PDLP Chapter 214 Memory Blow! Am I the son of the richest man?
Chapter 214 Memory Blow! Am I the son of the richest man?
Lin Zhou only had time to utter those two words.
Everything went black for a moment.
The world spun around him, dragging him into a deep abyss of memories filled with fire and blood.
pain.
The pain was indescribable.
It was as if a rusty saw was brutally sawing open his skull.
He crammed all those memories that had been forcibly crushed and sealed away for seven years into his mind.
"boom!"
The floodgates of memory were shattered completely.
A torrent of images flooded in.
He saw it.
I saw a European-style manor covering thousands of acres, resembling a medieval castle.
That was his home.
The Lin Family Manor in Beijing.
in memory.
The enormous Swarovski crystal chandelier radiated a dazzling light.
Men in bespoke suits clink glasses and mingle in the world of fame and fortune.
These are the big shots who wield immense influence in the outside world, capable of causing stock market fluctuations with a mere stomp of their foot.
When facing the middle-aged man sitting in the main seat, they were all bowing and scraping with obsequious smiles.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
That was his father, Lin Zhenguo.
"Zhou'er, remember this."
The father's stern and authoritative voice transcended the barriers of time and space.
It was ringing in Lin Zhou's ears.
"In the world of capital, there is no mercy, only devouring."
"If you don't eat people, people will eat you."
"The Lin family has come this far not because of mercy, but because of its ruthless methods of eliminating any potential threats."
The scene suddenly changed.
It was my mother's face, gentle as water, yet filled with despair.
She hung the half of the Blood Dragon Jade around his neck.
His eyes were full of love and reluctance, and tears dripped onto his cheeks.
"Mom doesn't ask you to be rich and powerful."
"I only wish that my boat can be safe and sound, and that it can live."
Then.
All the warmth and glory shattered.
The silver sports car was engulfed in flames.
The piercing sound of police sirens.
A desperate scream.
There was also an endless darkness that seemed to drag the soul into hell.
When all the fragments are finally pieced together in my mind.
Lin Zhou finally saw his former self clearly.
They also saw through the terrifying power of the Lin family in the capital back then.
That's no ordinary billionaire.
That was a truly powerful and influential financial empire worth hundreds of billions, secretly controlling the lifelines of several core industries in China!
That's a behemoth conglomerate that even the now-powerful father-in-law, Su Zhentian, has to treat with utmost respect and deference!
The Lin family was once the most powerful family in the capital!
No wonder.
No wonder that mysterious force was willing to do anything to eradicate them completely.
Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.
The Lin family is too powerful, so powerful that it has blocked the path of some people and violated certain taboos.
"call--"
Lin Zhou gasped sharply.
His eyes suddenly opened.
The previously empty and scattered pupils instantly became sharply focused.
Cold sweat dripped down his high, straight nose.
It hit the cold floor tiles of the infirmary with a faint sound.
He was breathing heavily.
But at this moment, the air in the infirmary seemed to have been sucked out.
It was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Because Lin Zhou has changed.
If Lin Zhou before was a folding fan hidden in the everyday life of the city.
Occasionally, he reveals his sharpness, with a touch of laziness, casualness, and cynicism.
So now he is like an unparalleled emperor's sword that has been completely drawn from its sheath!
The trace of the street-smart demeanor he had when delivering food was nowhere to be found in those deep, peach-blossom eyes.
Instead, there is an absolute oppressive force that looks down upon the world and regards all things as mere straw dogs.
This is something I learned from growing up surrounded by billionaires.
The aura of a top-tier leader, nurtured by countless sums of money and supreme power.
It is the backbone etched in the blood of the Lin family, belonging to the son of the richest man.
The surrounding area was filled with several menacing mercenary bodyguards.
The moment they met Lin Zhou's gaze, they all instinctively lowered their heads.
A chill ran down my spine, and I didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.
Old Chen remained kneeling on the ground.
He looked up, watching the dramatic changes that had taken place in Lin Zhou.
