1753: C1753 Too Powerful

C1753 Too Powerful

"Uncle Zhao, tell me if Lee Yuanhao doesn't beat the remaining 400 million, I'll deal with him."

Seeing the stunned look on Nangong Duan's face, Lin Fann laughed and said: "With this amount of money and the five hundred million from the Nangong Family, it's enough for the Zhao Family to rise again. You have to handle this quickly."

"Don't worry Young Master Lin, I'll definitely speed up." "Yes." Zhao Qimin's eyes were filled with excitement.

With a billion gold coins, the jewelry resources required by Laos, and the end result of the Kong Family of their biggest competitor, it would be foolish of them not to be able to rise even under these kinds of conditions.

"Yeah, although the Kong Family has been destroyed, the counterattack power is still quite strong. Uncle Zhao, you have to be mentally prepared for that."

Lin Fann did not say anything more to Zhao Qimin. After all, he was not good at business matters. When a professional did professional's work, all he needed to do was to deal with the difficult problems. That was what he needed to do.

"Lin Fann, can you stay in our house for the next two days?"

Just at this time, Zhao Rongrong thought of something and looked at Lin Fann with a slightly red face: "I think Lin Fann will participate in our Zhao Family meeting since you are the majority shareholder."

"Zhao Family meeting, ok?"

Lin Fann understood what was going on and laughed, "Even if it wasn't the Zhao Family Conference, I would still be willing to stay. I haven't seen Rongrong for quite some time, I miss you."

Ah …

After hearing Lin Fann's words in public, Zhao Rongrong's face turned as red as an apple. She wished she could find a hole to hide in. It was so embarrassing, so embarrassing.

Letting Lin Fann stay at home for two days, besides the Zhao Family meeting, what was more important was that she missed her lover. But there was no need for such things to be said in public. Her face was thin.

"Hehe, our daughter has grown up. It's about time we let go of the father."

Seeing his daughter's bashful expression, Zhao Qimin laughed out loud, "I will have Rongrong clean up the room and accompany you when the time comes."

Lin Fann: "..."

What Zhao Qimin said made Lin Fann very embarrassed. He had never seen anyone selling their daughter so quickly. However, this also proved that his charm was quite great.

"Young Lord."

Bringing his children over, Gui Shilieh greeted Lin Fann with his fists folded, "Xiaoxiao, Zijian, hurry up and greet Young Lord."

"Hello, Young Lord."

"Hello, Young Lord."

Gui Xiaoxiao and Gui Zijian hurriedly greeted Lin Fann while bowing and bowing with their hands folded in front of their chest, just like their father. Although the two of them were very different ages compared to Lin Fann, they still had a master-servant relationship.

"Mm, no need to be so polite."

Nodding his head, Lin Fann said with a smile: "Is there anything going on with Gui Family recently?"

"Thank you for Young Lord's concern, our Gui Family has been developing quite well recently."

Gui Shilieh reported, "However, there is one matter that I have to report to Young Lord. I wonder if it's appropriate to report to him?"

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Qimin and Nangong Duan. How could Lin Fann not understand and immediately said to Zhao Qimin and Nangong Duan, "Do what you have to do. Disperse."

Looking at Lin Fann who was talking to Gui Shilieh at the side, Nangong Duan cautiously asked Zhao Qimin: "Brother Zhao, when did Young Master Lin subdue Gui Family?"

"Patriarch Nangong, who should I ask when you ask me this question?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhao Qimin sighed and said, "Young Master Lin's ability is too great. Since we've chosen to follow him, then let's do our duty. Young Master Lin will definitely not treat us unfairly."

"Yeah, we really have to do our part."1

Seeing Gui Shilieh's humble attitude in front of Lin Fann, Nangong Duan nodded in agreement. Inwardly, he felt extremely fortunate that he had decided to follow Lin Fann …

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