The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

Wen Zongxian's family is indeed average in IQ, but they are not stupid.

Hearing Lin Ming's words.

Wen Zongxian and He Fengying's smiles froze.

Then.

He Fengying said: "Yes, yes, Zhengfeng is my son-in-law, how could I neglect him? But you are Zhengfeng's friends, I can't neglect you, right?"

"Old man, hurry up and get your best... what is it?"

"Dahongpao?"

"Oh, yes, take out your best Dahongpao."

He Fengying immediately said: "Lin Ming is not an ordinary person. He must drink good tea worth hundreds of yuan. He can't get used to our ordinary tea."

"Woman's opinion!"

Wen Zongxian snorted: "What's a few hundred yuan of tea? Lin Ming's casual meal costs thousands of yuan, and the tea he drinks must also be thousands of yuan per kilogram."

While talking, Wen Zongxian went to get the tea.

These "hundreds of yuan" and "thousands of yuan" made Lin Ming feel ridiculous.

Perhaps with the knowledge of Wen Zongxian and his wife, this was already an exaggeration!

"Brother Lin Ming, I'll go boil some water for you." Wenminghao went to boil some water happily.

Ever since they knew Lin Ming's identity...

No.

It should be said that since they knew how much money Lin Ming had, their attitudes had changed dramatically.

Although Wen Yuanyuan felt embarrassed and even ashamed.

But she didn't say much.

After all, today was a "farewell day".

In any case, as long as they could spend the day in peace, it would be fine.

Soon.

Wen Zongxian took out his so-called "Da Hong Pao".

The packaging was pretty good, it should have been stored for a while, maybe he really didn't want to drink it.

Before he opened it.

Lin Ming waved his hand and said, "Uncle, you don't need to bother me. We young people usually don't drink tea."

"What else can we drink if not tea? Wine?"

Wen Zongxian said, "It's fine to drink wine. I have a few bottles of Five Star Jinliufu at home. They cost a few hundred yuan a bottle. Let's try them today?"

"I don't drink wine either." Lin Ming said slowly.

Wen Zongxian paused.

He didn't know what he was thinking of.

Suddenly he said to Lin Zhengfeng, "I know my son-in-law can drink wine. And what's your little brother's name?"

"Lin Zechuan." Lin Zechuan said.

"Yes, yes, Zechuan."

Wen Zongxian said, "You must drink wine? There are young people nowadays who don't drink. Although today is not a wedding, it is also a happy day. You all drink with me. Don't go home until you are drunk!"

Lin Zechuan and Lin Zhengfeng didn't say much.

In this seemingly harmonious atmosphere.

The time came to 11 o'clock.

What made Lin Ming and the others laugh was that He Fengying didn't prepare lunch for them at the beginning.

It was only after she learned about Lin Ming's identity that she went to the vegetable market to buy a lot of vegetables.

Wen Zongxian and Wen Minghao, while chatting with a few people, almost focused on Lin Ming.

Either they inquired about Lin Ming's company, or they inquired about how much money Lin Ming could make a year, or whether Lin Ming bought a villa, a luxury car, etc.

To be honest, it was very superficial.

But it was understandable.

Everyone has different values.

Maybe in the eyes of Wen Zongxian and others, "money" is what they care about most.

Lin Ming didn't hide it.

Not only did he say that he lived in a house worth 50 million, but he also said that he owned several luxury cars.

He even told Wen Zongxian and his family that Cat God's Record was produced by Phoenix Entertainment, Phoenix Real Estate, Phoenix Capital, etc.

He was very interested in Lin Ming.

Even when cooking in the kitchen, they would keep the kitchen door open and occasionally stick their heads out to listen.

In the end.

When they learned that Lin Ming was the boss of several large companies and that he was going to set up the Phoenix Group after returning to Blue Island.

The greed in this family's eyes was almost overflowing.

Yes.

They never cared about Lin Ming's identity.

The smile on their faces was limited to the fact that they knew that Lin Zhengfeng had a good brother like Lin Ming, and they were always thinking about how to get more money from Lin Ming through Lin Zhengfeng.

Now they have completely believed that Lin Zhengfeng bought a house worth more than 4 million yuan, and that Mercedes-Benz S500 also belongs to Lin Zhengfeng.

But they all know that all this money must come from Lin Ming!

As for the people that Lin Zhengfeng contacted, except Lin Ming.

Even if they really lent him money, they would never be able to borrow so much!

As for bank loans, even usury, there is no such possibility.

In the eyes of Wen Zongxian's family.

What Lin Ming can give Lin ZhengfengSo much money is enough to prove how good the relationship between the two is.

In this case, it doesn't matter if I borrow more, right?

12:30 noon.

The meal officially starts!

Wen Zongxian asked Lin Ming to sit in the host's seat, but Lin Ming pulled Lin Zhengfeng over to sit down.

Today's host was Lin Zhengfeng.

After Wen Zongxian's repeated persuasion, Lin Ming still picked up the white wine.

But Lin Zechuan didn't drink it because he still had to drive.

After a few taels of white wine, Lin Ming was not interested in picking up food.

To be honest.

The taste of the food was very ordinary.

It was completely incomparable to the cooking skills of Chi Yufen and Lu Yunfang, it was really too ordinary!

He Fengying picked up a lot of dishes for him, and it was already piled up in a bowl.

"Auntie, I see how enthusiastic you are, it seems that you wish I was your son-in-law?" Lin Ming looked up at He Fengying.

He Fengying immediately said: "I don't think so, I just think your mother-in-law is very lucky. With a son-in-law like you, she can just wait to enjoy a good life in the future!"

Lin Ming smiled: "I don't know whether my mother-in-law and father-in-law enjoy a good life, but they were very angry with me before I became rich. I often scolded them and stole their money. My father-in-law almost had a heart attack because of me."

He Fengying's face trembled: "Ahem, that... Lin Ming is really good at joking."

"I'm not joking."

Lin Ming said: "You should be glad to have a son-in-law like Zhengfeng. Although he is just an ordinary worker in the factory, he is solid and capable, and he is good to Wen Yuanyuan. The most important thing is that he is filial."

Speaking of this, Lin Ming paused.

Then stared at He Fengying and said: "To be honest, before I became rich, if anyone dared to ask me for a 300,000 yuan betrothal gift, I would have overturned the table long ago."

After saying this.

The dining table suddenly fell into silence.

Finally, Wenminghao tried to smooth things over: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Brother Lin Ming, can you tell me how you made your fortune? Are there any shortcuts or something like that? Teach me, for example, recommend me a few businesses that can make money, and I'll try them too."

"All businesses can make you rich, but there must be a very important point." Lin Ming said.

"What point?" Wenminghao asked anxiously.

Lin Ming took a sip of tea, then slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

"You have to be ruthless!"