong Kong was still quite large, "The changes are indeed big, but it's not strange. More than a decade has passed, can it not be big?!"

Lin Fu withdrew his gaze and looked at his wife, "Are you used to it?"

Zhang Yun was helpless, "What's there to be unaccustomed to? We've lived here longer than in Hong Kong. There's nothing unaccustomed; it's very intimate, and there's a sense of stability in returning home."

Lin Fu smiled and didn't speak again.

He slowly raised his wrist and checked the time.

The good show was about to begin.

A certain prison.

The cell that originally held one person was opened.

"Go in."

As this voice fell, a burly man was pushed in.

"Behave!"

With a *click*, the sound of the door lock closing rang out.

Then came several footsteps from near to far, until they disappeared.

After Du Sheng was arrested, he seemed to have expected this day would come, so his emotions were very stable, and he could eat and sleep.

Just as he was sleeping, the prison door was opened at a time that wasn't for labor education or eating. He sat up and looked at the door.

Seeing someone walk into this room, he was unhappy, his eyes deep and dark.

Looking at the robust build of the person who came in, Du Sheng didn't say anything unpleasant.

He just glanced at him faintly, lay down, turned over, faced the wall, and closed his eyes.

These days were really hard to endure. He didn't know when he would be able to get out.

Thinking of the carefree days outside, a glimmer of light appeared in Du Sheng's calm and gloomy eyes.

He had found people to pull strings, so he wouldn't suffer in prison. He just had to wait a few years, and when he got out of prison, it would be fine.

For so many years, he hadn't worked in vain. He had accumulated enough wealth to not worry for a lifetime. When he got out, he would still be able to live comfortably.

It wasn't like he couldn't go into politics; to Du Sheng, politics wasn't the goal, money was.

As for the Lin family who caused him to end up like this, Du Sheng gritted his teeth secretly, thinking about when he would get his revenge.

Revenge?

That Lin guy deserved it. If he hadn't been so ignorant and not told him where the remaining treasures of the Lin family were hidden, would he have suffered so much?

If you want to blame someone, blame the Lin family for being too rich and too eye-catching. Blame that old man for being too greedy and not knowing how to lose money to avoid disaster...

Du Sheng didn't regret it, only regretting that he didn't stand high enough and didn't kill all the Lin family members.

Just as he was letting his imagination run wild, he received a fierce kick in the back.

"This bed is mine now. Move aside," the voice of the burly man who had just entered the prison was overbearing.

That kick almost shattered the bones in Du Sheng's back.

He struggled to get up, "Isn't there another bed there? This is my bed."

The moment the words fell, the burly man grabbed Du Sheng's neck, lifted him up, and pressed him against the wall.

His eyes were fierce.

"When Grandpa is talking, is there a place for you to blabber?"

As the tail of the sentence fell, he used force to slam Du Sheng's head against the wall.

"Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!"

Several banging sounds rang out.

Bright red blood flowed down the rough wall.

Du Sheng's head was buzzing, and before he could react, he had already fainted.

When he woke up again, the bell for dinner came from the corridor outside.

Consciousness returned, and Du Sheng looked at the burly man with terror, retreating a few steps until his back hit the wall to feel a sense of safety.

"Are you sent by the Lin family?" None of those who went into politics were fools.

Du Sheng climbed to a high position, stepping on countless broken families. He was hypocritical, cruel, and naturally smart enough.

He could feel that something was wrong.

This person... was coming for him.

The burly man smiled at Du Sheng, revealing white teeth. That appearance was like a fierce beast baring its fangs at its prey, making one tremble all over.

"How much money did the Lin family give you? I'll give you more. Let me go," Du Sheng knew this person had countless ways to make him suffer without being able to speak, so he begged for mercy sensibly.

The burly man sneered, "Money? Grandpa has plenty; I'm not short of it. I'm just short of something you have."

Du Sheng felt a joy in his heart and hurried to say, "What is it? As long as I have it, I can give it to you, sir. I only ask that you spare my life."

He raised quite a few people to handle dirty work for him. Those people were from the underworld, but none were as dangerous as the person in front of him.

Just getting close to him made one feel that fierce aura.

This person was very dangerous.

And.

He had stained his hands with quite a bit of blood.

"What a coincidence, I want your life."

