The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

After a pleasant dinner, Lin Ming carried all the Chanel bags to the car. He drank a lot tonight and reeked of alcohol. Chen Jia didn't dare to drive the Phantom, but she still sat in the driver's seat. On the way back. Chen Jia suddenly said, "When are you going to ask Zhao Yijin out? Let's sit together." Lin Ming sobered up immediately! "Auntie, what are you trying to do?" "I'm not trying to do anything. I just want to ask her what she wants to do." Chen Jia puffed up her cheeks. Lin Ming was about to cry: "Chen Dazu, I will buy you all the LV bags tomorrow, can this eliminate your anger?"

Chen Jia burst into laughter: "Look how scared you are. If you have nothing to hide, why are you worried about my meeting with Zhao Yijin?"

Lin Ming's eyelids twitched a few times.

Is this a question of whether there is a ghost?

What if Zhao Yijin says something Chen Jia doesn't like, and this woman takes her anger out on herself, then won't I, Lin Ming, be the one who is unlucky?

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Chen Jia said softly: "It will take some time to go back. I drive slowly. You should sleep for a while. I will call you when we get home."

"Yeah."

Lin Ming nodded slightly.

It was indeed a little tired.

Maybe it was because he often predicted the future, or maybe it was because he had done a lot of things during this period.

Lin Ming always felt mentally exhausted.

It was past 10 o'clock in the evening.

Chen Jia woke Lin Ming up.

The wind in late autumn was very cold, and Lin Ming shivered.

"Are you cold?" Chen Jia asked worriedly.

Lin Ming stared at Chen Jia for a while.

Suddenly he said, "Can I hug you?"

There were not many fancy words.

But it was this soft question that made Chen Jia's shoulders tremble.

Without waiting for her to answer, Lin Ming opened his arms and hugged Chen Jia.

For the first time in more than four years, Chen Jia felt that Lin Ming's chest was actually very broad and warm.

The two hugged for about five minutes, and Chen Jia struggled out with a red face in Lin Ming's reluctant look.

"Hurry up." Chen Jia said.

"Then you drive my car back first, I will pick you up at the company tomorrow afternoon, and we will go to my parents' house for dinner together." Lin Ming said.

"Okay."

Chen Jia really felt that she was so happy that she couldn't describe it.

Lin Ming didn't return to the apartment until the taillights of the Phantom completely disappeared from his sight.

…

9 o'clock in the morning.

Lin Ming was still eating breakfast at Lao Yang's breakfast shop when he received a call from Zhou Chong.

"Brother Lin, Xingchen Shipyard called me." Zhou Chong said.

Lin Ming took a bite of the fried dough sticks: "It's normal. I calculated that the time is almost up. Who called you?"

"The general manager of the project department, Fang Zhe!" Zhou Chong said.

Lin Ming smiled immediately: "He is a very interesting guy. We just met yesterday."

"Huh? He contacted you yesterday?" Zhou Chong asked in confusion.

"He didn't contact me because of the shipyard. He wanted to take advantage of your sister-in-law." Lin Ming said.

"Fuck, this guy is tired of living, right? He dares to dream of a married woman?" Zhou Chong snorted.

Lin Ming explained: "It's not as dirty as you think, but what did he say when he called you?"

"It's about the sea cucumber shed and that sea area!"

Zhou Chong secretly gave a thumbs up: "Brother Lin, you are really awesome! No wonder you kept saying that we need time. If it's a few days later, we might be beaten to the punch by Xingchen Shipyard."

"That won't happen. I am sure of what I do." Lin Ming said.

"Anyway, I have sent him your phone number. You two can talk. You have to take charge of such a big thing. We just need to wait for the money!"

Before Lin Ming could continue to speak, a strange phone call came in.

"Fang Zhe called me. I hung up first."

After saying this to Zhou Chong, Lin Ming answered Fang Zhe's call.

"Brother Fang, we just haven't seen each other for one night, and you missed me again?"

Lin Ming chewed the fried dough sticks and said vaguely: "You are such a face-conscious person. I tried so hard to keep you last night, but you couldn't. You don't know that the fried double crisps made by my mother last night were so delicious that I regretted that you couldn't stay to taste them while I was eating."

Fang Zhe was about to vomit blood on the other end of the phone.

The Xingchen Group's final location was Yushan Village, which was a foregone conclusion.

Even if someone had already contracted the sea area there and built two thousand

Multiple sea cucumber sheds.

What Fang Zhe didn't expect was that when he contacted the legal persons of Phoenix Marine Co., Ltd., they all asked him to talk to Lin Ming!

After what happened yesterday, Fang Zhe now has a very deep impression of the word "Lin Ming".

He begged and pleaded, hoping that the "Lin Ming" of Phoenix Marine was not the same person as the "Lin Ming" he knew.

Maybe his sincerity moved the heavens.

This is really the same person!

Now even if he just heard Lin Ming's voice, Fang Zhe felt that all his hair stood up.

As the general manager of the Xingchen Shipyard Project Department, he naturally had contact with many bigwigs in the political and business circles.

But no one is as pretentious as Lin Ming!

He obviously swept through the Chanel flagship store in Blue Island City at one time, but envied the broken bag he bought.

He obviously drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom worth tens of millions, but asked himself how much the BMW 6 Series GT cost with an exaggerated look.

I fucking fuck your uncle!

How can a person be so sinister?

"Brother Fang? Brother Fang? What are you doing? Why don't you say anything?"

Lin Ming's voice interrupted Fang Zhe's thoughts.

"Don't call me 'Brother Fang', I can't bear it!" Fang Zhe gritted his teeth.

"Brother Fang, you are being distant again. We are close friends. I want to be your sworn brother." Lin Ming said.

"Fuck, get out of here!"

Fang Zhe couldn't help it: "Mr. Lin, are you still a human being? You know that I am the project manager of Xingchen Shipyard, but you didn't tell me that you built the sea cucumber shed in Yushan Village and contracted the sea area. Do you have the fun of messing with me like this?"

"Brother Fang, you are wrong!"

Lin Ming was not angry at all: "I told you yesterday that we may have the opportunity to cooperate in the future. You didn't take it seriously."

"I..."

Fang Zhe suppressed his anger again and again, and finally suppressed his anger.

No matter how badly he got along with Lin Ming, he still had to talk about business.

"When are you free? Let's meet!" Fang Zhe said angrily.

"It's better to do it now than today. Let's do it next year!" Lin Ming said.

"Fuck!"

Fang Zhe was really furious.

When dealing with Lin Ming, he really couldn't maintain his gentlemanly demeanor as the general manager.

"Mr. Lin, don't think I don't know where you live. If you don't want to see me, I'll come to visit you!"

"Damn, are you threatening me?"

Lin Ming was unwilling: "Then let's do it now. I'll wait for you at Qingyao Cafe in the city."