The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

"No way, Xiaolei?"

Zhang Li laughed loudly and said, "I just heard you say that your monthly salary is almost 20,000, which is much better than your brother Zhengfeng."

Hearing this.

Lin Lei's face was immediately embarrassed.

Before Lin Ming came back, he was indeed the most handsome guy here.

Many adults knew that he was doing well, so they deliberately asked in front of so many people.

He also seemed to be humble, but in fact he was very proud to "answer truthfully".

It's just that.

The reason why Zhang Li suddenly gave him this cold knife was because when everyone was praising him, he seemed to ask Lin Zhengfeng how much he was making now.

Of course.

It's not just Lin Zhengfeng, he asked all the young people of similar age.

What's the purpose?

It's nothing more than pretending!

It's nothing more than showing off his vanity!

It's all right now.

Lin Ming is standing here, and he dares to mention the word "money" again?

Lin Ming could drown him with a spit!

"Zhang Li is right. Your brother Zhengfeng's current salary seems to be only a few thousand yuan, which is far less than yours. You can make as much as he makes in several months."

Lin Ming still had a smile on his face, but this smile was obviously much lighter than before.

When he entered the room, he gently patted Lin Lei's shoulder.

"Work hard. You are relatively outstanding among your peers. Don't compare with me. After all, I am several years older than you, right?"

"Ahem..."

Lin Lei coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

He is not a child, so he can naturally hear what Lin Ming means.

If Lin Ming is just a little better than him, he would not bother to pay attention to him.

But Lin Ming is at a level that he will never reach in his entire life!

How many years older?

He can never reduce the gap of a few years in several lifetimes!

And Lin Ming didn't take Lin Lei seriously at all.

Lin Lei will know how ridiculous his vanity is now!

After entering the house.

Lin Ming saw a group of middle-aged men sitting at the table drinking tea and chatting at first sight.

That is, Lin Zhengfeng's uncles, uncles, and uncles.

There is also his father Lin Chengguo and his only young man Lin Zechuan.

"Dad." Lin Ming shouted.

"Lin Ming is back?"

Without waiting for Lin Chengguo to respond, Lin Zhengfeng's third uncle stood up first.

"I was just saying that you are going to talk about big business again."

Lin Ming nodded: "Isn't it going to build a few real estate projects here? I went to meet the people from the Land Bureau."

In terms of seniority, Lin Zhengfeng's uncles are younger than Lin Ming, so Lin Ming has no title.

"Land Bureau?"

Another middle-aged man stood up: "Xiao Lin, I work in the finance department of the Land Bureau. If you need me, I can help a little."

"Oh?"

Lin Ming looked at Lin Zechuan.

Lin Zechuan immediately said: "Lin Ming, this is Zhengfeng's second uncle."

"It turned out to be the second uncle."

Lin Ming smiled: "Then next, when the company comes to hand over the funds, I will indeed trouble the second uncle."

"No, no, it's all my job, haha!"

The second uncle laughed and said: "In fact, I have heard about the development in the east in the bureau these days. It seems that the nationally famous Hongyang Group and our local real estate developer Dongling Real Estate are going to take land. They don't have any conflicts with you, right?"

"No, I just met with President Zhan and President Wei today, and the chat was quite pleasant." Lin Ming said.

"That Mr. Wei is a tough guy. I often hear people talking about him."

The second uncle said: "And Mr. Zhan, that is Zhan Mingche of Hongyang Group, right? General Manager of the project department? Tsk, they are all big shots, big shots!"

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of others became restrained.

Maybe they only heard that Lin Ming got rich, but they didn't know the extent of this "rich".

They might not even believe it.

But Lin Zhengfeng, the second uncle, obviously has a certain majesty.

Even he said so, doesn't it prove that the young man in front of him is also a "big shot" like Zhan Mingche and Wei Zheng?

Unconsciously, the expressions on their faces began to become unnatural.

Although they have nothing to do with Lin Ming.

But people are like this.

When a real big shot stands in front of them, let alone bragging, they have to be careful and think carefully before speaking.

"Let's not talk about work. Tomorrow is Zhengfeng's big day. We need to discuss how to make it perfect." Lin Ming waved his hand.

"Yes, yes..." Second uncle quickly responded.He is already an old man.

But no matter how you look at him, he gives people a feeling of nodding and bowing.

Lin Ming is actually not very fond of these people.

For example, this second uncle.

He works in the Land Bureau, and in the finance department, which is very lucrative.

But when has he ever helped Lin Zhengfeng? Has he ever helped Zheng Wanling?

If it weren't for Lin Ming, he might not be here!

"Lin Ming, you and Zechuan, hang up all those latte arts. It will be dark later." Lin Chengguo said.

"Okay, I'll hang it up later."

Lin Ming nodded, and then walked into the main room.

I saw Lin Zhengfeng sitting there in a suit, his face was white, and it was obvious that he had just used flour and eggs to make his face.

"Tsk tsk, Wen Yuanyuan is so lucky, look at this groom, he is so handsome, it's simply beyond measure!" Lin Ming teased.

"Not bad, right?"

Lin Zhengfeng snorted in a pretentious manner: "I'm not bragging, no matter how awesome you are, you have to serve me honestly today and tomorrow."

"Huh!"

Lin Ming made an exaggerated gesture, which caused a burst of laughter in the room.

But everyone could see from this point.

Lin Ming and Lin Zhengfeng's relationship is indeed very close.

He made a few jokes.

Lin Ming then said to Zheng Wanling: "Wife, you can arrange a few people to pick up the seafood from Blue Island City later. It will be delivered at around 3 o'clock."

"I told you not to buy it, but you still have to make such a hassle. Really." Zheng Wanling muttered.

It can be seen that she is happier than anyone else.

"It doesn't cost much. My good brother is getting married, so how can I not have this appearance?"

Lin Ming smiled and took out a red envelope from his pocket.

"Here, the share of money."

Perhaps no one cares about other people's red envelopes.

You can guess with your toes that it is no more than 600 or 800. If you have a better relationship, it will be 1,000, or even more.

It is still limited.

But who is Lin Ming?

He has such a close relationship with Lin Zhengfeng, how much red envelope will he give?

Based on this point.

When Lin Ming took out the red envelope, everyone looked up.

It was indeed a red envelope, but it was very deflated, as if there was not even 600 yuan.

"Forget the red envelope, you already..."

Lin Zhengfeng subconsciously refused.

But before he could finish.

Lin Ming's face turned serious: "Too little?"