Before the word 'life' was finished, the burly man swallowed the last bite of his meal, crushed the bowl, grabbed Du Sheng's hand with one hand, and used the sharp fragments to heavily sever three of Du Sheng's fingers.

"Ah..."

Du Sheng let out a painful cry, feeling dizzy looking at his severed fingers.

Huge pain spread, cold sweat flowed down, and he fell to the ground like a pile of rotten mud, covered in a mess.

In a daze, Du Sheng saw the scene where his subordinates had crippled the fingers of the Lin family's loyal servant.

The Lin family.

The Lin family had come for revenge.

My hand, my fingers...

The burly man stood up, approached Du Sheng, and shrouded him in his shadow.

His tone was very flat, carrying an indifferent coldness.

"Debts owed to people must be repaid. It's just the beginning; don't die too quickly."

The wailing sound alarmed the prison guards, who hurried over with batons.

Seeing Du Sheng's miserable state, they raised their batons toward the burly man without a word.

"Hands over your head, squat down."

The burly man looked back calmly, his eyes as cold as ice.

At this time, another man came.

This man had a dark scar on his cheek and a cold expression.

He cleared his throat, his voice very hoarse, "Alright, take the prisoner to treat his wounds first. Don't let him die."

Hearing this, several prison guards understood, retracted their batons, and took Du Sheng away.

Only two people remained in the room.

The scarred man looked at the burly man who had hurt someone.

"You don't know how to restrain yourself, which makes it very difficult for me."

The burly man glanced at him, "I don't believe you don't want to see that grandson crying and howling. Your wife..."

"Shut up!" One sentence changed the man's expression. His face turned gloomy, and his pitch-black eyes were filled with depression.

Yes, Du Sheng was also his enemy. His wife was beautiful, but she was targeted and ruined by that Du dog, leaving behind a suicide note before slitting her wrists.

For all these years, he had lived entirely on the hatred in his heart.

Learning that the Du beast had come in, he found a way to be transferred here, all to torture him slowly.

Since his lover died, the only meaning for him to live was revenge.

A month ago, someone contacted him, saying they wanted to cooperate, and he accepted gladly.

He originally didn't know who it was, but seeing Du Sheng's miserable state, the answer was revealed.

With a prison warden who hated Du Sheng to the bone and a ruthless person bought by the Lin family, one could imagine how "wonderful" Du Sheng's days in prison would be.

Lin Fu didn't want him to die; he wanted him to live in pain, never getting what he wanted, living in incomparable pain!

Lin Fu and his wife returned to the old house. At this time, the old house had been repaired to be one hundred percent similar to their memories.

"Home." The head of the Lin family stood in front of the ancestral home, a look of trance appearing on his face.

Past memories presented themselves in his mind, making one realize that they had really been away for sixteen years.

"Head of the family." Lin De called out excitedly when he saw Lin Fu.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect Old Mr. Lin well." Speaking of Old Mr. Lin's affairs, he showed pain on his face, almost not daring to look at Lin Fu.

Lin Fu hurried forward, grabbed his old brother's hand, and keenly felt the missing fingers, feeling very uncomfortable.

"It has nothing to do with you; don't think too much," he said, "With intent calculating the unintentional, how could one calculate it? Ah De, you've suffered."

He knew that his brother probably hadn't had an easy time all these years, living in guilt at every moment.

Lin Fu changed the subject, "I heard you've been taking care of Little Nine for me, and my grandchildren. You've worked hard."

Just as he was speaking, he saw several people appear in front.

Zhang Yun stared at one of the people, her eyes, no longer clear, stained with moisture, and she said with a trembling voice, "Little Nine?"

"It's Little Nine."

"Mom's Little Nine."

She stepped forward a few steps and hugged Lin Heling tightly.

"Mom knew my Little Nine was blessed and would definitely be fine. God loves me and let me see my Little Nine again."

Lin Heling hugged his mother back. After decades of not seeing each other, his parents had aged, and their hair had turned white.

"Mom."

Hearing this sound, Zhang Yun cried and laughed. Where was the elegance of a great matriarch?

Lin Fu patted his youngest son's shoulder, "Little Nine is old too."

Too many years had been missed; fate was playing tricks on people.

Zhang Yun was dissatisfied and pushed the old man's arm, "You're the one who's old. Our Little Nine is still young. My son is so handsome, where is he old!"

A mother protecting her calf is just this unreasonable.

Lin Fu: "..." ===== CHAPTER 439 =====