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"........"
The atmosphere in the study became eerily silent after Lin Zhe spoke with a raised tone, leading to him being exposed and pierced by Lin Huasi, one of the elders of the Lin Clan.
"When speaking, use your brain. We are not your partners, nor your family; there's no possibility of indulging you..." said the elderly man sitting in a wheelchair, with two circular burn scars on his face, wearing a pair of glasses, calmly:
"Next, state your purpose. Don't force this old man to curse on a festive occasion. We have never been the so-called upper-class people in your impression..."
While the elder spoke, even though his cloudy eyes were hidden behind glasses, his pupils still emanated a strong malice, wrapping tightly around Lin Zhe like maggots on bones, like a vengeful ghost.
The speaker, Lin Wu, a centenarian who licked the blood off the knife edge following the former Grandmaster Lin in his childhood, once served as a fighter pilot for a period.
He is a survivor who walked out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Under Lin Wu's gaze, Lin Zhe first felt his hair stand on end, as if perceiving some danger, somewhat similar to the time he went to Qingao Island, yet why going there was dangerous... Lin Zhe couldn't recall.
"Haha..."
"Thanks to the elder for remembering my mother. You must have been a bronze in your youth? Mentioning my mom in every sentence? After all, my mother could even enchant the Grandmaster, her beauty akin to the French lily..."
Seeing the grand elder speak, Lin Zhe dared not play coy here and promptly shifted the topic to the main subject.
Lin Huasi's face darkened, but seeing Lin Wu's impatient expression, she dared not interrupt.
The grand elder is extremely hostile to foreigners and only came to the study because Lin Zhe was leveraging the Grandmaster Lin's reputation; otherwise, he wouldn't even have the chance to meet him.
"Though the younger generation's words are somewhat bold, the actual reason for going is to consider the elders."
Lin Zhe stood up from his chair, unbuttoned his shirt, and said, "The reason I mentioned that you are being domesticated is because some matters decided upon by internal clan discussion must remain undisclosed to the Xia Country branch until everything settles."
"But I can't bear to see the elders suffer, or pass away on the verge of a historical transition, so I want to share some information with you..."
Lin Zhe took off his upper shirt, letting the white shirt hang at his waist. His skin began to transform, chitinous texture covering his body, his face gradually encased in black, sharp teeth growing in his mouth.
Lin Zhe raised his arms, approaching the central air-conditioning vent, where the wind blew from his arms into the chest cavity's dispersion hole, reverberating a hum through the study.
"Crack crack..."
The glasses Lin Wu wears suddenly emitted odd sounds. Lin Wu glanced upward, seeing cracks spider webbing across the lenses, his glance returning to the original position, quietly observing the insect-like creature speaking before him.
"Russia..." Lin Wu narrowed his eyes, whispering softly in his heart.
"Of course, the younger generation speaks a lot, naturally not without motives altogether. I'm nearing adulthood, the age for entrepreneurship, but my finances are quite limited..."
"But the elders probably have nothing else of interest besides money..."
Lin Zhe smiled, raising his arms: "So I dare, I want to engage in a resource exchange with the elders."
"You lend me interest-free, and I offer my rejuvenation technology to all of you; we can cooperate for mutual benefit..."
Beneath the black chitin shell, greenish-blue blood vessels pulsated, his hidden pupils observing all the elders' expressions, manipulating Lin Zhe to continue provocations, probing them further.
"Lin Clan!"
"Never belonged to one Lin, but to the capable Lin Clan..." Lin Zhe declared boldly: "As long as one's abilities can command respect, that's the clan's Grandmaster!"
Lin Zhe's arrogant proclamation did not cause any stir within the study; everyone merely remained silent, watching Lin Zhe speak eloquently.
......
"Mr. Fulai, how should I address you later on?"
The black Maybach gradually drove into the manor. The usually tranquil manor ignited a bonfire; various vehicles parked there, scattered groups gradually forming a big family. Lin Ying withdrew her gaze, turned to Mr. Fulai beside her, and asked.
