togophonebook Chapter 357 Lin Zhou: ...Well done!
Chapter 357 Lin Zhou: ...Well done!
"You're still defending her?"
Su Qingge rolled her eyes at Lin Zhou, annoyed.
The air in the living room was slightly tense. The nanny, Liu Ma, stood beside Lin An, who had just changed his clothes, holding him in her arms, barely daring to breathe.
Seeing his wife's furrowed brows, Lin Zhou wanted to imitate the strict father's manner and clear his throat to give his daughter a few words of advice.
After all, you have to put on a certain image when your wife is around.
But when he looked down, he saw the bag of spicy strips that were still seeping oil in Nuonuo's hand, and he remembered the arrogant fat face of the Chen family's little fat boy.
Lin Zhou's lips moved slightly.
The phrase "This is the last time" that was on the tip of my tongue swirled around in a very strange way.
When I spat it out, it tasted completely different.
"...Well done!"
Lin Zhou slapped his thigh, the sound ringing out loudly.
"Lin Zhou!"
Su Qingge raised her voice, so angry that she almost dropped the baby bottle in her hand.
She never imagined that this man, who was hailed as a business tycoon outside, would spoil his child to this extent at home.
Lin Zhou chuckled, completely ignoring his wife's anger.
He squatted down with a flourish, stretched out his large, calloused hand, and gently rubbed his daughter's two pigtails that were sticking straight up.
"Nuonuo, listen carefully."
Lin Zhou's eyes held a hint of protective pride.
"This is the educational philosophy of our Lin family: we absolutely cannot tolerate the slightest mistreatment outside."
"Remember this: if anyone dares to steal your things, whether it's spicy strips or anything else, just beat them up like this."
"Even if something terrible happens, isn't your old man's wealth enough to settle things for you?"
"Yay! Long live Daddy!"
Upon hearing this, Nuonuo beamed with joy, and the feigned pitiful wife demeanor vanished instantly.
The little girl wrapped her arms around Lin Zhou's neck and planted a big kiss on his handsome face.
Two ponytails swayed triumphantly in the air, making him look exactly like a little bandit leader who had found a powerful backer.
Lin Zhou stood up and glanced at the tattered bag of spicy strips with some disdain.
"However, it's a bit embarrassing if word gets out that our young lady from the Lin family went and rolled around in a sandpit with someone just for a five-cent bag of spicy strips."
As he spoke, he pulled out a globally limited edition custom communicator from his pocket.
He swiped twice on the screen and dialed Li Ming's number directly at the headquarters in Beijing.
"Mr. Lin, what are your instructions?"
On the other end of the phone, Li Ming sounded somewhat apprehensive; he was busy dealing with a cross-border merger and acquisition.
"Li Ming, go and find out where the headquarters of Weilong spicy strips, which Nuonuo usually likes to eat, is located."
Lin Zhou spoke in a calm tone, as if he were buying a cabbage.
"Within half an hour, buy all their shares and production lines with your money."
"They won't sell? If they won't sell, we'll squeeze them dry with a tenfold premium, and while we're at it, we'll also sign contracts with those surrounding raw material supply bases."
"From now on, that factory will be renamed 'Princess Nuonuo's Exclusive Food Industrial Park,' and they will work overnight to redevelop all the recipes."
"It's all set. We'll use Lin's private cargo plane to airlift goods to the islands and schools in batches every day."
Li Ming was completely stunned on the other end of the phone.
That was a brief moment of disorientation caused by extreme shock.
He swallowed hard, his hand holding the phone trembling.
"Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin, you spent hundreds of millions to acquire a spicy snack factory just to satisfy Miss's cravings?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just do what I tell you to do."
Lin Zhou snorted coldly and slammed the phone down.
This is Lin Zhou—inhumanly wealthy and utterly unreasonable.
Now that he's retired, why isn't he using all that money to pamper his daughter or to lay eggs?
As long as he can make his daughter happy, he wouldn't even bat an eye, let alone buy a spicy snack factory or even the entire commercial street next to that private school as toys.
Nuonuo sat on the sofa and was completely stunned when she heard Lin Zhou's phone call.
Although the little girl was young, she knew what "buying the factory" meant.
"Dad, does that mean I'll have an endless supply of spicy spiced strips from now on?"
Nuonuo swallowed hard, her big eyes filled with admiration.
"Of course, you'll be the boss of the spicy snack factory from now on."
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow smugly and reached out to pick up his daughter.
"Go to school tomorrow and distribute those spicy strips by the box, so your little brothers in Class 3 of Grade 1 can eat their fill every day."
"Let's see which chubby kid dares to show off their custom-made snacks in front of you guys again."
Old Chen stood to the side, watching the young master's smooth and effortless spending, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.
When the young master gambles with Wall Street, he can scheme to make those old foxes lose everything, down to the last penny.
As a result, when it came to his daughter, she truly became a spendthrift who could get whatever she wanted.
He turned his head and glanced at Su Qingge, who was standing in the entryway.
Su Qingge held her forehead with both hands, leaning against the wall, her peach blossom eyes filled with deep despair.
She felt that all the rules she had established as a mother in this family had been completely dismantled by Lin Zhou today.
"Lin Zhou, what kind of father are you?"
Su Qingge rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache, her tone full of helpless coquettishness.
"You'll spoil her if you do that."
"Let her be spoiled. Even if my daughter, Lin Zhou's daughter, becomes a menace, she will be the most noble menace on this planet."
Lin Zhou sauntered over, grabbed his wife's slender waist, and revealed his roguish nature.
He lowered his head and bit Su Qingge's slightly angry red lips hard.
"Honey, don't worry, it's time to breastfeed An'an."
Little An'an seemed to understand her father's words in the cradle, and cooperated by letting out a loud baby babbling sound.
"Ah...baba!"
The boy was holding a pure gold rattle drum and banging it loudly on the railing.
Su Qingge was completely exasperated by the shameless behavior of the two men, one big and one small.
She slapped Lin Zhou's hand away with a hint of disgust.
"Alright, you two are just teaming up to annoy me."
"Old Chen, is dinner ready? I don't want to eat spicy snacks at home."
Su Qingge turned her head and asked a question.
"Ready, madam, we have some tuna that the young master just caught today."
Old Chen replied with a smile.
"Let's go, Boss Lin. Take your spicy strips worth hundreds of millions and go wash your hands and have dinner."
Su Qingge glanced at Lin Zhou, her tone tinged with resentment, but the smile in her eyes was impossible to hide.
Lin Zhou laughed heartily, picked up Nuonuo, and strode towards the restaurant.
"Dad, can I take a box to school to distribute tomorrow?"
Nuonuo asked mischievously in Lin Zhou's arms.
"Give them two packs each. If they don't listen, stuff their mouths with spicy strips."
Lin Zhou replied casually.