togophonebook Chapter 349 Friends all came to stay for free
Chapter 349 Friends all came to stay for free
Lin Zhou, with a freshly picked foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, was leisurely wearing flip-flops, preparing to go back inside to prepare formula for his son.
Suddenly, a deep rumble erupted in the clear blue sky above Anno Island.
The movement was extremely penetrating.
Nuonuo was squatting under the coconut tree feeding the miniature horses that had been airlifted over when she was startled by the sound and dropped the small carrot she was holding.
Lin Zhou frowned, squinted, and looked up at the sky, following the sea breeze.
A Gulfstream private jet, painted a flashy, bright silver, was wobbling as it lowered its landing gear and slid casually across the runway that Lin Zhou had just repaired.
"Who is this? Barging in without even saying hello, are you tired of living?"
Lin Zhou muttered something under his breath, his tone lazy, but his right hand, which was originally in the pocket of his shorts, moved slightly and instinctively reached for the defense control panel at his waist.
On this planet, there are very few people who would dare to come uninvited and barge into his private territory like this.
The hatch slid open slowly.
A guy wearing brightly colored floral shorts, sunglasses, and carrying two bottles of Romanée-Conti was the first to yell and slide down the gangway.
"Haha! Old Lin! Surprised? Unexpected!"
Zhou Yang pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, revealing a face that was practically splitting open with a smile.
Behind Zhou Yang were two men in suits, but who had loosened their ties.
It was Li Ming, CEO of Starry Sky Media, and Martin, the internationally acclaimed director who had just achieved legendary status in the global film industry.
Director Martin was even carrying a heavy, handcrafted coffee machine.
"Boss, it's really not that we want to disturb your vacation. It's just that Mr. Zhou insisted on dragging us here, saying he wanted to see the end of the world."
Li Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained with a smile.
As he spoke, he looked around the legendary Lin family manor with a hint of curiosity, his heart filled with nothing but awe.
Martin stared with a kind of fanaticism at the Nano Piano Room in the distance.
"Oh, Lin, my God, the lighting and architectural lines of this place are simply a sanctuary for art!"
Lin Zhou rolled his eyes and spat out the foxtail grass with some disgust.
"What you're doing is called a group of people crashing the hotel. Old Chen, go unload their luggage and charge them for accommodation at the standard of a top-tier six-star hotel every day. If you're short a penny, just throw them into the sea to feed the fish."
"Yes, young master!"
Old Chen responded with great delight from behind.
Although the island is usually cozy, it can feel rather deserted except for the family of four. Now that their old subordinates and close friends have arrived, it has suddenly become more lively and down-to-earth.
As evening fell, the setting sun bathed the entire South Pacific beach in a magnificent rose gold hue.
On the white sand beach in front of the manor, several simple charcoal barbecue grills have been set up, with wisps of white smoke rising and carrying the enticing aroma of meat.
Who would have thought that these bigwigs, who hold the reins of global entertainment and whose every decision can shake Wall Street, are now sitting in a circle on the beach?
Their ties were nowhere to be found, and they were all barefoot with their trousers rolled up high.
Lin Zhou held a pair of iron skewers in his hand, skillfully flipping the freshly caught tuna meat while sprinkling cumin on it.
"Li Ming, turn the fire up a bit! These oysters are practically turned into specimens. Are you sure you can handle this?"
Zhou Yang, holding a bottle of beer, was shouting at the top CEO next to him.
"Mr. Zhou, I work in media, I didn't graduate from New Oriental. This is already the maximum level of control; any more and it'll be a disaster."
Li Ming frantically fanned himself with a piece of cardboard while rubbing his eyes incessantly from the thick smoke; he was a far cry from the composed and strategic business elite he usually appeared at press conferences.
Director Martin Scorsese stared intently at the chin of the last tuna on the grill, his gaze even more terrifying than when he was making movies back in the day.
"Oh no! Li, don't fan this way, my chicken leg is going to burn!"
Martin exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly reached out his hands, which had won countless international awards, to try to save the meat skewers rolling on the charcoal fire.
"Don't grab it! That chicken leg was for Nuonuo!"
Zhou Yang reacted quickly, using his chopsticks to block Martin's hand.
"Zhou, you can't be so selfish. Nuonuo has already eaten three chicken wings. As a director with gentlemanly manners, I feel that these should only belong to me."
Martin refused to back down, arguing heatedly with Zhou Yang on the beach over a slightly charred chicken leg.
Su Qingge sat on a beach chair with Lin An in her arms, watching these men who were usually so powerful outside bickering over some barbecue without any regard for their image, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.
"Lin Zhou, look at them. They've all regressed to three-year-olds since they came here for vacation."
"That's called birds of a feather flock together. They put on such a show in public all the time, but when they come here, they just want to be complete gluttons."
Lin Zhou chuckled and skillfully placed a plate of golden-brown, tender fish fillets in front of Su Qingge.
"Honey, try it. It's definitely more authentic than a Michelin three-star restaurant."
Little An'an smelled the fragrance and fluttered her limbs anxiously in her mother's arms, babbling incessantly.
Nuonuo was holding a grilled shrimp in her hand, her face covered in black charcoal ash, looking like a little kitten that had just crawled out of the stove.
"Go, Uncle Yang! Snatch Grandpa Martin's chicken leg!"
The little girl, enjoying the spectacle, cheered Zhou Yang on at the top of her lungs.
In an instant, the sounds of waves, laughter, and soft, clear laughter intertwined on the beach of Anno Island as night fell, creating a vivid symphony.
After several rounds of beer, night completely enveloped the sea.
The cool sea breeze dispelled the daytime heat, and the charcoal fire gradually turned into dark red embers.
Li Ming and Martin, unable to cope with the jet lag from the long flight and having drunk quite a bit, were now helping each other back to their room to catch up on sleep.
Su Qingge also took the two children back to the castle to rest.
On the tranquil beach, only Lin Zhou and Zhou Yang remained, sitting by the rocks, facing the dark Pacific Ocean, with seven or eight empty beer bottles scattered at their feet.
Zhou Yang stood up unsteadily. His usually nonchalant face now appeared unusually solemn in the dim moonlight.
He took a big gulp of beer, the icy liquid making him shiver.
He casually stuck the bottle into the sand.
Zhou Yang suddenly turned around and took two steps to stand in front of Lin Zhou.
His eyes were somewhat unfocused, tinged with a strong sense of intoxication, but his expression was surprisingly serious.
Lin Zhou was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, resting when he sensed the movement and slightly opened his eyes.
"What? Drunk and want to swim with turtles in the sea?"
Zhou Yang didn't respond to his joke.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Lin Zhou's somewhat cold hands with surprising force.
His voice even trembled slightly, indicating he was overly emotional.
"Old Lin, I'm here this time because I really have something very important to tell you."
Zhou Yang let out a burp, staring intently into Lin Zhou's eyes, his tone more serious than ever before.
"If I don't handle this matter properly, my life might really be over."
Lin Zhou frowned, and his previously lazy gaze suddenly became slightly focused.
"Spit it out, stop acting like it's your life or death."
Lin Zhou tried to pull his hand back with some disgust, but found that the kid was holding on tightly.
Zhou Yang took a deep breath, as if he had made a tremendous decision.
"Old Lin, listen up."
Zhou Yang's voice sounded exceptionally clear amidst the sound of the waves in the night.
I'm getting married.