Chapter 505: Death by Cerebral Hemorrhage
This is a luxury private room, different from the ’First-class Fresh’ at Du’s Grand Hotel last time.
This room doesn’t have as many fancy things, just a dining table large enough for fifteen people, with all chairs as leather sofas. There is also a wooden desk and four wooden chairs on the side.
Beside the desk, there’s a computer, a printer, and a shredder.
Obviously, this room was set up in advance, otherwise, these office equipment wouldn’t be ready.
Compared to Bai Shishi and others, the Wang Family’s people seemed much more anxious.
When Lin Tian arrived in the private box, six people were already inside.
Three people were sitting, one standing, and two kneeling on the ground, heads lowered so their faces were unseen, but that body seemed somewhat familiar.
Suddenly, Lin Tian sensed two dangerous auras emanating from the two seated people!
His gaze moved sideways. Among the three seated people, the one in the middle was a middle-aged man in a branded black suit, with a square face and a naturally authoritative presence.
Beside him was a young man of about the same age as Lin Tian and a man in his forties. Both of them were wearing grey robes. The danger Lin Tian sensed was coming from these two.
Looking at these three, Lin Tian pondered. The two on the side were probably bodyguards, as for the middle-aged man with an authoritative aura, that should be Wang Daoran.
Meanwhile, Wang Sicong saw his father, but his face had a human skin mask, and his Mute Acupoint had been sealed by Lin Tian, so he couldn’t make a sound.
Wang Daoran watched as Lin Tian and others walked in one by one, but did not see his son. He stood up abruptly and said in a low voice, "Bai Family, where is my son?"
Seeing Wang Daoran angry, Lin Tian wasn’t intimidated, leisurely pulling a chair for Bai Shishi, then sitting beside her after she seated herself.
Wu Yong, Wang Sicong, and Tian Ming also sat down. In Lin Tian’s eyes, although Tian Ming was a subordinate, he was also a brother, worthy of sitting.
Lin Tian tidied his clothes, looking lazily at Wang Daoran, showing a rogue-like demeanor. "Are you the old bastard Wang Daoran?"
Hearing Lin Tian addressing his father like that, a rage flared within Wang Sicong, but he couldn’t do anything, unable to speak or act.
Wang Daoran’s hands were clenched into fists, his sharp eyes scanning Lin Tian. "Where’s my son?"
"Don’t worry, he’s next door. He’s been eating and drinking well these past few days. If you want to see him, we’ll talk after we’re done."
"If I don’t see my son, there’s no need to talk today!" Wang Daoran’s stance was firm.
Lin Tian shrugged, unconcerned, "Then let’s not talk. Feel free to leave or stay, but if you leave, seeing your son in this life is basically impossible."
"You..." Wang Daoran pointed at Lin Tian, his face reddening with anger.
Wang Daoran really wanted to walk out. He wasn’t afraid of going to war with the Bai Family. Behind him was the Ancient Martial of the Wang Family; they were unafraid. Even if the Wang Group fell, with support, it could rise again in a few years! This was the foundation of an ancient martial family!
But thinking about his son’s safety, Wang Daoran couldn’t leave. However, having already said harsh words, he couldn’t swallow his pride and pretend nothing had happened.
At this moment, the secretary behind him stepped forward, slightly bowing and whispering in his ear: "Chairman, let’s try negotiating with them first. I’m sure the young master will be fine."
Wang Daoran slightly tilted his head, giving an approving glance at the secretary, who had been with him for twenty years, highly skilled both intellectually and emotionally, crucial in such dilemmas.
With a way out, Wang Daoran’s expression improved considerably, he let out a heavy humph before sitting down.
Just then, thirteen waitresses in qipao, with alluring curves, entered, each holding exquisite trays and dishes. The aroma permeated the entire room, making Lin Tian feel hungry.
Indeed, a five-star hotel even serves dishes like a catwalk, a feast for the eyes.
The thirteen beauties orderly placed the dishes beside Wu Yong, then swayed their hips as they left, leaving Wu Yong parched and staring, lost in thought.
Lin Tian wasn’t reserved, pouring wine for Bai Shishi, Wu Yong, and Tian Ming, then said, "Come on, dig in. I’m starving."
Then, he began indulging without any pretense. Wu Yong wasn’t polite either, eating even more fiercely, as if starved for three days, smacking his lips while eating.
Seeing this, Bai Shishi chuckled. These two foodies were too at ease! This was a negotiation about the survival of two big families!
Wang Daoran got angry again, slamming the table: "Are you here to eat or negotiate? What attitude is this?"
Lin Tian, grasping a lobster with both hands, replied without looking up, "To eat, of course."
"You..." Wang Daoran got angrier.
Lin Tian continued eating, then looked up, saying calmly, "Do you know what I do?"
Wang Daoran was puzzled by Lin Tian’s sudden absurd question, "What do you mean?"
"You know I study medicine, right?" Lin Tian continued to eat.
"So what? What are you getting at? Stop beating around the bush!"
Lin Tian put down the lobster, picked up two napkins to wipe the oil off his hands, and said, "Because I study medicine, I have a doctor’s compassionate heart. From a father’s perspective, oh, a doctor’s perspective, I have some advice for you."
"People who often get angry harm their bodies greatly, with nine major harms. Too many professional terms and you might not understand, so simply put, all five organs are injured. Seeing your unnaturally red face, I guess: you won’t live more than two years! Continue this way, it adversely affects the brain’s central nervous system, causing blood and energy to surge up. Easy to die suddenly."
"My diagnosis for you is, you’ll die of a cerebral hemorrhage! Fueled by anger! So, try to be less angry."
Could Wang Daoran not get angry after hearing Lin Tian’s words?
He was about to explode with rage!
What’s even more infuriating is that the situation matched Lin Tian’s words exactly! Wang Daoran only felt a rush of heat to his head! Dizzy with anger, he slumped into his chair.
He felt he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, that he was about to die suddenly.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. "Tian, look, look, the old bastard’s face is so red! Like a monkey’s butt, is he an old bastard or a monkey? Could he really have a cerebral hemorrhage? I’ve never seen one before... Old bastard, have one for us to see."