His weathered old face trembled violently with excitement.
He knew that the once exceptionally talented young master of the Lin family.
That prodigy who made all his peers in the capital pale in comparison.
It's really back!
Lin Zhou slowly straightened up.
He didn't wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and the heaving of his chest gradually subsided.
He extended his right hand with remarkable composure.
This time, his fingers did not tremble, nor were there any system alarms to disturb him.
Only absolute control.
He steadily picked up the black and gold dragon-patterned ring with two fingers.
The cold, heavy metallic touch traveled from my fingertips to my entire body.
It's like a fateful handover spanning seven years.
Lin Zhou slowly slipped the ring onto the index finger of his right hand.
The size was exactly the same.
It was as if this ring had been waiting in despair for the past seven years for its true owner to return.
Lin Zhou lowered his head.
Looking at the butler kneeling at his feet, tears streaming down his face.
He bent down and put his hands under Old Chen's armpits.
With a sudden burst of strength, he helped the loyal old man up from the ground.
"Uncle Chen."
Lin Zhou's voice was no longer hoarse, nor did it have the previous wariness.
Instead, it exudes an undeniable composure and gravitas.
"The ground is cold, so you don't need to kneel anymore."
Hearing that genuine "Uncle Chen"
Old Chen could no longer hold back his tears, which fell like beads from a broken string.
He gripped Lin Zhou's arm tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Young Master...you remember everything?"
"I remember now."
Lin Zhou gently patted Old Chen on the shoulder.
She reached out and straightened his slightly disheveled butler's uniform collar.
"You've suffered these past seven years."
"I accept the torch that you protected for the Lin family."
"From today onwards, I will uphold the Lin family's destiny."
This simple sentence is worth more than a thousand words.
Old Chen was sobbing uncontrollably and could only nod frantically.
All I need is your words, young master.
All the hardships he endured, all the suffering he endured, and all the assassination attempts he survived over those seven years.
It was all worth it!
Sunlight streamed through the glass outside the medical clinic, falling on Lin Zhou's profile.
It gave him a cold, hard, dark gold hue.
Lin Zhou twirled the black and gold ring on his index finger.
His eyes became somewhat profound, yet also carried a hint of utterly absurd helplessness.
As a time traveler.
He always thought he had a script about a loser's rise to success, a story of leveling up in the entertainment industry through a system.
After all, the memories left to him by the original owner were of a penniless young man who made a living by delivering takeout.
He even had to swallow his pride and become a live-in son-in-law in the Su family.
He endured all sorts of disdain and ridicule, and was treated as a useless gigolo.
To earn money for his daughter's milk powder, he worked tirelessly, writing songs, recording shows, and even coding overnight to build firewalls.
To protect his wife, he engaged in a battle of wits and courage with Zhou Lixing in the business world.
What's the result now?
You're telling me I'm actually the only son of the richest man in Beijing?
Do I hold hundreds of billions of US dollars in offshore trust funds?
Do I have an army of shadow assassins spread across the globe?
Can I make the entire Chinese business world tremble with just one sentence?
Lin Zhou lowered his head.
I looked at the casual sweatshirt I was wearing, which was a little faded from washing and cost around a hundred yuan.
He then turned to look at the five priceless bulletproof Rolls-Royce Phantoms outside the door.
And that group of top-tier mercenaries who were as respectful as grandsons and ready to draw their guns and kill at any moment.
An extremely strong sense of absurdity welled up inside me.
The contrast is so stark it makes you question the meaning of life.
Lin Zhou's lips twitched slightly.
He looked up and saw Old Chen still wiping away tears.
Suddenly, he couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, breaking the somewhat heavy atmosphere of the reunion.
"Uncle Chen."
Lin Zhou rubbed the black and gold ring on his finger, his tone carrying three parts self-mockery and seven parts helplessness.
"So these past seven years..."
"Delivering takeout in the wind and sun, staying up all night coding and writing songs."
"Is it really just to experience life at the bottom of society?"