"As you wish, either Ansheng or Xiaolan is fine..." Ansheng waved his hand, completely indifferent to the issue of title, as he had introduced himself to Lin Ying before; however, possibly due to habit, Lin Ying and her peers constantly called him Mr. Fulai.
"Speaking of which... Lin Ying, your family is huge!"
Ansheng leaned against the window, peering out; the vehicles parked along the entrance road of the manor resembled a parking lot before a summer pool, everywhere filled with cars.
From domestic to foreign cars and some under-recognized brands, there were likely hundreds.
Yet these cars seemed parked with a pattern — most cheaper ones outside, and some expensive ones inside. The vehicle carrying Lin Ying drove slowly without stopping, heading straight to the manor gate.
"The clan members registered, according to the latest data, should be around three thousand seven hundred people. However, compared to the peak of about six thousand five hundred, the number has been greatly decreasing..."
Lin Ying looked outside the window and gently shook her head:
"Lin Manor is akin to a village, born here you receive the Lin's blessings, but whether one seizes the opportunity entirely depends on oneself."
"Those with power and influence, no more than a hundred, entering the core layer no more than twenty, while most Lin clan members remain in confusion and struggling, not better than some and yet enough above others, entangled in elite child-rearing, yet conflicted by the waste of opportunity if failed..."
Being born in the Lin Clan, wealth is apparent upon birth.
Yet within the same clan, hierarchy exists. A notable portion of the Lin Clan members after failed entrepreneurship can but reside in idle departments, earning ten thousand monthly salaries, striving through childbirth to use the child's chance to defy fate.
Every newborn enjoys education resources and one chance granted by Lin.
Nevertheless, birthing too many may not necessarily be advantageous, might even cause educational issues, leading to the family being deep in debt.
Indeed.
Born within Lin one need not worry about being pursued by loan sharks, yet as long as they don't die, Lin doesn't bother with those rich kids living off their family.
In the market, Treasure Island movies.
Some Lin Clan males star in these, or maybe some clubs could see male models with the surname Lin.
"Um..."
Lin Shu glanced cautiously at the rear seat and said softly:
"...Actually, now the clan's lower tier doesn't borrow loan sharks or bank loans, recently they're into online loans, borrowing without repayment, hiding in factories when collectors show up..."
Introducing the clan to Mr. Fulai, Lin Ying paused, showing slight confusion: "What do they use online loans for? Playing again without spare money?"
"They go for entrepreneurship."
"Maybe it was last year? Lin Wen from the clan exhaustively used online loans and nude loans, pulling out over three million to start a business successfully, now worth over 40 million..." Lin Shu explained to Lin Ying:
"But later, they found entrepreneurship far less comfortable than directly extracting and enjoying, so... they went that way."
The Lin Clan's lower-tier may lack authority, but due to the clan's past offering them options, either work, entrepreneurship, or studying for research was available.
At that time, their bank statement's minimum flow recorded was in the millions, any achievements, even if failing later, recorded over billions.
They could very easily use the past flow or asset proof to secure high online loans.
Lin's asset size was vast; even if not owned by them, uploading a few national land bureau proof photos to loan institutions remained simple.
"But..."
"Did we just see those scratching their heads outside the security booth are all here for collection?" Ansheng asked Lin Shu with a peculiar expression.
"That I don't know, I just heard Lin miss speaking of clan entrepreneurship, suddenly recalling my parents discussing this at home during dinner." Lin Shu shrugged, not overly concerned with such matters.
Should the clan members misbehave, the elders will handle it.
The youth should strive without distractions from other issues.
Ansheng glanced at Lin Ying, commenting:
"Momentarily, I don't know how to evaluate this, both sides seem ridiculous..."
"Bad people have their own wicked grinders." Lin Ying smiled, supporting Mr. Fulai.
Outside the car, clan members assembling in the manor, or those entering, all noticed the Maybach proceeding further inside.
The words Lin Chairman surfaced among the crowd.
The major power holder of Lin Group, Lin Ying.